Page 92 of Duke of Pride

“Ah.” He leaned even closer. “And what did your… calculations tell you?”

She pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him close to her.

Water sloshed gently around her as she leaned forward, brushing her lips over his just once. But it was enough to set him on fire.

Stephen inhaled sharply and closed the distance between them. The kiss that followed was nothing like their sweet, laughing ones from earlier that day. This one was deeper, wetter, hungrier.

“I’m coming in.” His voice was low and rough.

Victoria gave the faintest nod, her lips still parted, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. She could feel every inch of him, every breath he took, every heartbeat pounding in time with hers. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as he pressed kisses to the curve of her neck. She squirmed, and every nerve in her body lit up.

Stephen smirked against her skin, before deepening his kisses. Now he was sucking lightly on her skin, his tongue trailing a path to that spot behind her ear that made her eyes close and her mouth fall open.

His hand drifted up, his fingers brushing the underside of her breast in a way that made her breath hitch. His other hand slid lower, below the surface of the water, tracing the curve of her hip.

“Stephen,” she said, urging him on.

“I am here,” he whispered in her ear.

He cupped her breast, his fingers grazing her nipple with a tenderness that was in no way less devastating. She tilted her head to look at him and the look in his eyes—voracious, barely restrained, and all focused on her—floored her.

He leaned in as he caught her nipple between his fingers and pinched it. The water sloshed as she almost catapulted off the tub.

But his other hand wasthere, nudging her thighs open for his touch. He wandered further and found her center wetter than the water around them. His fingers moved with patience, with skill, with a tenderness that undid her completely. Gentle, circling strokes that sent pleasure to her whole body and coaxed a deep sigh from her.

“You are divine,” he whispered, nipping her earlobe.

There was no part of his body that was not dedicated to unraveling her. His mouth kept kissing, licking, biting. His body swayed softly against hers, his muscles flexing behind her. His fingers kept rolling over her sensitive nipple, making her quiver. As for his other hand…

Her legs parted to bloom, to open fully to that touch that was winding her up tighter and tighter. His fingers slid from her folds to that bundle of nerves in slow but persistent strokes. Then, faster, a pace meant to drive her insane.

Her fingernails dug into his arm as the tension built higher and higher. She bucked her hips to meet him, earning an approving rumble in his chest. Water splashed over the rim of the tub.

“That’s it, Victoria,” he purred in her ear. “You will come undone for me.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

His touch became focused, his fingers circling her bud over and over, in tune with her thrusts, her sighs. Her body tensed as if the waves of the sea retreated. Her breath hitched.

“Yes,” he growled. “Let go for me. Now.”

The waves washed over her. She shattered in his arms with a cry that he swallowed with a searing kiss.

Suddenly, his arms banded around her, and he got up with her in his arms.

“Stephen?”

“I need to taste you. I need to have all of you to myself. Now.”

He wrapped her in a towel and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her on the bed and then slowly pulled the towel off her.

Victoria did not blush this time as his eyes drank her in.

He crawled onto the bed with her, his massive body looming over hers. He braced his hands on either side of her head, his gaze greedy, wild.

“You’re staring,” she whispered, breathless.

“I know.”

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