Page 41 of A Bride for the Wicked Duke

“Make sure you let me know, won’t you?” And with that, the duke spread her legs apart, lifted her skirt the rest of the way, and dove his head between her thighs.

It was a kiss unlike anything Aurelia had experienced.

She caught her breath as she felt his lips press against her womanhood. And then she held it as she felt his tongue spread her lips as he began to lick her. It was soft and tender and wet. Careful and gentle. He massaged her lips apart as he licked up and down, his tongue not entering her but teasing around the edges so that her legs began to shake.

“Oh... Your Grace... that is... oh...” Her hands gripped the edge of the table, and her body turned stiff.

That was when she felt his tongue inside of her. She could feel it exploring her. She could feel it licking at her walls as if he was devouring her. As if he could not get enough of her taste. Aurelia leaned back and opened her legs further, caught between shutting her eyes tight and giving herself over to the pleasure which began to roll up her body, or keeping them open because the surprise and shock of it all had her in a stare of apoplexy.

How this had happened, she had no idea. What the duke meant by doing it, she was at a loss. But she tried not to think of that right now, for what did it matter why it was happening? Only that it was.

The duke’s lips suddenly wrapped around her pleasure center. She gasped and cried out as he began to suck. Slowly at first, he increased his speed to the rhythm of her breathing, the way her body shook, and the noises which escaped her mouth.

“Oh... yes... that is... do not... please do not stop... Your Grace!”

Pleasure erupted across her entire body. It spread like a fire through her. It started right where the duke’s lips were, building and cascading over her until she felt that she might explode. Her legs clamped shut around his head. One of her hands grabbed a hold of his crown. She was breathing and panting as his lips worked her continuously, and her entire body vibrated.

“Right there...” she commanded, not even knowing what she was saying.Only that I know I do not want it to stop.“Yes... like that... oh...!”

Aurelia was aware of the concept of sex and love making. She knew of the pleasure it was said to bring. But she had never experienced it herself, just as she had never experienced the explosion that came when she reached breaking point.

It was like a flower opening to the sun. It was like a powder keg catching light. It was the sun chasing away the moon. It was... it was... it was... “Oh, God!” she screamed as the explosion took her entire body. Her legs clamped tighter. She lurched forward and screamed loudly. She began to spasm, caught between pushing the duke’s head away and keeping it right where it was. “Yes! Yes! Your Grace! That! That! Oh!”

The duke pulled his lips away suddenly and she collapsed backwards onto the desk. Her head spun. Her vision was blurred. Her body ebbed from warm to cold, covered in sweat, she had never felt this way before.

“There...” The duke stood up and wiped his lips; on which he wore a knowing smirk. “Now, what do you have to say?”

She said nothing, for she could not speak. Still shaking. Still lost in the moment and the pleasure as it seeped from her body, Aurelia’s mind was blank and all she could do was stare at the ceiling, smiling to herself because this night had turned out unlike anything she had imagined to be possible.

“Just as I thought,” he chuckled. “Rendered speechless. Who knows, Lady Hawkins, there might be a chance for you yet.”

ChapterThirteen

Gerald did not escort Lady Hawkins from the manor and to her horse as he should have done. He felt guilty about it, as he did wish to ensure that she made it home safely, even if these lessons of theirs’ were supposed to be kept a secret.I could have walked her to the door, at the very least. The right thing to do.

The truth was, he needed her gone from his sight as quickly as was possible. He needed her scrubbed from his mind, for her she sat firm in its center and despite his best efforts he could not stop thinking about her.

He was sitting at the desk in his study, the same where he had only just now finished pleasuring her with his mouth. He had not meant for things to go that far. Dammit, he had not wanted them to! His invitation for her to come see him tonight was given in good faith, as he did truly mean to help her learn to better herself so she could find a husband.That is the entire point of all of this!

And yet...

Gerald licked his lips, still able to taste Lady Hawkins on them. So sweet. So insatiable. He ran his fingers over his lips and then sucked them, moaning as he remembered the feel of the woman writhing and shuddering and screaming as he devoured her.

What had happened just now, that isn’t who Gerald was. He was a proper gentleman. He was a bastion of his class and title. He was one who others looked up to, respected by all, not the type to seduce an innocent woman in his office for no other reason than that he couldn’t control his own damn urges!

On the one hand, he had long since admitted that he was drawn to her peculiarities in ways that shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. Having been surrounded for his entire life by well to do lords and ladies of the ton, it was refreshing to meet someone who was just so different to the norm. The way she spoke without care. Her quick wit. Her devilish tongue. Her tendency to always say the wrong thing... Gerald chuckled to remember.

Then there was the other nagging problem. That being, the attraction that he felt for her. Lady Hawkins was not his type at all. He preferred slim, dainty creatures. Elegance was his supposed preference. But there was just something about Lady Hawkins voluptuous figure that drove him wild.And that is an understatement.

Sitting alone right now. Remembering how she had tasted. Picturing her screams of pleasure as she exploded in his mouth. Gerald felt himself grow stiff and rigged. Blood pumping to his groin. He moaned and leaned back, his hand moving to his crotch. Images of Lady Hawkins in his sister’s dress, when she had been spilling out the front, came to mind and he could not help but wrap his hand around his bulge and --

No! Control yourself!

Wasn’t that the problem in the first place? That he wasn’t able to control himself around Lady Hawkins. Laughable, as Gerald was a pinnacle of self-control. But this was something else entirely.

The only positive that Gerald was able to take from all of this was that it proved beyond anything else the need to find Lady Hawkins a husband. And as quickly as he could do! But not so that her family would pay his debts – he did not give a shit about that! He needed to find her a husband so that he could cut her from his life once and for all. For her own sake, as well as his own.

As to how Gerald was going to do that...

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