Page 65 of Wedded to the Duke of Seduction

He kissed a path along her jaw to the delicate spot just below her ear, smiling when she shivered beneath his touch. Her honest reaction thrilled him. It felt genuine and unguarded in a way their conversations never were.

“You’re even softer than I dreamed,” he murmured, inhaling her familiar, delicate scent.

Marina tilted her head back, allowing him better access to her throat. The slight gesture sent a fresh wave of desire rushing through him. Each kiss felt like both giving and receiving pleasure, her skin warm and smooth under his lips.

“You’re beautiful,” Leo whispered, cupping her face gently. Moonlight softened her expression, making her look vulnerable and utterly captivating. “Especially when you’re not fighting me—or yourself.”

He brushed her cheekbones with his thumbs, surprising himself with his own tenderness. He knew passion well, but this slow, careful exploration felt entirely new.

Leo kissed her again and drew her toward him until her body pressed firmly against his. Her softness ignited a fierce ache within him, challenging his promise to focus only on her pleasure.

“Tonight,” he promised quietly, between kisses, battling to control his growing need, “I’m going to worship every inch of you. Show you pleasures you’ve only imagined before.”

Marina trembled at his words, sending a rush of pride and satisfaction through him unlike anything he’d known before. This wasn’t about mere conquest. It was about breaking through her careful defenses and uncovering the passionate woman hiding beneath her careful exterior.

For the first time in ages, Leo found himself focused completely on someone else’s pleasure instead of his own. Every gasp, every subtle response from Marina felt more satisfying than any experience he’d ever had.

He kissed her ear and nobbled at the lobe. The scent of her skin filled his head. As he kissed down to the neckline of her gown, he drank in the warmer scent of her. He let his hands slide where his mouth had gone, over her neck and shoulders and down over the swell of her breasts.

When she let out a contented sigh, Leo loosened the ribbons at the neckline and drew it down to reveal two perfect breasts, but rather than touch them, he drew back and gazed at them.

As the nipples tightened, and she reached up to cover herself, Leo stopped her.

“Let me worship at your feet.” His throat tightened as he kneeled between her thighs.

“What are you—” she gasped.

Not giving her a moment to stop him, he lifted her skirts and bared her thighs and the triangle of curls between her thighs. He paused but only for a heartbeat before he moved her legs apart and kissed her taut bud. His tongue swirled and flicked over it, and she let out a whimper.

When her fingers threaded through his hair, he slipped his finger into the velvet tunnel. His tongue continued their ministrations as he slipped a second finger inside and moved it deeper.

She cried out—not words but a primitive sound he knew meant she was close to the edge.

“You feel that, darling? That’s all me. No one else can give you this,” he told her, and she gasped as he curled his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Yes,” she moaned, “I-I feel it.”

Her legs quivered as his fingers quickened their pace inside of her.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he teased as she grasped his shoulders and then her whole body shook.

“Y-yes,” she responded breathlessly.

“You love this, don’t you? Being at my mercy, taking everything I give you,” he said, and when he saw a flash of defiance in her eyes, he sucked on her bud of pleasure.

She immediately whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Say it,” he ordered and sucked her again.

“I—” her voice broke when he did a third time.

“Say it,” he growled, squeezing her thigh, holding her still as he devoured her, his tongue ruthless, his mouth taking exactly what he wanted.

“I-I love being at your mercy,” she panted, her eyes completely shut.

“Mmhm,” he purred against her wetness, “that’s my good girl. Now Give me every last drop of that pleasure.”

At last, she came with a sharp cry, her body convulsing as he held her down, refusing to let her escape the pleasure he wrung from her.

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