Page 59 of The Duke's Goddess

Pleasure ribboned through her from her core to her breasts. He was controlling her with hardly a touch. Her insides were no longer attentive to her. They listened only to his warm breath, his soft touch, and his words.

Should she be appalled at his crude language? Perhaps, but she was enthralled.

“Yes, it’s all for you, James.”

“Good. Then I’ll thank them for their attentiveness.” His tongue swept over her turgid nipple. She cried out.

“Be as loud as you want, Joan. There’s no one to hear us.” When he licked her nipple again, she moaned an inarticulate sound.

“I do love to make you feral, darling.”

“I’m not,” —a ragged breath clunked out of her— “feral.”

“I’ll have you calling my name and moaning sounds you never knew existed.” A soft pinch to her nipple. A swirl around the tip of her nipple. A suck. He pulled her breast into his mouth, gave a little bite. His hand was sliding up her dress, playing like a feather against her skin. Crossing over her knee, dancing along her thigh. Her inner thigh.

She was vibrating with need. With heat. Pulsating with desire. Ache.

Her moans were coming from all directions now.

“Do you like that?”

“All of it, James. All of it. I want you.” She was begging, but she didn’t even care. Her body was searching for some kind of release, and she knew he was capable of giving it to her. Guiding her to it and perhaps even more.

“You want me, darling? All of me? I’m quite big. Do you think you’ll be able to take all of me?”

“Yes,” she scream-whispered. “I’m taking all of you, James. I love every part of you.”

He unbuttoned his falls, and Joan tipped her head up to watch. She could see his arousal jutting out. He was large. She was completely unconvinced that she could take him inside of her, but she absolutely committed to having all of him.

Despite lying on grass, she felt as though she were swimming. That this wasn’t real. That what was about to happen couldn’t possibly be happening. He had been a notorious rake, and he was choosing her to spend the rest of his life with.

Women fought over men like this, and all she had done was be herself.

“Are you ready, Joan?”

She nodded, bracing herself for his entrance, and closed her eyes.

James tsked. “Open your eyes darling. Look at me. I want us to see each other’s pleasure.” As he was speaking, he slipped his finger into her.

“God, you’re so wet, Joan. For me.” He pulled his finger out of her and sucked on it. “Oh my God, you’re delicious. I need to taste more of you.”

Joan’s body was on fire. Her breasts arched to the sky as his tongue laved at her nub. She could feel his tongue thicken against her, warm tickles shot through her lips. More pleasure ached through her. Then his tongue narrowed and flicked at her pearl.

“James,” she shouted, flying off of the grass.

He hummed his elation. “That’s what I want to hear, darling.”

“James,” she whimpered, not knowing what to do with herself. She lowered herself back down and shot her hands into his hair.

“That’s right, hold me close. Where do you want me?”

“Just. Like. That.” Single-word sentences would have to do.

His hands plunged under her bottom, leveraging her closer to his mouth. His tongue thickened and pressed against her over and over and over.

“Yes. James. Yes!” She screamed. White hot pleasure ripped through her stealing all her strength. Her body went limp.

“Are you ready for me, Joan?”

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