Page 61 of A Duchess to Reclaim

“Amelia,” he growled as she flicked her tongue over his deep purple mushroomed tip- andGoddid she love the tortured way he said it.

“Again,” she whispered, her tone as luring and sweet as a siren. Not at all demanding like he had been. Yet he obeyed her all the same.

This time her name was whispered out like a prayer as his hands fisted into her curls and trembled like two small earthquakes. He didn’t shove her down atop him; didn't demand a thing. If anything, it seemed like he was holding on to her to restrain himself.

Which, in turn, only made her want to continue even more. Dominic writhed and hissed as she took her time with her lips and tongue; exploring his hardened length with a wicked yet innocent curiosity. When she finally decided to slide her mouth down upon him, a low, guttural, almost begging sound tore from Dominic’s throat.

She gagged on his length; unable to take him all at the same time. The edges of her mouth burned as she tried to stretch her lips fully around him; and she felt another sluice of juices gush between her thighs as she thought of how it would feel if he were plunging into her sex and taking her purity. It would be incredibly painful, she imagined- and yet undeniably wonderful at the same time.

Amelia clenched her thighs together as if the motion could stop her from feeling so much gathering need, and focused on Dominic’s cock in her mouth. Every deep, primal sound only spurred her to explore him more, and the words she’d once memorized from her books vanished as her body became in tune with Dominic’s singular needs.

Right before his release she felt his entire body tense with such rigidity that she wondered if he might shatter. Then with a deep moan that nearly made her orgasm again, he exploded into her mouth. His fingers clenched tightly in her hair, locking her into place as jet after jet of his seed released into the back of her throat. Almost immediately after she finished his rigid formed melted into the floor, and with a breathy moan of ecstasy, his taut fingers released into a caress; stroking over her scalp in an almost loving gesture.

When she released him his trembling hands moved to her arms, and he pulled her up his body and cradled her tightly to his chest; whispering words of praise as his breaths slowly returned to normal. Tears formed in her eyes as he did so, as if something within her rejected the tenderness of the moment.

“Beautiful, wicked woman,” he murmured, stroking her hair.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the slowing beat of his heart.

“The things you make me feel…sensations I’ve never experienced,” he whispered on.

She laughed, half-happy and half-heartbroken. At least that she could relate to. Never had a man made her feel this way. Not even Roland before he had attempted his assault.

Amelia allowed herself to revel in the pleasure of his warm embrace for a moment, but when she felt her heart began to throb, she pulled away; trembling with renewed need as she searched for her ruined clothes.

“Amelia?” Concern laced through Dominic’s deep, sated tone, sending another deep pulse through her heart, and she bit her lip as she worked to pull her torn dress around her. She couldn’t look at him.

This entire time she knew they’d been battling for dominance in their unique relationship, and at times it was fun- but now she was feeling something else. Something she knew would not be returned.

“Are we done?” She asked.

Her fingers raced under her eyes, swiping betraying tears away from her cheeks. Behind her Dominic sat up and though she didn’t look, she could feel his silver eyes boring into her as he laced up his trousers.

“What do you mean are we done?” He demanded.

“I mean I’m tired,” she replied. “Can I go?”

She tried to say it as carefree as possible, but her voice trembled at the very end; betraying her.

Suddenly she felt his hand wrap around her arm and whirled her around. His other hand came to her chin and before she could stop it, he was forcing her to look directly up into his eyes. More tears threatened to spill from her own as she caught his stark worry shining through as he stared down at her; his handsome face set into a look of pure concern.

“Amelia, what’s wrong?” He demanded, his tone harsh. “Was I too rough?”

The way the pad of his thumb reached up to stroke another one of her tears away was too much, and she pulled her chin out of his grasp and took a step back.

“Stop,” she said.

“Stop,what?”He asked, frustration growing in his tone.

“Stop acting like you care!” She burst out. “Our relationship is just a bargain, remember? Stop acting like you genuinely want anything to do with me when I know you don’t!”

Dominic’s narrowed eyes grew wide.

“I…” He didn’t finish his sentence. Perhaps he couldn’t.

He’d left her. Saved her only to abandon her for nearly an entire year, and then showed back up just give her a string of demands that would save their reputation. There was no care. Just duty that they both had to protect the Astorfield name.

She turned away from again, needing to get out of the armory and somewhere far away from him because her body still hummed with the need for his touch.

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