Page 69 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke
He nodded.
"Alright," he agreed then. "I will defer to you this time and allow us to return indoors dressed."
She nodded and tried to disentangle herself but he palmed her bottom tightly drawing her gaze.
"Just know once we're indoors and sufficiently undressed, I intend to punish you for making me wait."
She whimpered, but not out of fear. Her lovely eyes looked excited by the prospect and he had to bite his lip to tamper his need to kiss her. If he did, he would be sore tempted to forget they were outdoors and feast on her.
Reluctantly, he let her don the robe he had prepared for her, pulling her along when she dallied. Her giggle had him laughing as well, feeling lighter than he had in a while.
When they were in his chambers, he led her to the bed, undressing them both in a heartbeat. He lay her back, tasting her body as he had longed to do when she was bathed in the moonlight.
She responded well, burying her hand in his hair and making noises that drove fire through his sex.
God, he wanted her.
He wanted her with a burning passion and the friction of their writhing bodies against his hard member was driving him wild with repressed need.
"Your Grace," she whimpered. "I'm burning with need."
"Indeed?" he teased kissing down her beautiful body to the core of her where she was weeping with desire.
Her arousal smelled divine and sweet on his tongue and he allowed himself feast on her, savoring but when he felt her begin to near her ecstasy, he paused.
"I need to hear you say my name, Cecilia," he told her. "I want my name on your tongue when you scream your pleasure."
"I cannot call you by name," she argued. "It is not proper."
He tongued her throbbing peak again with a teasing smirk.
"We have gone beyond what is proper and what isn't, darling Cecilia," he reminded her and just in case she had forgotten, he kissed her everywhere but where she was craving his touch. "We are too well acquainted to be discussing this."
"Emerton..."
He bit down painfully on her hip to punish her.
"Not that name," he scolded. "That is my father's name. I want my name on your lips while I have my tongue inside you. Say my name, Cecilia, or I will send you home burning with need."
"Theo," she said breathily, whimpering. "Please."
His name on her lips nearly broke him and he leaned forward and put an end to her misery, satisfying her in the way she deserved with his tongue and lips and when she shouted out her satisfaction, he was right there savoring every drop as though it were the last time because indeed it would be the last time. He had promised himself.
He kissed his way up her body, burying his hand in her hair and he kissed her, allowing himself one final taste of her before he finally freed her of his depravity.
"Theo," she begged when he freed her lips, wrapping her arms around him. "I want it to be you."
Her words stilled him.
"Cecilia..." he groaned. "Christ. You don't know what you're asking for."
His self-control was hanging by a thin thread and any more words that made him question everything. She saw so hot and slick beneath him. it would take nothing for him to sheathe himself inside her warmth and show her all the decadence his body had to offer but after that?
What would that mean for her?
She was offering up herself now but he knew she wouldn't be able to return to her previous life when he ended things. This was something important he couldn't take from her. Not when she didn't understand exactly what would happen after he made love to her.
He already saw her eyes sadden when he hinted at the end of their agreement. If he were to make love to her the way he craved to, she would be broken when he inevitably ended things.
