Page 34 of Duke of Seduction

“Very good, little Persephone,” he praised, drawing closer as he reached for another sandwich and whispered into her ear. “Meet me in the library in twenty minutes.”

“Duncan,” Morgan then said loudly for all to hear. “Come on, let us return to our seats before they are taken by lads younger and stronger than us.”

“Right,” Duncan laughed, placing a kiss on his wife’s neck in farewell. “Dance with me when we have finished eating, my love?”

“Of course,” Alice sighed, pressing her forehead to his cheek before releasing him. “Go, enjoy your treat.”

Twenty minutes later, Helena slid her body through a small opening in the library doors and shut them quietly behind her.

“Lock them,” Morgan’s command came from within the darkness, sending a jolt of excitement down Helena’s spine as every inch of her skin pebbled.

She slid her hand up the door, found the turnkey and slid it into place. The sound of the bolt thrummed in time with the beating drum in her groin, and she felt herself constrict with anticipation.

“Step forward five paces,” came Morgan’s next command.

Helena’s heart hammered in her chest as she silently counted off the steps and then stopped. From the darkness before her the outline of Morgan’s face appeared, and she caught the hungry scowl on his lips before they pressed into her own. She whimpered immediately, her body melting into his as he wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and the other around her waist, pressing her fully into him.

“Kiss me harder,” Morgan rasped, lifting her into his arms, “Come on, little one, show me what you want.”

His command sounded brash, but Helena pushed aside any trembling reservations and sank her teeth into Morgan’s lower lip. He growled in appreciation as his grip on her tightened, and in retaliation he forced his tongue into her mouth, compelling her to suckle or be choked.

Helena slid her tongue challengingly around his mouth. He growled in response, then ripped savagely away from their kiss, only to press his lips to her jawline, her neck, and the soft, sensitive flesh of her bosom, pressed high by her corset and gown.

With his lips and tongue he worked her left nipple free from its constraints. Helena compressed her lips to stifle the moan that clawed in her throat. His lips were hot against her skin, branding her nipple as he taunted it with the tip of his tongue and teeth until her knees buckled. Morgan’s arms caught her before she struck the floor, and he placed her gently on the ground.

“Your breasts aresosensitive,” Morgan rasped, working at the fabric that covered her other nipple. “I wonder if I could cause you to release just by teasing them.”

Helena stifled another gasp as Morgan’s mouth worked its wicked magic, and she dug her nails into the arms of his jacket as she writhed beneath him. Her sex pulsed as she felt his weight and warmth on top of her, and she ached to feel his length pressed up against her as it had the other night.

Morgan bit her nipple, causing a sudden, sharp pain that struck her forcefully. Helena was unable to stifle the sharp gasp that burst from her lips. Morgan’s lips were on hers in a second, swallowing the sound as he pushed her skirts up to her waist.

“Now, now,” he chastised against her lips, tracing his fingers along the bare flesh of her inner thigh, “We cannot have that. Am I going to have to gag you, little one?”

Shame, desire, and excitement filled her as his question burned in the air, but before she could answer, his fingers had found her wet, parted petals and he slid a single, thick finger into her tight sheath. A deep, heady moan left Helena’s lips as she felt her pelvis tilt up and her legs open themselves wider.

“Oh, you poor, sweet thing,” Morgan teased, ripping the kerchief from his breast pocket with his free hand. “You need it do you not? Unless…”

Morgan stopped the gentle plunging movements between her legs, making her inner walls clench around his finger.

“Unless you want to be caught?” he whispered, sliding his lips over her ear. “Is that what you want, little Persephone? To be caught with me? To show everyone how much you belong tome?”

Helena’s cheeks burned at the question.Yes.The answer was yes, and she knew it. And yet…

“No,” she whimpered, squirming beneath him. “Gag me, please, sir.”

A look of indignation passed briefly through Morgan’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced with a devilish smirk, and he quickly tied the kerchief around her mouth. Helena sank her teeth into the white fabric and felt a thrilling, primal pleasure that her ability to speak was inhibited.

Morgan flicked his tongue over her bottom lip before he lowered his head to the apex of her legs. As his tongue swept across the sensitive, taut bud of nerves nestled between her folds, Helena was suddenlyincrediblygrateful for the gag.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

No?Ohh, he was going to make her regret saying the word. Morgan had been watching her all night just as she had been watching him, and he saw how well she performed, but noticed that she was slightly distracted. He perceived that she had wanted his approval and looked for it often, and he had rewarded her with it at every turn. Shewantedto be his, just as much as he now wanted her to be his. And hewouldmake her confess to it.

Morgan captured Helena’s wrists and forced them above her head, commanding her to hold them there before he once more burrowed beneath her skirts. Like a man dying of thirst, Morgan pressed his mouth against Helena’s steamy opening and groaned as his tongue licked up her juices. Below him Helena whimpered against her gag and thrashed her hips, already humming with need.

Morgan drank from her greedily, lapping and suckling her bud until her entire body shook. Only then did he release it and run his tongue between her petals, causing her peaking pleasure to tumble, only to be forced to rise all over again. Unlike the incessant teasing he performed on her bud, he lapped at her petals softly, licking them clean of every drop in a slow, sensual pace until Helena’s high-pitched sounds became low and breathy.

As he feasted on her, a brushing knock fluttered against the door, followed by the jiggle of the handle, and they both froze. Morgan’s eyes went to Helena as her terrified eyes shot to the door. A soft sound of giggles was heard from the other side before they heard the receding footsteps and they were once again alone.

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