Page 52 of Alone with the Beastly Duke
“Jasmine!” Axel moaned, and Jasmine felt her body go soft. The tingling passion and her need yielded. She felt desirable, and she loved it.
Axel’s fingers moved across Jasmine’s jaw to the lower part of her ear, and it inflamed her skin. He kissed her, and the only thing she had inside of her was a raw and pulsing need. Axel suddenly pulled Jasmine in for an embrace, his hand sinking into her hair as he pulled her head against his and kissed her.
Another breath, and they were on the chaise lounge. His hands were on her ankles, just beneath the hem of her dress. His hand slid up her legs, up to her bare thighs, and before she could gasp, his hands had moved to the slit between her legs.
Jasmine dug her fingers into Axel’s shoulder and gasped into his mouth when he touched her. She was wet and damp, and as his fingers danced in the groove of her mound, she shuddered as pleasure radiated through her body and coursed through her.
There was no going back at this point. The desire that welled up in her was simply maddening. Axel suddenly shifted.
“You must get out of your dress,” he said breathlessly.
Jasmine removed his hands from her body. He watched with rapt attention as she stood up and carefully pushed the dress off her body. She let it slide down in a pool at her feet before she stepped out of the dress.
Axel’s eyes darkened, and he swallowed as he took her body in. His nose flared as his gaze skimmed over her breasts.
“Jasmine!” He whispered.
Jasmine reached for her undergarments and pulled them off. She stood before him, bare and completely naked. She let him see all of her, and his arousal could be seen through his trousers. Feeling brave, Jasmine stepped over his legs and straddled him before she lowered herself into his lap.
Axel groaned with pleasure, and he rose with her in his arms. He stood up from the chaise lounge and then laid her on her back onto the chaise lounge. His body was on hers, his lips on her lips.
Jasmine sought his body; her hand snaked under his shirt and then raked down his chest while her mouth danced around his. She pressed her chest against his, and when he pulled her hands away, so he could pull off his shirt, Jasmine moved her hand boldly to the front of his trousers.
She skidded her palm against the outline of his erection.
Axel lifted his head to look at her and opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something. He, however, did not speak at first. He simply looked at her with his eyes darkened by his longing. She cupped his erection and slowly rubbed her hands against it. It was thick, and it filled her palm.
“Jasmine,” he muttered in a hoarse voice.
Jasmine smiled. To hear her name used in such a circumstance filled her with immense pleasure. Just hearing her name on his lips made her yearn for more of him. She was incredibly aroused by it, and the dam of yearning burst in her. The sensation was nothing that she had ever experienced before. It was a pleasure beyond her wildest imagination. All she could feel was a need to be with him, feel him inside of her, and feel his hands on her skin.
Axel removed his shirt, and Jasmine gasped. He looked magnificent, his shoulders were broad, and his muscles ripped. His chest was hard and perfectly sculpted into an alluring form that made her wet just by gazing upon it. Jasmine began to kiss his chest, her tongue was on his nipple while her hands moved all over his body.
“I want you, Jasmine,” he moaned as his hands moved between her legs. “The passion you stir in me,” he whispered, “it is maddening.”
Jasmine sighed as her hands roamed over his body, his luscious lips parted, and his skin flushed.
Axel pushed his boots off his feet and opened the flap of his trousers. Jasmine’s breast rose with every breath, and her gaze devoured him. She found him enticing as she had never felt about any man before. She smiled shyly at him. When she took him in her hand and began to stroke him, the smile grew even bigger.
Axel, on the other hand, dipped his fingers into the groove of her sex once more, and he began to stroke her. Jasmine also stroked him with as much passion as he touched her.
He moved between her legs and pushed them apart with his knees. Her hand fell away from his manhood, and he rubbed it against her, moving it in a painstakingly slow motion against her mound. Jasmine ached to feel him inside of her.
Her breathing quickened, and she grasped his hips, pulling him closer.
She closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure that coursed through her body. He slipped his hands between her legs and caressed her before he went in with his mouth. When he flicked his tongue, Jasmine’s eyes fluttered open, and she gasped. She raked her hands down his back and lifted her knees.
Throughout the night, Axel found new and fun ways to give her pleasure without going all the way. It was orgasm after orgasm for Jasmine as she could barely catch a breath. Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, spent and out of energy.
ChapterSeventeen
Axel strode happily to the dining room, ecstatic and his head in the clouds. The past few days had been heaven, and he always woke up looking forward to the next day because he finally had something to look forward to. Seeing Jasmine was always the highlight of his day, and the throes of passion she stirred up inside him made him feel alive again.
He was a little disappointed when he got to the dining room, and Jasmine was not there already. Before long, however, she joined him dressed in a fine blue dress, and he could not help but think of the many creative ways he could get the dress off her.
Axel rose to his feet as she walked in. Jasmine gave him a polite smile, but he knew that under that stoic exterior, passion was bubbling.
“Good morning, Lady Jasmine,” Axel said, pulling out a chair for her.
