Page 59 of Duke of Seduction

“Come, get undressed,” he urged gently, moving his hands to her cape, “We have only a few more hours before we must return home.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Helena lowered her naked body into the warm water, her skin tingling with excitement as it rose up to her breasts. The night had been enjoyable, but tense. Every so often she and Morgan would fall into one of their sweet embraces and she would feel herself relax, but he would always pull away.

The warm, dizzying effects of the ale she had enjoyed earlier were starting to fade as the water swirled around her, and she looked over at Morgan with longing. By now, she was used to the thrilling if not exposed sensation of him being clothed while she was naked, but tonight she could not tolerate it.

“Come in with me,” she urged, holding onto the edge as she kicked her legs up to float.

Morgan smiled from his seat on the couch but it did not reach his eyes. Though the water was warm enough to form sweat on her brow, Helena felt a lonely chill crawl up her back.

“This is your discovery, not mine,” he replied. “Please, enjoy yourself. I promise I will not let you drown.”

Tired of the tension between them, Helena pulled herself out of the stream and wrapped herself in a blanket before padding over to him.

“Enough of this, Morgan, please,” she insisted, kneeling before him. “If this is our last night let us make it an amazing one.”

“Are you not having a good time?” he asked, looking down at her with eyes far too cold for her liking.

“It has been nice, but…”

“Are you experiencing your adventures the way you had originally hoped?” he pressed.

Helena furrowed her brow.

“What I originally wanted is not what I want now,” she replied, her tone laced with defiance.

“And that is my fault,” Morgan acknowledged, leaning forward on his elbows. “I have tainted your previous experiences and that was wrong of me. I was supposed to be your teacher, not your guide.”

“Guide, teacher, what does it matter?” she asked.

“It matters because these experiences were supposed to be about you, not how you felt completing them withme,” Morgan replied, his tone growing flat and hard. “I went too far, Helena. I am trying to remedy that. Why will you not let me?”

“Because I do not want you to remedy it!” Helena seethed, her nails digging into her knees. “Iwantthese experiences, Morgan, and I want them withyou.”

“I forgot how spoiled and demanding you are,” Morgan scoffed.

Morgan and her other brothers had teased her with those exact words hundreds of times in the past, and each time they did she would respond with something haughty and clever to prove their point. This time, though, Morgan’s words hurt her.

Yes, she had beenverydemanding, there was no denying that. But under Morgan’s seductive influence, she had lost the need to be that way and had found freedom and safety in following his orders. Letting him think for her, act for her, and protect her had brought her more joy than any spoiled demand she had satisfied in the past.

She rose from her knees, glaring down at him as he remained seated, and pulled the blanket from her body. She watched with wicked pleasure as Morgan’s eyes grew dark with lust and his hands clenched into fists before bearing down on his kneecaps with obvious force.

“You are right,” she said haughtily, squaring her shoulders as she proudly stood naked before him, just as he had taught her.

“Iamvery demanding,” she agreed. “And I will see to it that you fulfill my wishes as I wish them to be carried out.”

The pain in Morgan’s eyes vanished as he rose to his feet, a glittering challenge taking its place as he stretched to his full height until it was he that towered over her. A carnal glee shot through her as she caught the dominating, predatory look consuming his eyes; the look she had longed to see all night, and she smiled wickedly.

His eyes remained fixed upon hers as he untied his cravat, then worked furiously to remove his jacket and shirt. He did not look away from her, did not even blink as he shucked the rest of his clothing and took a predatory step towards her as he emitted a low growl.

Helena gasped softly, the intensity of his dominance scrambling her senses, and took a step back. In an instant, Morgan’s hands were upon her waist, lifting her off her feet to straddle his hips. She whimpered as he roughly pulled his warm, muscled chest against her breasts.

Morgan held her to him with one hand while the other snaked up to her jaw and forced her lips to his. A moan poured from her lips the moment he kissed her, and her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung tightly to him. Morgan growled at the sting of her touch, but he only pulled her tighter, pressing her bare sex against his own.

“Do not stop,” she whispered pleadingly into his lips.Thiswas what she wanted. Not the nude swimming, but to have Morgan inside of her. Her maidenhood was hers and hers alone to give away, and she decided in that moment that no matter how polite Luke was, she did not want him to have it.

She ground her hips against his, pulling another needy moan from both their lips as they each spasmed in pleasure, and Morgan’s grip returned fully to her backside. Not breaking their kiss, his firm grip guided her hips upwards, her leg muscles useless against the corded ones lining his arms, and he repositioned her at his navel, pressing her sex tightly so she could not lower herself onto his throbbing, engorged manhood.

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