Page 32 of A Duchess to Reclaim

“Careful,” his deep voice warned.

Exhilaration coursed through Amelia’s veins. There was a whisper of threat in his tone. And instead of being afraid of it- she wanted to play with it.

“Or what?” She whispered, pushing her throat further into his hold. “You’ll punish me with anotherweakkiss?”

White flames erupted in Dominic’s eyes as a growled escaped his chest. The primal sound against her ears made her entire body grow weak and she suddenly lost some of her fight.

“Weak?”He seethed.

Arousal beat down on her, so intense she couldn’t speak so she only nodded.

Don’t stop,she silently begged,Pleasedon’t stop. She hated herself then. Hated how much the man that so clearly didn’t want anything to do with her was driving her body wild. Shame curled up through her growing need. Why.Whyhadn’t he wanted to at least try to be with her? Did he pity her that much?

“Let’s see who the weak one is, Amelia,” Dominic replied, his voice dipping into a sensually deep tone.

His words pulled her from her darkening thoughts, and she gasped as the hand around her throat tightened and brought her lips to his. His kiss was rough, demanding. He ravaged her mouth with his teeth and tongue, coaxing her into absolute submission. He nipped, making her gasp, then would kiss so long and languidly that she’d moan and whimper. Then more pain would erupt; either on her lips her tongue, springing tears to her eyes, then he’d her again soothe with his lips until the pain was forgotten.

Dominic sank further into the chair, letting his thickly muscled legs splay wide before he shifted her until she was straddling his lap. His hand let loose of her throat then, only to reach down between them and move the bunched up skirts of her gown away from them.

He then caught the back of her hair with a firm grip, and still kissing her demanded, “ride.”

Lost in his kiss Amelia blindly obeyed, letting her hips began to writhe back and forth against the already thick, rigid outline of his manhood. She moaned deeply at the sensation, stars bursting behind her eyes as a pleasure she’d never found lay open for her to discover.

She’d attempted to touch herself in the past. After reading certain passages in her books it had left her hot and uncomfortable; and she was aware she had a certain spot between her legs that was supposed to be able to release such discomfort. She had never found it though, and would only end up more frustrated after such experiments.

This,Dominic’s hard, pulsing length gliding over her soaked center, was exactly how what she’d tried to make herself feel. It was what she had been missing, and now that she had it, she worked at him with fervor.

“Keep your mouth on mine,” he commanded, his tone thick and vicious when she suddenly threw her head back and moaned.

Again she obeyed immediately, too caught in the fervor, and he hungrily attacked her lips again as he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck.

So intent on the pleasure spreading through her parted legs, Amelia didn’t notice the sound of ripping fabric as Dominic tore her dress from neck to navel. It wasn’t until she felt the scrape of his fingertips against her taut nipples that she realized she had been made bare, and she whimpered against his mouth in a slight protest.

“Don’t stop,” Dominic rasped against her lips, seizing her left nipple in a painful pinch. “You’re not there yet.”

His wicked words only served to heighten her pleasure, and Amelia felt herself let go completely. She undulated her hips against his, pressed her breast further into the palm of his hand. Her breath grew into short, even, needy gasps as she brought herself closer, closer to that great abyss where she somehow just knew a pool of pleasure awaited her fall.

And then…

“Stop.”

Amelia ignored it, so close to her release that her entire body was shivering, and she thrust her hips again.

Her sex didn’t find its usual purchase, though, as a vice-like grip came down on both her hips and she was pulled backward. Dominic’s lips were next to be torn away, and as quickly as she had been swept into his lap, she suddenly trembling on her own two feet; swaying from the intensity. She forced open her eyes; staring at him with utter indignation.

Dominic’s silver eyes were were so dilated that they were practically black as he peered up at her from his seat; hunger and his own need apparent on his handsome face.

Amelia drew in a ragged breath; the world coming crashing down on her all at once. She glanced down, saw the ruined state her dress was left in, and slowly brought her trembling arms up to cover herself. In a flash Dominic was on his feet; his height looming over her as he grabbed her wrists and forced them down.

“You will learn not to goad me, Amelia,” he rasped; his own need still apparent despite his dangerous tone.

She tried to speak, but her words- her thoughts, seemed to refuse to form.

He took a shuddering breath, his lips so close that she thought he was going to kiss her again.

“I may have a likeness for you,” he whispered against her lips, “But don’t ever believe I am weak. Not even for you.”

He released her then, the absence of his presence so intense that she swayed again, and left her standing in her ruined dress in the sunroom.

---