Page 45 of A Duchess to Unravel
Theo whimpered, her mind spinning with the sensation, but she shook her head.
“Here?” He asked, nipping at her right.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, when she felt his teeth catch the fabric of her dress.
He tugged it down gently, using his tongue to free her nipple. Theo’s mouth opened into a wideOas she experienced such a touch for the first time. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Itsent a spark from the tip of her taut nipple so intense that she felt it even in her fingertips. It ignited her, made her feel bolder, wanted.
“Alistair, please,” she implored, threading her hands through his thick, dark hair as she looked back down at him. “Kiss me. I want to feel your tongue on mine.”
A rakish grin formed on Alistair’s lips as he hummed with satisfaction.
“There you are,” he praised.
In one swift motion Alistair was off his knees and in his chair, Theo’s dress hiked to her hips as she straddled him and lay against his chest. He captured her throat and held her still as he brought his hungry lips to hers, and they both moaned in pleasure when they finally touched.
Theo’s lashes fluttered as she let herself surrender to the dominant nature of his kiss; reveling in the way his tongue and lips coaxed and guided hers to do as he wanted.
Theo had forgotten everything else. The work needed on the castle. Her anger for Alistair’s distance. Her stalker. It all faded as if it never existed as she let herself get swept up in the pleasure of Alistair’s taste and touch.
So, when his hands caged around her hips and he suddenly broke their kiss with a strangled groan, it shocked her.
“What is it?” She panted, “Did I do something wrong?”
To her surprise, Alistair chuckled as he pulled her back to him, his lips lavishing her neck.
“Nay, little kitten. I just need a break from ye teasing.”
Theo blinked, her mind still all fuzz and liquid. She didn’t understand.
“Teasing? I--I am teasing you?” She ventured.
“Your hips, darling,” he explained. He squeezed them for emphasis and Theo whimpered again.
“They’ve been …” Alistair drew his eyes down, and she followed.
Theo’s cheeks fused with fresh color as she saw the apparent bulge in Alistair’s trousers, nestled perfectly between her inner thighs. Suddenly she knew what she’d been doing and groaned in embarrassment. The pulsing between her legs had been growing stronger, more pleasurable, every time she’d brushed herself up against that bulge of his, and she must have been rubbing herself against him without even realizing it.
“I--I’m sorry,” she stammered.
Theo started to move off him, but he stopped her.
“No,” he chuckled, “Dinnae do that. Did ye like it?”
Unable to find her voice, Theo nodded. She wanted to evaporate into thin air from embarrassment.
“Where did it feel good?” He asked, smoothing his thumbs over her hips. “Show me.”
Cheeks burning, fingers trembling, she reached for the spot that now had its own heartbeat. She shivered harder when she brushed her own fingertips over it. Pleasure flittered through Alistair’s gaze as she showed him, and a sound of satisfaction rumbled through his chest.
“Ye have never been touched there before, have ye?” He asked, smoothing his thumbs over her hips again.
Theo shook her head, caught between two adamant walls of pleasure and shame.
“Not even at the Masquerade?” Alistair asked. “Not even as Calypso?”
“Even in my mask I could not find the bravery to do so,” she confessed, “Or the want to allow someone to do. I danced. Flirted.”
Another sound of satisfaction rumbled from Alistair’s chest, and he slid his right hand from her hip to her aching center. Astrangled cry left her lips as his thumb smoothed over the small bud and she felt a rush of liquid splash over her inner thighs.
