Page 60 of A Duchess to Reclaim

In response Dominic’s grip loosened only slightly around her throat before he pulled her to him again; claiming her lips once more.

“You are so bloody beautiful it makes my entire body ache,” he groaned between kisses.

Amelia’s restraint ceased completely as she heard his words, and as he picked her up to lay her down on the floor, she didn’t even think to stop him. Spread out below him like a feast, Dominic’s mouth traveled from her lips to her neck, his teeth and tongue hungrily tasting every inch of her. Pleasure deep and intense had her whimpering, shivering and pressing him into her when he bit a particular part of her neck; but she shouted outoh!and arched her back against the floor when made it to her breasts.

She marveled at how different the sensations could be; wanting more of both.

“Dominic,” she breathed, her fingers tight in his hair.

He let out a deep growl of pleasure before he nipped at her breast.

“Again,” he commanded, his voice low and raspy.

She moaned before she could repeat herself, and was punished by a harsh brushing of his teeth to her nipple.

“Dominic!” She moaned, arching herself into his mouth.

A sound of pure, masculine pleasure erupted from Dominic’s chest as she spoke his name louder, and he continued his path down her waist. His tongue dipped into her navel, making her shiver and writhe like an animal in heat, and her legs spread wider of their own volition.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat as he leaned up on his elbows and caressed his fingertips over the contours of her left hip and down between her legs.

“Oh, little wife,” he groaned, his fingers brushing sensually over her petals, “You’re already drenched for me. Tell me. Did you think of me while you were in Ellsworth?”

Amelia bit her lip, her brows tensing as she left the briefly left felt the intoxication of their arousal leave her. She couldn’t admit that she had thought of him every moment, couldn’t-

His fingertips glided over her petals, up to her swollen bud, and lightly pinched the delicate bundle of nerves.

“I’m waiting.”

“Yes,” she gasped, tears springing to her eyes as pleasure flooded through. “Yes, alright? I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop thinking about what you did to me in the boxing room.”

Dominic chuckled, the sound downright devilish as he lowered himself to her mons.

“Such a needy little wife,” he teased.

She was ready to stay stop then, to pull him by the hair from between her legs- but then his tongue descended upon her at the exact moment a single one of his fingers thrust into her heated, soaking core.

All thought ceased as pleasure burst through her, and she let out a deep moan of gratitude as all of her pent up need finally found an outlet. His attention made her mind her go blessedly blank; erasing the fears of her Father, of theton.All of it just…vanished. And she was nothing but a meal for her husband to devour.

His fingers and tongue coaxed and pleasured in rhythmic time. Dominic was an expert lover. She’d never thought otherwise. Didn’t even have to listen to the whispers of thetonto know that. The way he carried himself; the way he handled everyone around him so elegantly and with precision- it was obvious.

Her orgasm rushed forth with intensity and a swiftness, sending stars shooting behind her eyes as she trembled and moaned. Dominic rose from between her legs with an assured smirk and she immediately bristled inside. He might be more experienced, but she had certainly read more books, and some of them had been written like a road map to a man’s pleasure. Now was the perfect time to put her knowledge to the test.

She waited until he glided his body up hers, unable to withhold the shiver of pleasure she felt as he purposely dragged his muscled torso up hers, and clenched her legs tight around his waist. Mustering all of her courage, she rolled.

Dominic’s eyes sparkled with alarm as she suddenly took seat atop him.

“What are you doing?” He rasped, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Simply returning the favor, husband,” she purred, then dipped her mouth to his.

Dominic’s jaw was tight and his teeth were clamped as she kissed him; bristling with distrust. But in less than a second his body was softening, and the forceful, stilling grip he had on her hips became coaxing; urging her to do as she pleased.

She nearly lost herself all over again when she heard his deep, utterly masculine moan as she pressed her kisses from his lips to his throat; finding a particular sensitive spot near his collar bone. When she scraped her teeth there a second time, his entire body tensed as if he’d been hit by lightning, and a deep sense of both accomplishment and pleasure filled her.

Amelia continued her exploration, letting Dominic’s heady moans and gasps guide her toward his most sensitive places until she reached his thick, hardened root. He was straining so hard against his trousers that she felt a bout of sympathy as she untied his stays with trembling fingertips.

His need, she realized as she sprang him free, was just as intense as hers.

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