Page 61 of A Bride for the Wicked Duke

“Yes…” he breathed. “Like that…”

“Tell me you want me,” she said as she stroked him. “Tell me that you always have.”

“I… I… I do not want…” His eyes were still closed, as if to open them might break the illusion.

“Tell me how much.”

“Too much for words,” he said finally. “You know I do.”

“Tell me…” She bit into her lip, her mouth salivating. “Tell me what to do next.”

His eyes snapped open suddenly and she might have cried out from what she saw. They were hungry. Savage! A predator stumbled upon in the wild, and she was the prey. He still had one hand around the back of her neck, the other moved to her chin. He forced her to look into his eyes, growling as he did so.

“You know what I want,” he snarled. “Or do I need to show you?”

“This is my lesson, is it not?”

“It is,” he said. “And you have been such a good student.” She felt pressure on the back of her neck, pushing her down. On instinct, she knew what to do, and so she did it.

Aurelia dropped to her knees, the duke’s member right before her face. Both hands still holding it firmly, she looked up and met his eyes so that he could see how much she wanted this. And so that she could see how much he wanted it also. And then, with nothing left to do, she did exactly as expected. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around his thick, throbbing member.

“Aurelia…” He moaned and his entire body went rigged as she swallowed him. “Yes… like… just like that…”

When the duke had been pleasuring her with his mouth, Aurelia had assumed that she was the only one enjoying the sensation. It was, after all, aimed at her pleasure, the duke doing it for her, so what could he possibly get out of it? That, she now understood, to be wrong in so many ways. For where the duke was clearly enjoying the way Aurelia took him in her mouth, she realized that she was enjoying it just as much.

There was a type of power to it that she hadn’t been able to fathom. A sense of control, as if she owned the duke in that moment. As she ran her tongue up his shaft and licked wetly over the tip, to feel the duke groan and gasp and beg for more, made her feel as if she had him in her thrall completely. It was sloppy. It was wet. It was a mouthful, to be perfectly honest. But it was also very good.

She opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much of him as she could. She wrapped her lips over the tip and sucked for all she was worth. She let him take her head and move it back and forth. She couldn’t breathe for much of it. Saliva built in her throat and spilled from her lips. But the duke was enraptured in ways she had never seen before.And this is surely a moment he will never forget.

“Wa – wait!” the duke cried suddenly. He pulled back, releasing his girth from her mouth.

She gasped, taking in a breath of air. “What’s wrong?” She looked up at him, worried for a moment that she had done something he did not like.

He grinned down at her, that same look in his eyes. “You do not think that I am going to have all the fun, do you?”

“I…” She hesitated. “What do you mean?”

The duke slid down the door until he was crouched before her. A hand went to her face and pulled her lips to his mouth. Their kiss was wet and sloppy and hungry. Passionate, but also messy. For a moment, Aurelia worried that he wished to go all the way – something that she wasn’t certain she was ready for. Not if this was going to be their last time spent together.

In the end, she had no reason to worry.

The duke took control after that, pulling her into him by wrapping his hands around her buttocks. He lifted her onto him, forcing her to wrap her legs about his waist. Then he turned quickly, falling back so that he was sitting.

“Your Grace…” she began, panicked over what he was going to do.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her.

“I…” She met his eyes and decided in that moment that she trusted him completely. Whatever he wanted, she would do. “I do.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Someone is learning. Now, turn around.”

She frowned with confusion, not certain what he meant. She tried to read it in his eyes, still not understanding. “I don’t… what do you mean?”

He laughed deeply, his hands moving to the back of her knees. Then, he spun her himself. She cried out, nearly falling on her side, held in place as he lifted her effortlessly so that her head was by his ankles. Her heart was racing with panic, as she still wasn’t quite sure what he meant to do with her…

“Relax,” he commanded of her. “And trust me.”

“I trust – oh!” she cried out as she duke shuffled down, pulled her backside and her thighs toward him, and then placed her squarely on his face.

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