Page 28 of Duke of Seduction

He slapped her backside with emphasis and was rewarded with another heady moan from Helena, followed by a mumbling of words.

“What was that?” he demanded, slapping her right cheek. “Do not mumble, little one.”

“I said I am sorry,sir,” Helena panted after the next slap.

“For what?” he mused, then slapped the opposite harder.

“F-for causing you pain,” she breathed out, her body now fully rippling upon the settee.

He slid his hand between her legs and felt her dewy heat dripping onto his trousers, then followed the small trails until he found her soaking petals. She pushed her hips into his hand and slid herself onto his fingers.

“Not fair,” he rasped, watching her work herself on his fingers.

In a flurry of movement he straddled her on his lap and freed his erection from his trousers. Their lips came together in hurried, desperate kisses as they began to grind into one another. Helena was beginning to trust him to lead, so even through her fervor, she allowed him to take her hip and guide her.

Morgan growled with approval as her wetness coated him and coaxed him to move at a scant pace and tunnel himself inside of her. As much as he now longed for it, he kept her exactly where she was, their hips moving rhythmically together as the friction brought them both closer to ecstasy.

“Remember what I said?” Morgan moaned, ripping away from their kiss as he felt them both near their end.

“About my name?”

Eyes closed, her face painted with pleasure, Helena nodded. She was so tense, so close to reaching the zenith of her rapture.

“Open your eyes, little one,” Morgan commanded, sensing her ready to explode as he thrust his shaft harder against her delicious mound. “Open your eyes and say it.”

Helena’s lashes fluttered with effort before she finally succeeded in opening her eyes. Her lips parted ecstatically as “Morgan” came pouring out in the sweetest, neediest tone. Her tongue clung to his name as he felt her release flood over him, the final syllable drawing out into a moan as she relinquished all control.

Morgan growled fiercely as his own explosion followed. This time it was far more intense than the last, and he could not help but sink his teeth into her shoulder as his seed rained from him and sprayed her breasts and abdomen.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Stop that,” Teresa whispered into Helena’s ear.

However, she could no longer hold it in. Using her fan as a cover, Helena let her pent-up yawn escape and blinked away the moisture in her eyes as they endured the numbing monotony of Mimi Courtley’s newest attempt at writing poetry. It was, on every level, the dullest event they had been invited to that winter.

“Helena,” Teresa chided as Mimi continued to read to the audience.

“Apologies,” Helena half-whispered, half-hissed as she wiggled in her seat, “But you cannot tell me that this is a stimulating read.”

Teresa frowned at her.

“Well, no,” she agreed begrudgingly, “But it is impolite to appear bored. You have been so…out of touch these last few days. Have you been sleeping well?”

Her question was a dangerous one, and Helena knew she had to be careful how she answered it. Although Teresa knew about her visit to theDevil’s Masquerade,she remained unaware of who Helena had met up with, and how that random interaction had led her to experience many of her deepest desires.

She thought back to her scintillating evening with Morgan two nights earlier. Images of the two of them entwined on his couch flooded her mind and filled her body with yearning. She again wiggled restlessly in her chair, her body suddenly oversensitive and annoyed at the enforced stillness.

“I am fine,” Helena insisted, forcing her body to stop moving. “Just a little fatigued by Ambrose’s parade of suitors.”

To her relief, Mimi finished the final line of her latest debacle. As the room filled with polite applause, Helena made a show of joining them as Teresa stared at her dubiously.

“That was part four of nine from my new sonnet,The Butterflies Are Our Friends,”Mimi announced with a smile. “We will now take a small break before I read the remainder. If you have enjoyed this piece, my father is having copies of it printed into booklets.”

“Part four?” Helena whispered as the small crowd began to murmur and stretch. “We are only on part four?!”

“It seems we shall never escape.” A familiar voice quipped from a seat behind them.

Helena felt her entire body begin to hum as she heard Morgan’s amused, dry tone and turned with a relieved smile to look at him. He was dressed in his usual finery; a smart, dark blue suit with a matching vest and white shirt, and he appeared both at ease as well as in command. Until that moment she had never noticed how easily Morgan could fill a room with his presence.

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