Page 59 of The Scarred Duke's Bride
“I have eyes. And not to say that it is not startling or disconcerting. It is.”
“Thank you for acknowledging that.”
“Butonce a person begins to know you, it fades into insignificance.”
“You’re saying that you forget that it’s there.”
“Yes.”
“Until you look at my face.”
She huffed, shaking her head. “I see that you won’t believe me whatever I say.”
“I do not mean to call you a liar...”
“But you are.”
He sat up and turned around to face her, sitting cross-legged in front of her. “Well, you will have to be patient with me because my experience differs from yours,” he said gently, taking hold of her hands as he looked into her eyes.
She stared intently back. “If you promise to try and believe me.”
He smiled tiredly. “I shall do my best.”
They fell silent, still staring at each other. The fire crackled loudly, and the rain fell, seeming to have calmed down to a steady patter rather than a storm. The horse snorted, and nickered, its tail swishing. The wind had died down, and it wasn’t as cold as it had been. Their clothes had dried off.
Eric’s gaze dropped from the brilliant green of Freya’s eyes to her lush red mouth, swollen from her biting her lips. They seemed to call to him, and he leaned forward, slowly, fascinated, unable to help himself.
He pressed his lips to hers, relishing how they yielded to him, how they parted to let him in without prompting, how soft they were when he licked against them. Her hands crept tentatively up his arms and then latched onto his shoulders, fisting his shirt and holding on tight. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap.
They kissed, enjoying the dance of tangling tongues and pressed together lips, the intimacy of her allowing her mouth to be plundered, her body relaxed against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest, flattening against him as they breathed in sync.
His hands roamed her back, his body undulating as he sought some friction for his arousal. She shivered, moaning into his mouth and whimpering slightly in either fear or arousal.
He pulled back to look at her, seeing how large her pupils were, and how flushed her skin was. “Do you want me to stop?” he forced himself to ask.
She shook her head wordlessly and then leaned in, hesitantly, eyes flicking between his eyes and his mouth. He leaned in and kissed her hard, his fingers raking through her hair.
He wanted more. He wanted to tear her clothes off and lay her down on the dirt floor — show her exactly what passion could do. The instinct was almost too overwhelming. He took hold of her arms, trying to push her off him, so he could get away from his desire, but she would not let him.
“No, please. Don’t stop.”
He shuddered, closing his eyes and praying for strength. “I won’t be able to stop if I don’t stop now.”
“Please,” she whispered.
He sent up a prayer for forgiveness as he grabbed her and began to kiss her frantically. She clung to him desperately as if she was afraid he would disappear. Lifting with his hips, he turned them carefully around so that she was beneath him. He began to kiss down her neck and along her cleavage, cupping her breasts beneath the ruined satin of her dress.
He pushed down her neckline, scooping out her breast and swooping down to suckle upon it. She threw her head back and cried out, bosom heaving. He suckled frantically while squeezing her breast and grinding his hips onto hers.
His hand trailed down and began pushing her skirt up, slowly, giving her plenty of time to protest. She bent her leg, so her heel was on the floor and her skirt fell from her knees to her groin. He groaned, pushing her dress out of the way with his hips, his hardness poking into her thigh.
He ran a hand down the back of her thigh before lifting it and hooking her leg around his waist. He began to undulate, groaning and moaning as he ground against her. He reached down and nipped at her neck then licked it.
She jerked and made a surprised sound before snaking her hands around his neck and holding on. She laid kitten licks against his jaw and cheek before pressing her lips to his, imploring him for more kisses.
He gave them gladly, plundering her mouth without hesitation. His hands moved between her legs, caressing along her inner thighs before poking at the wetness of her swollen throbbing nub. She gasped in surprise, eyes wide as he rubbed frantically, his own movements becoming more erratic. He moved down, burying his head in her skirt, and licked then sucked.
She screamed, squirming in embarrassed surprise.
