Page 71 of The Duke Says I Do
“More.” Even with her sparse experience, most of those seemed too banal.
His lips twitched. “Portia, you’re a lady. A man minds his tongue in the presence of a lady.”
“Not always. I like what your tongue does.”
He looked startled before chuckling with such surpassing salaciousness that her secret places clenched in involuntary response. “You don’t know the half of what my tongue can do, my sweet little lamb.”
She laughed at the description, even as curiosity sparked. What did he mean? “That sounds like you’re going to lick me all over.”
Sly humor lit his eyes to dark emerald. “We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”
She responded with a growl. “Stop treating me like a fool, Alaric. And tell me what I need to say if I want you to…swive me.”
“That will work.”
“But there’s more?”
He gave another long-suffering sigh. “I suppose so.”
“If I wasn’t a lady, but an amorous milkmaid, what would I say?”
“Roger me?”
“That sounds awful.” Her nose wrinkled in displeasure. “I’ve never met a Roger I liked.”
“You’d like it if I rogered you.”
A huff of shocked laughter. “No doubt.”
“The thing you could say…”
“Yes?” She found this discussion titillating. She feared that she was no longer the lady Alaric called her.
“Fuck me.”
The word was short, sharp, vivid. And she was sure utterly forbidden in polite company. How delicious. An exultant smile curved her lips, as she gathered the nerve to speak. “Fuck me, Alaric.”
Chapter 18
Good God, he was turning into the worst kind of satyr.
Granville drew a deep breath and battled to remember that up to a few hours ago, Portia had been a virgin. Since then he, heaven forgive him, had tupped her three times. In a bedamned evening. He was in perpetual heat for this woman. Where the hell did he find the energy?
Watching Portia’s pink, cushiony lips framing filthy words made him hard again. What the devil was she doing to him? She possessed a powerful magic. She just had to look sideways for him to think about having her.
Now here she was saying “fuck” with such innocent relish and turning him molten with desire. He told himself to calm down. Then he remembered something else that she’d said while he pronounced words he’d never spoken to a gently born woman in his life. The idea entering his mind was so explosive, he swelled against his breeches.
“Alaric?” she asked in a suspicious tone. “You look rather wild.”
Wild? He was a rampaging beast, ravenous for the sweetest flesh he knew. She had no idea what awaited.
“I believe I interrupted you,” he purred, scenes of depravity careering through his mind.
“When I said fuck me?”
He gritted his teeth. She really needed to stop saying that or he’d fuck her indeed. “No. Before.”
“Before?”
