Page 9 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
She half-expected him to pull her away. To wrap his hand in her simple bun and yank her to her feet, after all his early protestations.
But when she felt her hair fall down her back and knew that his grip had done that—knew he was trying to hold her in place…well, Ellie felt a surge of victory.
She redoubled her efforts, trying to bring him closer to the edge. Rufus had never spent in her mouth but had always taken her from behind, which occasionally allowed her to touch herself while he thrust into her.
The vague memory of those sensations—the slickness, the plunging, thefulfillment—were what she tried to mimic now.
Both hands clasped his cock now, sliding backward and forward while her head bobbed below him. She was short, aye, and being on her knees meant she had to strain upward to capture him, but her hold helped. Her saliva kept the whole process well-lubricated, and she could imagine it would feel something like this when he was finally thrusting into her core, spilling his seed, fulfilling her purpose.
“Fook,Ellie,” he muttered above her, and the surrender in his voice…it did something to her.
The way his touch had affected her, but different.
Her own saliva dripped from his cock between her fingers, coating her chin, and he’d moaned her name.
It was degrading.
It was humiliating.
It had absolutely zero right to cause a flare in her core she hadn’t felt since before she’d been married.
Kneeling before him like this, Fawkes’s member between her lips,arousedher. She was surprised to recognize the signs; there was an actual dampness between her thighs she hadn’t anticipated.
Ellie squeezed the muscles of her inner core, momentarily distracted by the realization.
Even before he’d become sick, Rufus had never worried about her arousal before he’d taken her. Always from behind, always after she’denticedhim with her mouth.
But now…? Now, this coarse man with the scarred chest and angry eyes and harsh jaw…she was aroused by Fawkes MacMillan and his cock.
“Christ, lass.” The words burst out of him as if he couldn’t help it, his fingers tightening on her hair.
When he tugged, Ellie’s head tipped back until his cock fell from her lips and she was staring up at him, breathing heavily.
His expression was hooded. He reached down and traced one callused fingertip over her lips, before easing between them and pressing against her tongue. She nipped his fingertip, wondering why he’d made her stop.
Fawkes’s grip tightened to the point of pain. She gasped, her mouth falling open, allowing his finger to escape. When he bent down, her hands fell away from his cock.
“Get up, Ellie,” he growled. “Ye win.”
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“Win?”she gasped as Fawkes pulled her to her feet.
He wasn’t so heartless that the wince which crossed her face didn’t cause a stab of guilt. Aye, he was angry, but he hadn’t meant to hurt her. Fawkes transferred his hold to her upper arm, knew his fingers dug in deeper than he meant.Control, man.
“Ye’ll get what ye want, madam.”
It was the way her tongue darted out across her lip;thatdid him in. The way her too-dark eyes were glazed with arousal, her breaths coming fast.
Her lips looked fookable; plump and dark.
She dropped to her knees and sucked ye like a whore.
Aye, and if that’s how she wanted to be treated…
“Mr. MacMillan—” she began, but cut off with a gasp as he tugged her toward the sofa.
“I’m going to fook ye, lass.” Fawkes used his grip on her to drag her closer, to bend down so he could smell the expensive musk of her perfume.Lady. “Hard and fast and deep. I’ll hold ye down and make ye scream.”
