Page 38 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke
He dropped to his knees, patting her thigh with a small slap when she tried to close her thighs.
"We are beyond propriety now, Cecilia," he warned her. "Open your thighs to me. I want to taste you."
"Taste me?"
"Do not worry," he assured her. "I am quite skilled. At the end you might beg me to begin again."
She looked like she wanted to protest but she relaxed into him and he allowed himself a moment to worship her legs he hadn't been able to forget with his lips. Nipping her calf then her thigh until he drew near to her sex.
Her arousal drifted to him, heady and musky and he wanted her taste on his tongue terribly. He buried his nose in her and felt her squirm, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer.
He kissed her softly, then ran his knuckle through the soft mass of curls feeling how damp she was with her pleasure. He split her with his fingers and gave her one long swipe of his tongue and them settled into placing open mouthed kisses everywhere but at the pulsing part of her sex.
He tried hard to ignore her cries but her sounds were a beautiful melody that sparked lust through him and made him want to sink into her warmth just to see her shatter around him.
He wanted to show her all the heights of pleasure his body could bring her but he would be satisfied with just tasting her today.
He nipped at the pulsating part of her sex and held her still as she nearly shot off the table. He smiled against her sex, continuing his onslaught until he felt her hands grip his head tightly.
He slid a finger into her and then another, and soon her hips rode his fingers, which surprised him because he hadn't instructed her what to do. She was a quick learner, his little mouse and he was sorely tempted to see what else she would prove proficient at.
His fingers moved at a quicker pace and he felt her insides spasm as her ecstasy came. She was beautiful, frozen in a silent scream, and his member felt as though it would explode but he pushed his desire to the back of his mind, rising to his feet.
He held her so she wouldn't slide off the table as her body had gone loose and light. It was her first experience of an orgasm andhe couldn't hide his grin knowing she would look for the feeling he had given her in any man her brother forced her to marry.
When she finally regained ability to move and think, the duke had arranged her dress into some semblance of normalcy. Her body felt loose and languid and all she wanted to do was be rid of her clothes and curled up in bed. Exhaustion wrecked her but she also felt… blissful, sated, even though she felt there was something missing.
She was moved with gratitude but when she saw the dark glee on his face, she stilled.
That look had never spelled anything but danger for her and she couldn't trust that he hadn't thought up more ways to have her abandon all she had thought proper.
"You surprise me constantly, Cecilia." He smiled, coming to cage her between his arms.
"How so?" she asked.
She had lost her need to filter her tone and words somewhere when he had had his face between her thighs and his raised brow told her he didn't mind. Instead he was intrigued.
Was there anything she could do to provoke this man?
He ran a finger down her face, stopping at her lip and then pulling away.
"I caught you staring at me even when you were with your handsome Lord Buckley," he said accusingly.
Her eyes widened and she pouted turning away from him. So he had actually seen her?
"You were watching me then, to have noticed," she said, lifting her chin in defiance.
"I was," he confirmed. "I will always find you, Cecilia. In every room."
Her heart soared at that promise, so dark yet so comforting.
"I have to ensure you aren't so busy trying to find a husband that you forget me."
The sentiment she had felt earlier vanished as quickly as it had come and she frowned, shaking her head at him. She pushed at his chest needing to be away from him but he held still, stubbornly refusing her.
"We haven't finished our conversation, Cecilia," he reminded her. "You still haven't told me why you watched me even when you knew no one was to know we were acquainted."
She couldn't very well tell him the truth.
