Page 68 of A Duchess to Reclaim

“My cold king,” she murmured, her gentle touch moving to his neck. It laced fire through his veins and he grunted at the pleasure. He hated that he loved her touch.

“The Duke of Truth and Vernacular. You know all of the bare truths of how things come to be. So why would you believe that I thought of you any other way?”

“I am just explaining that there is no little boy to save. No man to change as I always have and always will be this way.” He said, his tone growing gruff.

He wanted her to fight with him. To grow those sharp little fangs and use her wicked tongue. He could handle her that way. Handleanyonethat way. What he couldn’t take was her acceptance.No one,save for his friends, accepted him for who he was.

“I do not want to change you, Dominic,” she whispered, her soft voice undoing him as she caressed her touch up over her his ear then down the back of his neck, “I want to know you. And I think I am starting to.”

Dominic grit his teeth, suddenly wary.

“What is it you think you know?” He demanded, pulling away from her touch. “Hmm? Shall you now paint me as some redeemer as so many have tried? Because I assure you I am not.”

“No, you are not,” Amelia murmured.

Her answer surprised him, and when she reached to touch him again, he didn’t pull away.

“You are pragmatic. Calculated. You coordinate people as if they were chess pieces. You don’t make mistakes. You don’t make messes. You simply clean them up and use them to your advantage. You take those that have been discarded and give them new purpose. But it is not out of altruism that you do this. No. You simply see what those you give new purpose to can do for you.”

Dominic stared silently at her; stunned. There was no‘but you’re a good person’no‘you just don’t want to admit it’.Just acceptance. Pure and true to who he was.

For a moment longer he stood there with her in his arms, torn between the need to put her down and walk away that instant or pull her closer and finally give in to those mounting needs that had consumed his every thought.

“When you rescued me that night you told me that I would be safe if I married you,” Amelia went on, those fingers of her absolutely undoing him; “Did you ever consider that if given the chance you could be safe with me too?”

Dominic’s resolve bottomed out then.Him.She wanted to protecthim?Not begging for safety but trying to provide it? No one had ever offered that to him before.

No longer able to help himself, a groan poured from his throat as he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. Amelia gasped at the ferocity, growing rigid again another for another moment, then she softened again as she brought her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His body instantly reacted to the soft touch of her lips, and every craving he’d been building up the last three days came pouring out of him and into that kiss.

He suckled her lips, her tongue, savoring her sweet taste. He walked them forward until his knees brushed against the edge of his bed, and as he laid her down he blanketed her body with his own. Amelia’s hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, smoothing down the tense muscles of his back and he arched into her touch.

Stop. Stop. This is not what you came here for.A voice in his mind demanded. But his hunger over rode that voice, and he deepened his kiss as his hands wrapped around Amelia’s rib cage just under her breasts. He groaned as he felt the soft undersides fill his palms and he squeezed greedily.

Amelia broke away from his lips, her head tossing back as she let out a moan. He took the opportunity to run his tongue down her throat then catch the loose fabric of her nightgown in his teeth. He tugged it down until her turgid nipples were exposed and began lapping at them like a man starved.

He could make her burst like this, he realized as Amelia writhed beneath him; her moans growing throatier and more desperate as her hands fisted into his hair. He could make her do so all sorts of ways, and he desperately wanted to. He wanted to touch and lick and bite her body everywhere and every way until he knew every little avenue that would bring her pleasure.

Dominic was startled at his thoughts. He’d never had this much need for just one person. But just as he was about to pull away; to take a breath and rethink what he was doing, Amelia’s hand slipped between their tightly pressed hips, and he felt her palm glide over his rigidness and cup him through his trousers.

Other women had wanted to touch him before. He knew he was an attractive man. Most of the time he was very willing to oblige and was rewarded for such. But Amelia’s touch was different. Still new and exploring, but she was able to reach into some sort of dark hidden place within him and bring him great pleasure wherever her fingers chose to graze.

Dominic’s hips twitched as she pressed her palm against him yet again; his body begging for more. He hadn’t been with a woman since they’d gotten married. Even when his urges arose swift and strong; he’d poured himself into his work instead.

“Dominic,” Amelia moaned, bringing his attention forward. He’d been so lost in the pleasure of her hand he hadn’t realized that he was still lavishing attention to her breasts.

Beneath him Amelia’s body hips began to move faster, needier against her own knuckles of the hand that palmed his manhood. He had hersovery close to the edge and he wanted to send her over with an almighty push.

To his body’s disappointment, he drew Amelia’s hand from between them; pressing it firmly into the bed. Amelia whimpered in equal disappointment as he did so, but Dominic quickly repositioned his hips, and he slid his rigidity over her mons. Amelia’s entire body shivered and bucked at the sensation, and he suckled and stroked her harder until her breath suddenly ceased and her back froze in an arch.

Then she released all at once, her body crashing down into the mattress as new breath flooded into her body. Immediately he felt her juices soaking through his trousers and he groaned at the evidence of her pleasure. Her relief was so evident that it caused him to follow. His manhood swelled and grew rigid to the point of pain within the confines of his trousers- and then he was emptying himself into them.

He let out a ragged groan as he burst, nuzzling his face into Amelia’s breasts as his cock pulsed and he shot his seed into his trousers; making an utter mess of them.

Still, it did nothing to calm him down or lessen his need.

More. He wantedmore.

Dominic drew his head up to capture Amelia’s mouth again, and as he did so, their hands attacked one another’s clothes. They tore and tugged until there wasn’t a stitch of fabric left between them, and they both breathed a heavy sigh of relief when their bare skin finally slid against one another.

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