Page 44 of The Dark Duke's Virgin

“Wh—”

“You followed me in here,” he growled, stroking her face and looking into her eyes. “And we both know why.”

Her eyes flashed. “Even though you told me not to.”

“I should kick you out of my house for such behavior,” he said with a vicious smile.

“Is that…” She swallowed. “Is that the best you can think of?”

He grinned. “I know how to treat women like you.”

“I would like to see you try.”

He chuckled, stroked her face, and then moved his hand down her neck. Pausing, his hand gently wrapped around her throat, only to continue down, cupping her breast. She breathed in as he squeezed it; eyes shut, she then moaned, taking his hand and squeezing it harder.

“Come here,” he commanded suddenly, taking her hand and leading her to the couch.

“What are you?—”

“I did not say you could talk.” He pulled her around and guided her to the couch. “Sit. Now.”

He could see the realization dawn and the excitement in her eyes, as if she knew what he was going to do. Only he very much doubted that, for she was a lady, and this here was certainly the first time she had ever been tempted with such a thing.

Frederick stood over her, bearing down on her in a way that gave him utter and complete control over her. She was helpless to him, leaning back and looking up, seeming to know that he could do with her whatever he wanted. But she liked it; he could see that fire in her eyes and that smile on her lips.

“Do not move…”

He fell to his knees, shuffled forward, and put himself between her legs. She gasped as he took her thighs with both his hands, spreading them open. Next, he held the hem of her skirt, meeting her eyes and holding them, so she could see the hunger as he slowly lifted the skirt up her calves, over her knees, and up her thighs.

“Remember,” he said, his voice a throaty whisper, “there are people outside, so you best not make a sound.”

“And if I do?”

He flashed his eyes angrily. “You will not want to find out.”

Her eyes widened as she now seemed to understand what he was doing. And then, unable to resist for any longer, not wanting to, Frederick lowered his head and dove between her moist, warm, thighs.

“Oh… God!” she gasped.

His tongue met her lips, tasting her with a soft kiss and a lick, just enough to make her body begin to shake. Another lick, wet, harder, all the way from the bottom of her lips to the top. She took a hold of his head, if for no other reason than to keep herself from collapsing, and he chuckled to himself, pulled back to wet his lips, and dove back in.

His mouth wrapped around her next, latching on as he started to suck. He found her sex, his lips working to the rhythm of her breathing and panting and moaning. Softly at first, increasing his speed as he felt her entire body spasm.

“Your Grace… Your… Your… Oh God!” she cried out, falling back on the sofa as she gave herself to him fully.

This was so unlike Frederick. Everything about this situation!

Seducing a woman like this. Giving himself over to temptation. Abandoning protocol and social etiquette and what wasexpected because he simply could not control himself around her. The danger inherent did not scare him. The fear of getting caught only excited him. Miss Dowding had brought out a side of him he did not know but very much enjoyed.

And going down on her, also, for no other reason than he wanted to taste her. He did not care about his own pleasure as this right here was pleasure enough. Hearing her scream. Feeling her spasm. Tasting her and relishing it was an entirely new sensation that aroused him more than he had ever been before.

He held her by the thighs as he continued to lick and suck. He pressed his face in as far as he could, devouring her in ways that were unthinkable. Her thighs squeezed his face, suffocating him, yet still he did not pull away. He did not want to!

“There…” she begged him. “Do not… oh please, do not… keep going… oh!”

Suddenly, Frederick pulled away. She gasped as he did, her breathing stagnated and broken as if she had just run a mile.

“What are you?—”

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