Page 40 of Her Devil of a Duke
“Ah, there are.” His hand slid across her bare back and her waist, pulling her in close so that her torso was flush against his. Her breasts curved against him, flattening.
“Show me,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice more tentative. “It is rather… different, what I have in mind.”
“Please, show me.”
He held her gaze, then his eyes darted over her. There was that usual hunger mixed with something else, though she wasn’t sure what it was this time. Curiosity, perhaps? Longing? She didn’t know.
“We can stop at any point, just tell me if you wish,” he murmured.
“Very well. Now, it is your turn to make a command.” She placed a hand on the center of his chest. “Tell me what to do.”
“God, Evie.” He kissed her briefly, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss before he leaned back. “Start by kissing down my chest, explore, as you wish to, as you did the other night.”
She moved herself, kneeling between his legs as she began to explore down him, kissing every part of his chest that she was curious about. Where she kissed, her fingers soon followed, mostly teasing him with soft trails. His breathing seemed to hitch, higher and higher, the closer she got to his abdomen and the pronounced v shape near his hips.
This area fascinated her. She trailed her fingers across it repeatedly, marveling at the sculpted shape, then kissed down him, coming so near his length that she had to move her head around him.
“Keep exploring,” he urged.
The command was deep now. She understood its silent meaning. He wished her to go lower. Any nervousness she might have felt evaporated when she saw the look in his eyes. They were hooded with desire, and he didn’t even blink as he watched her. Feeling emboldened by that look, she moved to his hip, kissing him once there, nipping him playfully. As he inhaled, she moved to his length.
Her first exploration was tentative and slow. He clearly watched her, his breaths shallow. When she took him in her mouth, his commands grew. He told her exactly what to do, but never in a strong way, just slow and instructive. Aroused by the tone of his voice, she did everything he asked of her, drawing more of him in, and when she could get no further, exploring the rest with her hand.
Sometimes, it felt as if she gripped him too harshly, but he seemed to love that, tipping his head back and gasping at the canopy above the bed. She grew bolder still. When he could no longer make any more commands, his body gasping between breaths and moans, she did as she wished.
When she trailed a hand below his length, down to the soft skin beneath, his hips bucked toward her. Clearly, these touches sent him mad. She continued to pleasure him, as much as she could, watching as his body grew more and more pent up.
One of his hands creased the covers beneath him, clinging tightly to it, as another went for her hair. He tangled his fingers in her locks, not using it to direct her movements, but more clinging onto her with it, as if he needed that touch to anchor them together completely.
As his breath grew faster, he abruptly urged her up.
“What–” She was about to ask if she had done anything wrong, but before she could, she was flipped onto her back. Such a look of pleasure contorted the brief view she had of his face, before she lost sight of it. He swung her leg over his shoulder and went back to kissing her core.
The pleasure was so abrupt, Evelyn could not talk. She had hardly been aware how much her body had prepared itself for him as she’d pleasured him, but she was wet and very ready for his ministrations.
Raising herself up on her elbows to watch him kiss her, she also saw his hand had gone to his length and he was pumping it. Thrilling them both at the same time did something to her. She fell back on the covers, startled by the sheer speed with which she found her end this time. She saw stars, her body writhing and her legs lifting higher, not wanting the feeling to end as it encompassed her so completely.
He grunted and growled just a few seconds later. When he released her and sat up, she saw a thick sheen of sweat over his chest, glistening in the light from the candles and the fireplace. He couldn’t stop smiling, and looking down, she saw that he had at last found his own release.
She reached for him.
“Rafe…” Her voice was but a whisper.
He moved over her and kissed her. No more words passed between them as she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. The kiss was slow and sensual, the two of them just holding onto one another, their bodies flattened, and their legs entwined. She could feel the wetness from both of them between them, yet she had no wish to clean herself up. It was too intimate a moment to possibly pull back from.
When he nuzzled her neck, kissing her in the arch at the base of her collarbone, Evelyn gazed at the canopy above the bed. She was so happy, so overwhelmed by the emotions of not just sharing such excitement with Rafe, but the freedom which they had together, the conversation too, that a familiar dread started to fill her stomach.
It was a dread she could not appease, for it was encompassed by a deeper fear.
What happens when the snow thaws and I have to return home?
CHAPTERNINETEEN
“No more books.”
“What? I thought you were enjoying the discussion.”
