Page 80 of A Widow for the Beastly Duke

Now, the heat in her lower belly grew even worse, and she could barely bear it.

“Hmm,” he groaned against her breast, and the sound sent a thrill through her core that nearly made her lose her mind. “Yes, you speak my name so deliciously.”

“Victor, you—” The words stuck in her throat when he flicked his tongue against her nipple again.

“Tell me, Emma.” He nipped the underside of her breast, his lips lightly grazing her stomach as he moved toward that part of her that desperately needed him.

“Did you dream of me… like this? Of my touch? Did you call out my name like this in the throes of a passionate dream, perhaps?”

Emma was so overwhelmed with the anticipation of pleasure that she did not think to lie.

“Yes!” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I-I want you, Victor.”

“And you shall have me,” he said, his lips curling into a rakish grin that transformed his usually gruff demeanor into something that turned her heart into an inflated air balloon in her chest.

“But I cannot wait to have you, my dear Emma,” he said as his broad shoulders spread her legs wider so that her throbbing quim was open to his gaze.

Victor stroked one thick finger along the wet seam, and her hips jerked against him, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

“You… This body in front of me… is beautiful. And now you must forgive this savage, for I am about to eat, and I can pay no heed to table etiquette.”

Before she could even form a response to those strangely exciting words, Victor’s mouth was on her. He sucked hard, his teeth lightly grazing her nether lips, and her hips lifted from the bed, her legs already beginning to shake.

His arm came around her waist to hold her down as he continued his sensual assault on her with a ravishing abandon that shot her heart into her mouth.

“Oh dear God, I think I’m dying—” she choked out.

The beast had the audacity to chuckle against her, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the pressure built.

“It’s not death, My Lady,” his voice vibrated against her, “but certain pleasure.”

“Oh, Victor, I’m—” she gasped. “I…”

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart,” he said, his lips closing over her bud suddenly. When he sucked on it, Emma lost her mind.

She climaxed with wild abandon, her mouth open in a silent scream, her legs shaking so hard she thought they’d break off.

Victor climbed back over her body and took her lips in another deep kiss. It was only when she came down from her high that she realized he was still clothed, even though his thick manhood pressed against her boldly.

“Victor,” she breathed.

He smiled at that, and her heart slammed in her chest. More. She wanted to see him smile more.

“I want… to see you, too,” she said.

He flinched. “Oh…” He swallowed hard, his eyes darting away once before returning to her gaze. “My body is far from…”

Her heart twisted in her chest at the vulnerability in his voice. She shook her head.

“I think you are the most exquisitely built man I have ever seen,” she said, and his eyes widened. “And I have dreamed of seeing your body above me, too.”

She traced the scar along his jaw, the mark of his past suffering now a path guiding her touch.

With a growl, Victor kissed her, swiftly and expertly divesting himself of his clothes until he was as completely naked.

Emma looked her fill. Yes, the scars were there, but they did not take away from the sheer beauty of him. If anything, they only added to it.

She groaned as he lowered his body to hers, his hands framing her cheeks.

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