Page 61 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
All of this. It was forhim. She’d come to him because she wanted him.
Because she wants yer seed.
She didn’t wanthim. She didn’tknowhim.
“Did ye really think I was a chemist?” he snarled, tucking his other hand beneath her other leg, lifting her. “I’m anobody, Ellie.”
“You are—” Whatever lie she was about to spout was cut off with a gasp, and she wrapped her other leg around his waist.
Now he could lean against the wall, holding her, fooking her, sliding in and out of her tight heat as theneed, the pressure, built under his ballocks.
“Ye dinnae ken who I am.”
He was panting now, needing to remind himself as much as her.He was nobody.
Ellie’s head tipped back to rest against the brick, to stare at him while he held her, plunging in and out of her body.
“I know you, Fawkes MacMillan.”
“Nay,” he gasped. “Ye dinnae.”
She was trembling now but he held her gaze, blood boiling from anger and desperation and need.
“Who are you?”
I’m a bastard.
He would have said it, but her hold on his waist tightened, her hips rocking forward, and he couldn’t have formed a coherent thought. Fawkes grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his, pouring his primal rage into this kiss.
When she came he shouted her name, but she caught the sound, swallowing it, as her tongue stroked him eagerly.
Christ.
Christ.
Fawkes came.
He came, snarling, pinning her to the wall, pumping his seed into her hot, welcoming body. And even as he knew he’d lost the battle, fierce elation surged through him with each burst.
As the white lights behind his eyelids cleared, he realized he could feelher. Her inner muscles squeezed him, throbbing over and over. She’d buried her face against his neck again, clinging to him like a vine.
That’s the name of one of those positions in that book, aye? The Clinging Vine, from the Harlot’s Guide? Ye should look that up.Get inspiration for next time.
Oh dear Lord, his mind had gone wandering.
Nay, I havenae. I’m merely trying to remember that sexual position—
He was buried ballocks-deep in a beautiful woman, having just experiencedincrediblecoital bliss…and he was thinking about abook?
Ellie was breathing heavily when she finally lifted her head and met his eyes. Her lips were bruised from his kiss, but curled at the corners. Her core spasmed around him when she unwrapped one of her arms from his neck and brushed her gloved fingertips along his cheek.
“Fawkes,” she whispered, smiling slightly. “Thank you.”
For giving yer seed.
The reminder sobered him.
“Ye dinnae ken me, Ellie.” He tried to keep his tone as cold as possible as he pulled from her, forcing her to release him and slide down the wall.
