Page 64 of Her Ruse with the Rakish Duke
“Why?” Daphne asked.
“I will not subject an innocent woman to such terrible acts.” He answered with so much conviction she was shocked.
“You are not your father, Victor,” she reassured him.
“I cannot risk it,” he retorted. “I will devote the rest of my life to taking care of my mother. She bore the brunt of his maltreatment.”
“All the while pushing away people who may care about you,” Daphne said, her voice gentle but firm.
He gawked at her in surprise. She shook her head. “You do not fix your problems by running away or pushing those who care about you away, Victor.”
“And are you one of such people?” he asked, staring her deep in the eyes.
Her eyes widened guiltily. She bit her lip wondering if it were wise for her to admit she did or keep silent. If she admitted it, it would be her giving her heart away in preparation for another round of disappointment but if she kept silent…
“I—”
The words couldn’t leave her mouth as he captured her lips in a kiss, unlike any other they had shared and full of emotions he had kept hidden for so long — his pain, his longing…
She could tell this kiss was more.
His hands were frantic as they pulled her closer. He swiftly undid her stays and her dress slipped down her body. It didn’t take him long to remove all her undergarments too, leaving her naked before him.
Her hand moved toward the silk belt of his robe, but he gently pushed her hand away as he knelt on the floor and in between her legs.
“Let me worship you first,” he murmured with a dark, hungry gaze.
He barely gave her a warning before his head dove between her legs, nipping and kissing and sucking.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her with reverence and adoration. His lips found her most sensitive spots, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Daphne surrendered to the sensations, her fingers threading through his hair as she gave herself over to him completely.
Victor’s mouth worked wonders on her, his movements slow and deliberate, building her up until she was teetering on the edge of ecstasy. When she finally reached her peak, it was with a cry of pure bliss, her body trembling with release.
As she came down from the heights of her pleasure, she met Victor’s triumphant eyes and smiled. She quickly stood from the sofa and put out her hand for him.
“Let’s get a bit more comfortable,” she said.
Victor got to his feet, towering over her once more. She glanced down once, spotting his manhood straining through his breeches. Her mouth instantly watered.
“God, Daphne. I can’t say no when you look at me like that,” he breathed and put his hand in hers.
She smiled up at him and led them to his bed, guiding him to lie down first, her eyes never leaving his. Then, she climbed on top of him, her hips straddling his own.
Slowly, she untied his robe, revealing the ridges of his hard muscles. Her fingers trembled slightly as she ran her hands down his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin. Victor watched her, his breath hitching as she leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along his chest.
Then, she helped him take off his breeches, which he excitedly tossed to the side as his hard member sprang free.
He gasped the moment she took him in her mouth with a slow, sensual motion. His hands tangled in her hair, his head tipping back in surrender. Daphne felt his response, his growing need, and she took him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate — determined to drive him as wild with pleasure as he had done with her.
As she continued pleasuring him, she looked up through her lustful haze, her eyes meeting his. With each movement of her lips, she could see the raw intensity of his pleasure reflected in his eyes, his gaze dark and smoldering with desire.
Victor’s hands trembled as he reached out to caress her cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, his silent encouragement spurring her to greater heights of passion. “Yes… just like that, my dear. You are driving me to the brink of madness,” he murmured, his voice deep and laced with desire.
Driven by a fierce desire to please him, she intensified her movements, her tongue tracing tantalizing patterns along his length. With each stroke, she felt him grow harder beneath her touch, his breath growing ragged with the sheer intensity of his desire. “God, Daphne,” he groaned. “You feel divine. Do not stop. Please, do not stop.”
As she brought him closer and closer to the edge, Daphne could sense his release building, his muscles tensing with anticipation.
For a moment, their eyes locked and she felt her whole body shake as he caressed her face, “You are exquisite. Just like that. Take me over the edge, darling.”
