Page 69 of A Duchess to Reclaim

“I want to taste you again,” Amelia breathed, her eyes hazy and dilated when he was able to finally rip away from their kiss. Her lips were bruised and swollen from his onslaught; glistening from one another’s mouthwatering need.

“You’ll have to wait, little vixen,” he rasped, then slammed his mouth down on hers again.

Her nails drug up his naked back, making him shiver and thrust his hips forward. As he did so the tip of his cock nudged against her dripping petals and he moaned into her mouth at the sensation. It took everything he had to drag himself away, to not simply lift her hips and drive himself deep into her center- but he did.

He did so and retraced the path his lips had just taken down to her breasts, then over her taut belly and finally between her legs. A bestial growl rumbled through his chest as he suffused his mouth her mons; eating and lapping at her with abandon.

Keening sounds of pleasure erupted from Amelia’s lips as she threw her legs over his shoulders and arched her back into his greedy mouth. Within a minute he felt her thighs tremble then tighten around his head just a scant moment before her juices flooded over his tongue. He slurped and drank her like a man dying of thirst; needing several long moments before he could slow his pace and take long, languid licks over her still quivering mons.

He wanted more, wanted to feel her burst on his tongue again, but then he felt Amelia’s claw-like nails dig into his shoulder blades and pull. He allowed her to drag him up, following the small spikes of pleasure-filled pain, then let out a dark chuckle as she pushed at his shoulders and made him roll over onto his back.

Unlike him, she spared no time tracing over his chest or abdomen. He was thankful for it, for he needed no such seduction tonight, and imagined such would only drive him further into a frenzy. Instead her wet, velvety tongue dipped immediately toward the thick, pulse tip of his rigid cock, and she tasted him.

Dominic let out a hissing breath as he felt her flat tongue mold into an arrow and flick mercilessly over his mushroomed head; hungrily drawing out the beads of pre-cum that had gathered and began to drip down his length. There was no question that her need was as great as his own by the way she hungrily swallowed him and hollowed her cheeks to create suction.

He gathered her hair in fists, not to control her mouth but so he could watch himself be thrust so viciously in and out from between her stretched lips. The sight of her was the absolute picture of carnal hunger; and it was his undoing. He tossed his head back as his release roared through him, and he held her to his cock as he pumped rope after thick rope of seed down her throat.

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In the depths of Amelia’s mind she heard a tiny voice attempting to speak reason.

Stop now. No further. You know what he’s about to do.

And she did. They’d perhaps only spent a short amount of time together since Dominic returned from abroad but she was a perceptive person. They would get close and then one of them would run. First it was him, then her, then him, then her, and the pattern would go on and on because as much as she knew he was afraid to get to close to her, she was just as frightened to get close to him. Life had taught her not to lean on men.

The only time they didn’t seem to want to run from another was whenever they allowed their bodies to speak for them. So yes. She knew that this was the time to rise from the bed despite her trembling legs and walk away- and yet instead she felt herself slide up his waist; her legs straddling his hips in such a way that his still rigid manhood strained against her entrance.

Dominic’s eyes were flashing pure liquid silver as he looked up at her; a scant trace of alarm passing through his expression.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, pressing her hips away, “You will hurt yourself.”

“Only for a moment,” she whispered back, then tried to move his hands.

His hold on her only tightened, and he shook his head.

“No,” he rasped, pulled her down to his chest before he rolled.

“We should stop. Amelia, we need to talk.”

“You’re saying goodbye,” she stated, nudging his hips closer to hers with her opened thighs.

Dominic’s eyes widened and the hint of regret that sparkled there confirmed she was right.

“It’s all right,” she whispered, running a hand down his chest.

Yet even as she said it, she felt her heart break in two.

“As I said earlier. I know who you are. I know I cannot change you. Nor do I want to. Now that the rumors about me are gone you will be sending the girls and I back to Ellsworth I suspect, and you won’t be joining us. Am I wrong?”

Dominic’s brow tensed as if he wanted to negate her, but he shook his head; sparing her the hurt of a lie. Truth. He always bartered in truth. And she respected him for that.

“I have done much thinking since you left after bringing me the girls,” Amelia went on, her hands smoothing over his back, his chest, his neck as he stayed locked atop her.

“And I think perhaps this distance you want between us could be a good thing. You would not be happy with us, and I don’t want my sisters around unhappy men anymore. They have dealt with that enough.”

“And what of your needs?” He asked, his tone sounding wary.

“I have thought of those as well,” she replied, “And I have come to this conclusion. I have curiosities, yes, but I do not want to visit theDevil’s Masqueradeanymore. Nor try to find another partner to quench my desires either. I want it to be you. My husband. The man who rescued me from uncertain horrors. Even if it is only once.”

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