Page 45 of A Duchess to Reclaim

His heart fluttered strangely as a choked laugh broke from Amelia’s lips at the word stubborn, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“And youwilldo this. Youcando this.”

Amelia’s attempt to smile, to prove him right, spurred a prideful arousal within him, and before he could think, he slipped his hand around her throat and tilted her lips to his.

Unlike before he was gentle with his possession, suckling at her lips and tongue as if they’d been dipped in honey with deep, languid strokes. Amelia sighed into his mouth as she relaxed fully into his arms, and he backed her up into the punching bag; gripping her waist with one hand; the bag in the other so that it wouldn’t sway away from them.

Her arms wound around his neck as she pressed herself deeper into him; her thigh brushing teasingly over his already rigid and swollen cock. Unable to help himself, he groaned at the pleasure; reveling in the way it heated his blood and sent white stars bursting behind his eyes.

“Perhaps I have been too harsh with you,” he rasped, going down to his knees. “Bringing you to town. Punishing your body for your spiteful tongue.”

“What are you doing?” Amelia rasped, her eyes hazy as she watched him lower himself.

Dominic gathered her skirts as he met her eyes, and braced to lift them.

“Do you want relief, Amelia?” He asked, voice thick as his body raged.

Torment, fear, and need flashed through her eyes as she looked down, only urging his arousal on.

“I…”

“Tell me,” he coaxed, his fingers bunching in the fabric. “I need to hear you say yes.”

Amelia’s arms slowly reached back, her fingers digging into the thick rope that suspended the bag.

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes melting into to pure liquid honey, “Please, Dominic.”

He moaned at her plea, and lifted her skirts. He found her mons already slick with need and pulsing as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her turgid clitoris, and his blood sang with desire as he heard her throaty gasp and felt her arch into his mouth. Her sweet musk filled his nostrils as he licked again, then nuzzled into her hot center. A growl escaped his throat as she bucked into his mouth, and with a powerful grip, he lifted her leg up over his shoulder and cupped her buttocks tightly.

Amelia’s needy moans and whimpers filled the still air as he began to feast on her with abandon.

He’d tasted women before. He didn’t mind it; enjoyed the product of it much more than the actual act. But with Amelia, he became immediately addicted to the taste. Sweet, warm, liquid gushes that coated his needy throat, sating the hunger that raged in his loins.

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“Dominic,” she whispered, her breaths growing heavier with every lick.

She clung to the rope suspending the punching for dear life; fearing if she’d let go she’d fall to the floor and it swallow her up. Of all the things she expected to happen today this was not one of them- but she’d be lying to herself if she denied the craving Dominic had started within her from that first punishing kiss.

“That’s it my little vixen,” Dominic whispered against her mons, pushing her more toward his mouth. “Let go for me.”

His thick, deep voice only further pushed her toward that quickly approaching cliff, and Amelia felt her entire body begin to quiver. Every worry, from her reputation to her sisters dissolved as Dominic’s tongue languished her with attention, until her only thought was of how good he felt.

Her hands trembled at the rope, a weakness sliding throughout her entire body as he continued-but she did not dare let go. Everything about her seemed to be transforming into liquid, and it was only by her grip that she didn’t disappear entirely into a puddle.

It was not just the pleasure from Dominic’s skilled tongue that was dissolving her; but the hungry, aching sounds from his throat as he devoured her. He sounded like a feral beast that had been parched for days, and acted as if her body was the only fountain he had to drink from. The very idea spurred a wicked glee within her, and she boldly let go of the rope with one hand to place atop his thick black and silver hair.

A bestial growl erupted from Dominic’s throat as she clenched her fingers around the thick, silky strands, and she gasped sharply as his fingers clenched even tighter to her backside.

Then all too suddenly her pleasure approached the edge of that mysterious cliff, and before she could help it, she was tumbling into it. Her entire body released into trembles of pleasure as a low, keening sound she didn’t recognize left her throat. Amelia lost her grip on the rope, and, having no strength to hold herself up, slid down the punching toward the floor.

Dominic’s arms were suddenly like a cage around her, lifting her up before her knees could hit the cold marble. His hand was like a vise as he caught the back of her neck and ravaged her with a kiss; and she gasped as she tasted herself on his glistening lips.

Sweet and salty she was, and Amelia blushed wildly as she accepted what she was tasting on his lips. Dominic’s demanding kiss seemed to last for ages, but she had no desire to stop it. Instead, she gave him full control, and felt comfort in the loss of it.

Eventually though, the kiss slowed, and when at last he pulled away from her swollen, bruised lips, she felt as if she’d forgotten how to breathe on her own.

“You’re going home,” Dominic’s deep voice commanded.

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