Page 101 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
“Come for me,” he murmured, stroking her, his eyes devouring her erotic movements, gritting his teeth to keep his own cock in control. “That’s my good lass.”
Fawkes managed to last until he felt her tremors subside, felt her going limp. That was as long as he could manage; he shifted her up, pulled his cock from her soft, warm embrace, and placed it against her wet cleft.
He planted his hands on her hips once more and—nearly breathless with need—rocked her wet core over his throbbing cock once—twice—thrice…
With a groan, Fawkes came, spilling against her cunny, his spend mixing with her curls.
Making a little sound somewhere between a chuckle and a sigh, Ellie collapsed forward atop him, her cheek pressed to his chest.
“Mmm.” She shifted slightly. “Happy Christmas.”
Fawkes felt a chuckle bubbling up in his chest, a strange sensation with her plastered atop him. She pushed herself up a bit so she could smile down at him. Despite the fact he’d pulled out—the same as he’d done each time they’d made love in the last few days—he still felt connected to her.
It’s likely because of the seed drying between ye. Ye’re going to be stuck together.
The thought made his smile grow, because of the sheer strangeness of it.
“What are ye looking at?” he asked.
Ellie stretched up and kissed his right check. “You have a dimple. It makes you look quite dashing, you know.”
He never bothered to think about it. “Ye mean I’m no’ dashing all the time?”
She took her weight on one elbow and used the other hand to skim her fingertips across the tattoo on his upper arm. “Remember the first time I saw you? You were wearing only a pair of trousers, carrying that dagger of yours. With these tattoos and these scars, you looked quite…impressive.”
“Impressive, hmm?” Languor was seeping through his veins and Fawkes wondered if he could go back to sleep. “I could’ve looked like a puking worm and ye still would’ve wanted me.”
Ellie poked him in the bicep. “Perhaps not apukingworm. But yes, I initially chose you merely because of your blood connection to Rufus, and your estrangement from the family.” Her touch turned to a caress. “I had no idea you would turn out to be so kind and gentle and make me feel so…special.”
His eyes were closed, and his lips curled as he pulled her tighter against him. “Dinnae forgetimpressive.”
“You werescarythat first night,” she corrected. “I was so nervous, but you made me…” Her finger was tracing his tattoo. “You cared about my pleasure, even though you were angry at me. No one had ever cared about my pleasure before,” she finished in a whisper. “That is why I kept coming back to you. Not because of the…you know. Baby thing.”
Fawkes’s eyes shot open and he twisted to pierce her with his gaze. “Really?”
Silently Ellie nodded.
“Ye came back to me—even that night in the alley—forpleasure? No’ because ye wanted a bairn?”
She held his gaze, although her skin was flushing. “I told myself it was because I needed a baby—that was why I came to you the first time. A justification. But after you showed me what ecstasy was possible…I made excuses to return.”
Wellshite.
“Ellie…” His voice cracked. “Ellie, if I’d kenned that, I would’ve shown ye such bliss ye cannae even imagine. I was so angry, but if I’d kenned ye wanted pleasure…” He shook his head, uncertain how to finish that thought. Uncertain if he should.
She’d come to him because he’d made her feelgood. Because he’d cared about her pleasure?
Fookayehe cared about her pleasure! He cared abouteverythingto do with her! He wanted this woman’s happiness more than anything.
Stop trying to pretend like ye dinnae love her. Ye love her, ye daft bastard.
Aye, he loved her.
Ellie was smiling softly. “You have given me all that, and more. I certainly am glad your mother invited us to stay at Hangcok Hill.”
Aye. He was as well.
Her gaze had dropped to where her fingers caressed his tattoo. “This one seems more recent than the others. Clearer. A black rose with a dagger through it—”
