Page 29 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke
"Am I really?"
But he seemed to be done answering questions now because he just gave her a rueful smile turning to focus on his painting.
"Try not to move Cecilia dear. I do not believe you will like any punishment I have to offer." he said instead and just like that the atmosphere of flirtation and desire took over, and she was back where they started: self-conscious and feeling even more wanton than ever.
This time she was ready to take this game even further, she was no longer content to leave the concept of his own brand of punishment unexplored, and somehow she suspected that she would enjoy the punishment much more than she had enjoyed posing half naked for him.
So she did what any self-respecting lady of scandal would do. She sat up, allowing the fabric of her chemise to move how it pleased, exposing even more of her skin, drawing Theo's eyes. She enjoyed the suppressed tension she could see building in his muscles as if he was holding himself back from pouncing on her it was definitely enjoyable to tease Theo. It was addictive game one that inspired anticipation and sensuality in equal measure.
"I do believe I ask you not to move, pet," he said lazily, leaning backward in his seat, his eyes heavy lidded with his desire. "Actions have consequences, Cecilia. I believe I told you so before. Come here."
He beckoned her with a crook of his finger causing a wave of fear, anticipation and desire to go down her spine. She took one step towards him, then another and another until she was standing right in front of him. Only then realizing from his clenched fists, just how much effort it demanded from him to keep himself in check. It was gratifying to note that she was not the only one slowly going mad with desire.
"Kneel, pet. I believe you need to be punished," he commanded.
Cecilia slowly descended until she was a kneeling position knowing fully well, that in this position, Theo could see downher chemise and even more of her body through the semi-transparent material, instead of her previous bout of modesty, now she felt an almost overwhelming need to bare her skin completely, inviting him to feast his eyes on her uninterrupted. She loved the feeling of being desired and the wanton part of her hated his control. It wanted to push him, until he yielded to the madness that she could sense between them.
"If this is your idea of punishment. It is decidedly juvenile I must say, Your Grace," she said saucily and just as she wished, the fire burned brighter in his eyes. "Surely you have something more creative in your books."
"Juvenile, you say?" He asked softly, his tone sleepy and dangerous. Slowly, he extended a finger to trace her lips, sparking heat from that single point. When his finger moved closer to the edge of her lips, holding his gaze, she opened her mouth and nibbled the end of the digit eliciting a satisfying growl from Theo's lips.
In the next moment, Theo's mouth descended on hers and he was kissing her like his life depended on it.
CHAPTER 10
She was going to be the death of him.
Juvenile?
If he wasn't so damned aroused, he would have laughed.
His thoughts of her were downright dark and forbidden, so much that they would scald the mind of even the most experienced courtesan. They were decidedly not juvenile, he thought as he kissed her
Before he could think about what he was doing, he swung her into his arms, ceasing her lips in a scalding kiss, teasing her until she opened and he slid in with a grown of pure enjoyment, exploring the sweet depth of her mouth, his hands moving recklessly down her body, molding her pert breasts in his hands, plucking at her nipples, swallowing her moans of pleasure, even as he nibbled across her neck, enjoying how she writhed on his lap. He held on to her hips, grinding his arousal against her,seeking the friction that he craved while he devoured her mouth mimicking the thrusting movement of his hips against hers.
“Do you still think me juvenile?” he growled against her ear.
She whimpered causing him to smile.
“I never said you were juvenile, Your Grace.” She whispered out. “I only thought your punishments juvenile.”
Theo grinned, nipping at the junction of her neck where it met her shoulder. She squirmed, delighting him with her response.
“If you are still coherent to tease me, Cecilia, it means I have failed in my mission.” He whispered against her ear, nipping lightly.
“What is your mission, Your Grace?”
“To have you breathless with pleasure.”
“You still have time to achieve your goal, Your Grace.”
Her words were said with such humor that he felt a surge of pride. She truly was a spectacular woman.
She was fire in his arms, burning away any semblance of sense and clarity. Her hands were in his hair now, dragging him down to her, her fingers playing havoc at the skin around his neck.
He pulled down the front of her teasing chemise, eyeing the lovely mounds of her breasts. They weren’t overly large but reminded him of oranges and he enjoyed oranges. He seized one of the pink tips of her nipples between his lips, suckling them and then raking her with his teeth. She moaned loudly, tightening her legs around her hips.
He lavished attention on her lovely breasts till she was riding out her frustration on his thighs. She was unrestrained in her pleasure and the sight aroused him even further.
