Page 53 of Her Ruse with the Rakish Duke
“Your nightgown was quite convenient,” he remarked, taking her other breast in his hand and giving her a squeeze. “Wherever did you get it?”
She whimpered, having to hold on to him, her legs trembling slightly.
“Why? You want to get one for your other paramours?” she teased, wondering how she was capable of words when his hands were doing such wicked things to her body.
He laughed and slapped her bottom; a stinging but pleasurable sensation followed.
“You are a cheeky woman,” he laughed. “Enlighten me.”
“My mother commissioned it from a French seamstress.”
“No wonder.” His hands gave her breasts another squeeze before moving to her buttocks to lift her and wrap her legs around him. “You have a delicious body, my dear. It is time I tasted it.”
He placed her gently on the center of the bed and crawled over her, capturing her lips in a kiss. She kissed him back, running her hands through his hair and then down his back.
His kisses were addictive—she wondered briefly how she would go back to her life knowing such intoxicating touches.
Her hands roamed over his back, under his shirt to caress his abdomen, and into his chest hair as his tongue tangled with hers in her mouth.
His lips moved to her cheek and then the side of her neck, stopping at a sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, which he nipped lightly, sending a spark through her. A moan escaped her, but he placed a hand over her mouth.
“Remember, love. We are trying to be discreet.”
She nodded. She would have to learn to remain quiet even if it was the last thing she wanted to do, with his hands wreaking havoc on her senses. He nibbled at her neck again, moving lower.
“I would really like to mark you. But I want to hide it where only you and I would know where it is.”
He bit down just underneath her breast, cooling its sting with his tongue. He repeated the motion many times until her head swam.
“There,” he smiled. “Now I am satisfied.”
His lips moved higher along her body, placing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her breast, taking one nipple between his teeth.
She arched off the bed, slapping a hand over her mouth before she alerted everyone to the experience she was ideally not supposed to be having.
“Victor,” she moaned at last.
“Have I told you how much I love the sound of my name on your lips?” he asked, smiling broadly and obviously enjoying her torture. “But not as much as I love your breasts.”
She had always hated how big her breasts were; they were the only thing men seemed interested in looking at when speaking to her. And her tailors had complained about how hard it was to style them modestly. Though now, in his hands, she loved how abundantly she had been blessed.
He cupped and lavished her breasts with kisses, groaning into her in a way that had her feeling like the most alluring woman in the world.
He moved to the other breast, licking sucking, and biting, stopping only when she looked like she couldn’t hold back her moans any longer.
He kissed underneath her breasts and then her stomach, moving lower till he neared the spot between her legs that was throbbing with need.
She instinctively tried to close her legs, but he held them apart, shaking his head at her.
“There is no need to hide from me, darling,” he told her using one hand to spread her out before him. His eyes took her in as he bit her lip. “I told you I intend to thoroughly corrupt every shred of innocence you have, and I intend to start by devouring you."
Her body burned with embarrassment at his words earning a lopsided grin from him.
“You really do flush this beautifully everywhere.”
His fingers reached out, running over her folds, up and down in a teasing movement, increasing pressing at the nub of her which had her bucking her hips.
She kept a hand over her mouth as she knew she was likely to cry out if he wanted to keep teasing her the way he was.
