Page 43 of Duke of Seduction

“I-I am sorry, sir,” she answered with a sigh, lifting her hips into his touch.

Helena gasped and her nipples hardened when a finger suddenly slid back into her, ramming all the way up to his knuckle.

“That did not sound very convincing,” Morgan scolded, driving his thumb a little deeper as his middle finger continued to thrust into her.

Helena bit her lip as she fought off the dizzying need building inside of her. It was suddenly getting so hard to focus…so hard to will her body to do anything but give in.

“I-I am so sorry for sassing you, sir,” she said, this time louder, more emphatically.

“Say it again, louder,” Morgan growled, increasing the speed of his finger as his thumb worked in slower circles, driving in further and further until Helena felt a new type of fullness; a new and powerful rush of euphoria she did not know how to process.

Her body was now vibrating uncontrollably, sweat slicking down her body as she clung to the cushions beneath her. She was entirely at his mercy as she tried to fight off the growing thunderstorm in her groin. It gathered with a primal force she could not control, as though she would burst apart at any moment.

Completely undone, Helena began to release words. “Please. Sir.Oh, God, please forgive me-ooohhhh.”

She did not know what words had escaped her lips as the intensity of her second orgasm erupted in a tidal wave and all reason disappeared. Intense ripples of pleasure echoed throughout her entire being as she felt herself release on Morgan’s palm over and over again, her spurting juices flooding over his hand and leaking onto the hardwood floor beneath.

Helena was dizzy with euphoria and found herself on her knees again. Morgan towering over her as he fisted his pulsating, swollen shaft with one hand and her hair with the other. A primal need overtook her and she immediately opened her mouth widely and accepted all of him. Morgan growled savagely as her lips pulled tightly around his base. He suddenly shoved her loose with a gasping breath.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled, his eyes burning into hers.

“You,” she moaned, the word flying from her lips like a prayer.You.

She truly was his. She had no time to dwell on the thought as Morgan roughly plunged himself down her throat again. His thrusts were sharp and powerful, bruising her tonsils as he roared out his release. Helena’s sex spasmed and tightened and she felt Morgan’s member expand in her mouth. It forced her lips away from her teeth and caused her to bite down on him, and she felt his warm seed as it pumped into her.

There was no choice but to swallow. Morgan was so deep in her throat that she had no chance to taste him, but she could feel the long, milky shots fire one after another into her gullet. She blushed as her stomach growled, as if she had been starving for it.

Slowly, Morgan’s grip eased up on her hair, and his thrusts became more like caresses on her tongue until he gradually pulled his spent, semi-erect shaft from her lips, and eased himself back into his trousers.

“Come here, little Persephone,” Morgan rasped, tenderness thickening his tone as he pulled her up from the floor, cradling her to his chest.

Helena whimpered, tears pricking her eyes as he held her close and kissed her deeply, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

“Such a good girl,” Morgan rasped between kisses, lulling her into a hypnotic trance. “Such a good girl, little one.”

Helena whimpered once more, unable to form words while her body hummed with pleasure.

“Have you had enough fun this evening?” Morgan asked.

His hand came between them, and though he still cradled her, he tugged the fabric of her dress back over her breasts and thighs.

“Or would you like some more?”

For a moment Helena floundered.More?How could there be more after that?

“We could visit another room,” he offered, running his hands along her body, as if he could not stop touching her. “Perhaps we could watch from a less private area, if you are feeling up to it.”

Helena hazily contemplated the offer as best she could in her delirious state, then shook her head in refusal. She had seen plenty through their privacy screen. What she now wanted was time alone with Morgan.

“Take me home, Morgan,” she said softly.

She almost did not catch it; her first mistake of the evening. He was to be addressed only as Hades or sir during theDevil’s Masquerade,and not by his real name under any circumstances. She tensed in his lap, her eyes wide with fear as she pushed away and began to say, “I mean?—”

“It is alright,” Morgan whispered, looking completely unbothered by her mistake as he stroked her hair out of her face. “Though I want you to try not to let it happen while we are still here, I believe that I will always prefer you to call me by my name.”

It was not arousal or lust that consumed Helena within that next moment. It was a sensation far deeper and more serious than either. There was care and affection in his voice and it stroked tenderly against her heart.

“Come,” he commanded her softly, raising them both to their feet. “Let us get out of here. There are a few things I must take care of where you are concerned before I allow you to go home.”

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