Page 97 of The Scarred Duke's Bride
“Any more questions?” he murmured against her skin.
“Er…” Freya’s mouth stayed open as she panted, his tongue working hard to rouse nerves she didn’t even know she had.
“Eric,” she moaned his name like a prayer.
He kissed the back of her knee, running his fingers along her thighs to tickle her. She squirmed but didn’t try too hard to get away from him. “Stop,” she giggled.
He kissed down along her thighs until he came to her groin. Lifting his eyes, he met hers, he flicked out his tongue to taste her juices. She gasped, her hips jerking. “Ohh.” She breathed as he used his tongue to set her alight.
“You like that?” he whispered as he pursed his lips and suckled at her sensitive nub, pulling more wetness from her.
She arched her back. “Oh God, yes.”
His finger joined his tongue, stimulating her almost beyond her ability to withstand it. “Actually, I…have…one…more question.”
“Ask…me.” He slurped loudly, licking and kissing her most sensitive parts.
“You…made love to me…passionately…once in your…ah!” Her back surged off the bed as his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. She shook and shuddered, panting hard.
“In my?” he prompted.
“Your…your…office. But after….” Her brow furrowed in remembrance.
Eric sat up with a sigh. “Yes, I…well, I completely surrendered to passion that day, and I did not treat you like the lady you are. I’ve been meaning to apologize.”
“Apologize? Why? That was…that was…”
“Terrible, I am aware.”
“No! It was absolutely mind-blowing. I was flabbergasted in the best way possible.”
Eric blinked at her in what seemed like extreme shock. “What? You liked it?”
“That is an understatement if I have ever heard one.”
He froze just gaping at her as if completely gobsmacked. “But….?”
She gave him a disappointed sigh, “Now Eric, what did we say just a few minutes ago aboutassuming?”
He swallowed hard, his eyes thoughtful. “Are you sure?”
She laughed. “I have never been so sure of anything in my entire life.”
Suddenly, something in his eyes changed, and he dived for her. She squealed as he began to kiss her randomly all over her belly and chest, his hands roaming her body as if mapping her. She squirmed beneath him but made no effort to get away as his teeth closed together on the skin of her neck, and he bit down then blew on her skin to soothe it. His lips smashed down on hers, and they kissed frantically as his body wiggled between her legs, widening them to accommodate him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he surged into her urgently, his arms reaching back to grasp her legs and lift them high over his shoulders.
He held nothing back.
Her cries of ecstasy were loud, and she had just enough presence of mind to hope that no one could hear them outside their room. His hips stuttered and jerked as he worked on her, his face straining and flushed with effort.
“Oh, God, Freya.” His pants of effort and groans of pleasure got louder and louder, almost drowning her out.
All the pain and discomfort she’d been feeling for days just disappeared as her body became a heated, sweating receptacle for bliss. She did not want it to end, but already, she could feel her orgasm bearing down on her like a predator looking to take down its prey.
“Eric,” she cried, grabbing his neck as she arched her own, breathing loud and groaning as her body was overrun, a wave of sensual satisfaction so deep and intense that she was almost drowning in it. His back arched in a rictus of effort, and then he was emptying himself into her with a long loud groan.
They collapsed onto the bed in throbbing, panting satisfaction, both breathing hard and glistening with sweat. Freya turned onto her side, so she was facing Eric. “I do hope you aren’t too mortified by our passion,” she said, running her finger along his scar.
