Page 75 of A Duke for Hire

Her lips were so close to the skin of his neck that he could all but feel the warmth of them, and he felt the urge to bring her close and let her kiss him so intensely that his hands trembled.

“I must confess, I have never been called a wolf have it mean something good,” he told her.

“Then you have been around the wrong people,” Seraphina replied softly.

Finally she closed the scant space between his neck and her lips, and she kissed his pulsing jugular. Fear blended with pleasure as Seraphina moved carefully from his unmarred flesh and toward his shoulder. He didn’t want to frighten her like he had their first night, but stopping her seemedsodifficult.

“Seraphina, please,” he begged, his voice ragged as he wrapped his hand slowly around her throat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Seraphina’s eyes once more flicked up to his, her lips a scant space away from the first cigar burn. There was resilience there, passion. And lust. A heady combination that made his blood sing and his manhood grow instantly rigid.

“Then don’t,” she whispered, and placed a soft kiss on the scarred burn.

Like before, a lightning bolt of pain jolted through him as she touched one of his scars. Panic made his heart thunder as thepast traveled through time and space to become part of the present. His control cracked, and he drew in a ragged breath.

“Fight it, Hugo,” Seraphina urged, feeling his hand tremble and tighten around her neck. “Come back to me. Seeme.I am yours. You are in control. And you are not going to get hurt.”

A ragged, tortured sound erupted from Hugo’s chest that threatened to shred her heart in two.

“Look at me, Hugo,” she coaxed gently, pressing her forehead against his. “See me.”

It seemed to take effort, but Hugo finally snapped his eyes open. He truly did look like a wild animal then; those blazing green orbs swirling with a predatory strength and need to fight. And they were locked entirely on her.

His hand still wrapped tight around her throat, ready and able to snap it like a twig if he so wished. Seraphina dipped her head down again to the array of scars, and once more, kissed one of them. He jolted again, squeezed her throat tighter- but this time he recovered more quickly. His breath began to grow steady, his rapidly moving chest slowing down. A little more fear seeped away from his eyes, coated over with desire.

“That’s it,” she coaxed, wrapping her free hand around the bunched muscles of his back. “That’s it.”

She kissed a third scar, this time letting her tongue trace over it. In an instant Hugo had her on her back, his kiss so fierce that she felt his teeth gnash against hers. But she welcomed the pain, welcomed the progress they were making, and kissed him back with equal ferocity.

“What are you doing to me?” he rasped, his voice deep and raw as he ripped at the front of her dress.

Seraphina’s answer was a deep moan as he sank his teeth into her neck and suckled hard. Pleasure shot like lightening through her veins at the assault, and she pushed her hand to the back of his neck, letting him know that it was all right. Letting him know that she wanted this.

“I want to know you,” she breathed, into his ear as their bodies began to undulate together, “I want to know all of you, Hugo. I want nothing between us.”

She then slid her hands through his thick, black hair, and yanked viciously until his teeth tore away from her neck and his lips came back to hers. With trembling hands she began to push his shirt the rest of the way off, wanting to feel his naked chest completely against her.

Hugo rose to his knees when it became stuck, and ripped it off aggressively. He flung it aside, right into the water, and it disappeared down the stream into the wilderness.

“I want you to bite them,” he commanded, coming down on her again.

Seraphina paused, taken by surprise at his request.

“Your scars? Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he growled, then kissed her deeply again. “I want them to have new memories, and I’d much rather the pain come from your mouth than anywhere else.”

Something about that statement spread a fire throughout her body, as he cradled the back of her head, readying to push her mouth against his scars. Liquid heat then gushed down her inner thighs as he pressed her tightly to him, and she sank her teeth where she was told.

A bestial growl left Hugo’s chest as she bit him, and between her legs where his hips nestled, she felt his manhood, even under the cover of his breeches, begin to throb and thrust against her.

Oh,how she wanted to feel that within her. To be free of any and all clothes, and finally be a part of her husband in the most sacred way!

“Oh, God in Heaven,” Hugo gasped, his entire body beginning to tremble.

Another growl erupted from his as Seraphina grew bold and drug her nails down his back, and he bucked into her pelvis hard.

More,Seraphina thought, her trembling hands going to waistband. She wanted more, and she knew he did too.

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