Page 35 of Duke of Seduction

“Such a good girl staying quiet for me,” Morgan cooed, rising from his knees.

He gently pulled the gag from Helena’s mouth and kissed her sweetly, his fingers returning to the spot his mouth had just left. Helena moaned against his lips as he eased two of his fingers into her tight passage, her walls instantly closing around them.

“You like being a good girl for me, don’t you, little Persephone?” Morgan rasped, keeping his gaze locked on Helena.

“Yes… sir,” she breathed, her pupils becoming dilated as he continued stroking her.

Morgan groaned as she included the proper address, and he rewarded her with another kiss as he began to swirl the pad of his thumb over her rigid pearl.

“You want to be mine, do you not? Ah, do not look away.” He instructed, his tone taunting as he moved his thumb faster.

Helena’s breaths grew thin and quick and she started to pant in time with his thrusts. Morgan felt a depraved sense of pleasure at how increasingly difficult it had become for her to focus. She was letting go, he could feel it, he only needed to push a little more…

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, forcing her eyes back to him.

A wicked triumph came over Morgan as he saw her raw need to please him shining in her eyes. She wanted him to let her release, wantedhimto give her this pleasure.

“Then say it,” he commanded, moving his hand faster as the sounds of her suckling juices began to fill the air. “Say that you are only pretending to be prim and proper in front of those men. Say you want to bemine.”

Helena’s mind was a ball of mush, and she watched as Morgan played with it like a toy. His fingers worked their magic between her legs and she felt her release growing, but she did not want it to end so quickly. She bit her lip, pressed her eyes shut and shook her head.

“No,” she whimpered again, more feebly than before.

Morgan’s hand pulled away from her, making her gasp as cool air rushed to meet her heated place. Before she could move Morgan had crouched between her legs again, his mouth so close to her entrance that she could feel the heat of his breath. He kissed her wet opening softly, then swirled his tongue slowly around the bud, making her lashes flutter as she arched her back against the floor.

He blew softly against the small bundle of nerves, sending a deep shiver throughout her body.

“You aresotense,” Morgan murmured, caressing his fingers across the top of her bud. He then grazed the tips of his fingernails over her petals, making her jump once more.

“Please, Morgan,” she whimpered, now desperate for her release.

Ignoring her pleas, he lazily drew out his tongue and traced the edges of her opening, making her quiver.

“You know what you need to give me first, little one,” he answered, his condescending tone only arousing her further.

He let out a low, deep growl as he fixed his mouth fully over her pubis and began to suckle and lap at her in a slow, leisurely fashion. Helena’s head rocked back and forth against the floor as she felt Morgan lick away more of her resistance. His tongue was cruel to her, licking too fast or too slow. Each time she approached her release he would take it from her. Helena was aching, desperate, and ready to sob and beg him to help her.

“Yes,” she gasped finally, giving in to the truth she was trying to deny the both of them.

“Yes, I am pretending with them all,” she confessed in a rush, thrashing against the floor. “Yes, I want to be caught, so they can finally see I do not want them!”

“And who do you want?” Morgan asked through his ministrations.

“You, sir, I wantyou—I—oh, God,”Helena’s desperate confession faded in a low moan as Morgan finally applied the pressure she needed.

Helena’s release was so intense that the dark room began to spin and her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her breath came in ragged, airless gasps as wave after wave of pleasure detonated inside of her, causing a flood to cascade from her bruised petals.

“That ismy good girl,”Morgan groaned, nuzzling his forehead into her abdomen as he peppered soft kisses across her spasming sex.

Morgan’s words resonated in Helena’s mind like the deep toll of a forgotten church bell.That is my good girl.God, yes she was, she realized as her breathing finally began to slow. Morgan continued to murmur words of praise as he kissed his way up her body, enveloping each breast slowly and sensually one last time before he pulled her corset and gown back into place.

He then made his way up her neck, under her ear, to her jaw, and finally to her lips. She whimpered into his mouth the moment she savored his addictive essence.

He kissed her deeply, claiming full possession of her mouth until she saw white stars burst behind her eyelids, then pulled away roughly. His caressing hold on her jaw tightened, forcing her lips apart.

“Hold out your tongue,” he commanded.

Without thought Helena obeyed, letting her small, pink tongue drape over her lower lip as Morgan angled her head further back. Mesmerized, she watched Morgan stare back at her as his tongue pushed forward a large bead of his saliva. Her eyes widened with realization as she watched it fall slowly from his tongue.

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