Page 61 of The Dark Duke's Virgin

He chuckled deeply as he went to her, licking his lips as he fell down to his knees before her. “Just like that…” Hands moving to her thighs, he began to rub them. “Now, about this reward…”

“Yes?”

He held her hungry gaze as his hands gripped the hem of her dress, lifting it up past her calves, over her knees, and up her thighs. They shook and quivered, more so as his fingers lightly traced over them. And when he leaned down and placed a soft, wet kiss on her right thigh, she yelped as if from pain.

“Do you think you are deserving?”

“That depends on how good the reward is.”

He chuckled as his hands moved inside her thighs, tracing lightly, fingers stroking deeper and deeper. She was already warm, and he could feel the moisture the further up her thighs he went.

“I suppose we best find out.” He licked his lips and held her gaze as his fingers found her wetness. She sucked in, bit down on her lip, and tried her best not to cry out as one finger slipped inside of her.

“You… you will… you will have to do better than that,” she sputtered through the moans of pleasure.

He laughed. “If you say so.” And then, he dove his head between her thighs.

His tongue found her lips immediately. His lips wrapped around her sex, the button that was already throbbing. So wet. So moist. So sweet. It pulsed and thumped as his lips sucked and sucked and his tongue licked and licked.

Miss Dowding fell backwards. Out the corner of his eyes, he saw her snatch a pillow and hold it over her face to keep herself from screaming. He grinned as he increased his rhythm, making sure to suck and lick and taste to the rhythm that her body shook.

Last time he had done this, Frederick had purposefully denied her. Bringing her to the edge, he had taken pleasure in stopping and leaving her wanting more. This time, he would take just as much pleasure in the opposite.

And as he continued to suck around her lips, a finger inside her now and pressing at the roof of her opening, he could feel it coming. The way her breathing increased. How violently her body shook. Her thighs, quivering until they snapped around his head, and there was no doubt what about to happen.

“Your Grace…” she moaned through the pillow, tossing it across the room. “Urgh! Do not… you must… keep… please!”

His large hands gripped her thighs and held them down as he pleasured her with his tongue. She dripped down his chin. She pushed her pelvis into his face. She cried out, she spasmed, she went stiff, and then she exploded.

“Oh God!!” she cried out so loudly he was certain that the entire house could hear. “Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

And all Frederick could do was laugh, taking a little too much pleasure in what he had just done, feeling for the first time not shame or embarrassment or guilt. Rather, he felt vindicated, assured in his actions, a sense that for once he had made the right decision.

But not in making Miss Dowding come as he just had. Rather… finally, he was through pretending that she meant nothing to him. Finally, he was finished denying the truth. Finally, he was beginning to consider if this right here was what he had been waiting for these past twelve years.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Caroline’s body was still shaking. Her legs, especially. Twenty minutes after His Grace had given his ‘reward’ as he had jokingly referred to it, and still, her body refused to behave itself. Perhaps it never would again?

The fact that she was wrapped in his gigantic arms like a butterfly in a cocoon did not help either. He was so big and so strong, his body so large and comfortable and safe feeling. She snuggled in close, her hand stroking his forearm, running a little hot in temperature but in no way willing to move.

As to her mind, where that was at? Well, that was a different story…

“You’re awfully quiet,” His Grace said softly, his voice a whisper in his ear.

“Am I?”

He chuckled, and she could feel it reverberate up her body. “I do remember referring to you as a mute when we first met, yes. But I do not think I have ever been so wrong.”

“Save for right now,” she responded with a smile.

“A rare instance,” he laughed again. “But I choose to take it as a compliment.” He kissed her shoulder and pulled her in closer somehow. “So enraptured by what just happened that you have forgotten how to speak.”

She snorted. “Is that what you think?”

“Mind a million miles away as you replay over and over again in your mind?—”

“And it’s time for me to go.” She pretended to pull away from him.

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