Page 86 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke
Instantly, Cecilia gasped into his mouth as the cool air touched her skin. She shuddered from the mixture of the coldness and the head of his body. It was a dangerous combination.
And when his kiss dropped to the hollow of his collarbone, then lower, she moaned, squeezing the bed sheet a bit tightly.
As if marking a path of devotion, the press of his lips continued to drop lower, cherishing her, making her feel so wholly wanted.
"You drive me nuts, Cecilia. How do you do it?" Theo's breathing came out ragged before he pulled at the fabric around her waist, leaving her fully undressed.
It was her first time, lying beneath a man in nothing. Yet, she felt no shame. He looked at her like she was some divine offering, and it made her bold.
"What do you mean by you are not beautiful?" His voice sounded before dropping a kiss beneath her ear.
She sat up in response, feeling an insatiable heat pulsing through her. Her fingers found his shirt before ripping it off his body. In the dim light, he let her undress him in silence, his eyes never leaving hers, even as her fingers trembled when they traced over the brutal scars lining his chest.
Just like before, scars travelled across his thighs and legs. Some were pale and faded, long healed. Others were newer—jagged, angry lines across his flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat, not from disgust, but from awe. Every mark on his body was a story he hadn't told her. And he had survived them all.
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to one.
"I love every inch of you," she murmured.
His breath hitched. She was saying that again. And every time she did, it did something to her.
"Even the broken parts?" he whispered.
"Especially those," she said. "They make you human."
He swallowed hard, and then he pulled her into his arms before laying her back against the bed once again.
"And I love every inch of you as well, my lady." He bent his head, speaking against his skin. "I wish to spend my whole life worshiping you," he added before lowering his head against her chest.
When his mouth captured her nipple, she burned. When his tongue tasted the curve of her breast, she cried out softly, clinging to him as sensation bloomed through her.
He lingered there, his mouth teasing and sucking, tongue flicking softly over her nipple, then the other.
"Theo…" His name fell from her lips as her body arched into his as if seeking more of him.
Responding to her, one of his hands roaming her thigh, bringing flame to every part of her flesh.
"I need to know how much your body wants me, Cee," he stated before pushing her thighs open.
Now she trembled, loving every moment but finding herself too weak to make up words. And when a finger of his pressed gently against her inner thighs, she bit her lower lip tightly.
"How wet are you, my lady?" His voice was rough, a huge contrast to his touch that moved higher and pressed against the lips between her legs.
"Theo…" Once again, his name was the only word in her brain at that moment.
"Goodness." He pushed himself close before biting softly at her neck as his finger slipped past the wetness between her legs.
Cecilia gave her all into this kiss, her whole senses destabilized at his gentle caress in her most intimate parts.
"I want to explore you till I memorize every inch of you," he stated as his fingers begin to pump inside her with practiced slowness. The fact that she was a virgin made her even extra cautious.
Every act of his made her pulse thunder, and he teased her until she was moaning and shifting beneath him, the wave of pleasure tightening with every pass of his touch.
And then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. No warning, catching her off guard that she let out a vocal gasp.
Her back arch as his tongue lapped at her center. Cecilia had read about this—devoured scenes in her forbidden novels that detailed such acts—but nothing had prepared her for the reality of Theo's mouth on her.
