Page 49 of His Scarred Duchess
All thoughts of propriety fled her mind as she melted into his embrace, her hands clutching at the lapels of his coat.
Edmund’s other hand skimmed down her side, coming to rest on her hip. He pulled her closer, practically lifting her onto his lap. Adeline could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the heat of him seeping through the layers of their clothing.
“Edmund,” she breathed as he trailed hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
She felt rather than heard his growl of approval at the use of his given name.
“Say my name again,” he demanded with that same growl, sending shivers down her spine.
“Edmund,” she breathed, unable to control herself when he spoke to her that way.
“Good girl,” he responded as his hand slid up her side, brushing against the side of her breast.
Even through her gown and corset, his touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Adeline arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Edmund’s kisses grew more insistent, his hands more exploratory. Adeline felt as though she were drowning in sensation, every touch, every caress igniting a fire within her she’d never known existed.
She grew bolder and grasped his bottom lip between her teeth. Her tongue tangled with his, causing a wave of heat to course through her. She twined her fingers in the small hairs at the nape of his neck and arched against him.
His lips traced a path along her scarred cheek, but she didn’t pull away. Then he nibbled on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
His hand pulled down the top of her dress, exposing a breast. Before she could utter a protest, his mouth captured her nipple, his tongue swirling around it. Pleasure cascaded through her. She closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders, surrendering to his touch.
With a groan, he shifted, and his hands slid down her hips to the hem of her gown. In one swift move, he lifted it, exposing her thighs to his hungry gaze.
“Mmm. So wet for me,” he said, licking his lips.
“What are you—oh!” she gasped as he slid down between her legs, his tongue parting her folds. Until it landed on the hard nub nestled between them.
She let out a small cry as he flicked his tongue against the center of her pleasure.
“What…” she breathed, shocked by the intensity of the sensation.
His tongue, skilled and eager, explored her folds, gliding over her sensitive skin. The sound of her soft moans, mingled with the rhythmic movement of his tongue, created a symphony of pleasure.
“Yes, moan for me, darling,” Edmund said between licks. “I want to hear how utterly lost you are in pleasure.”
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head upon hearing his words. How did he know exactly what to say?
Her legs began to shake, her whole body tensing up thanks to the passionate rhythm of his touch. He was pushing her higher and higher to a peak she had never climbed before. A peak from which she was about to plummet.
“Edmund, I-I… It’s too much,” she whimpered.
“Just let go, darling. I’ve got you,” he whispered and swiftly continued his ministrations.
And the moment he spoke those words, her body came undone, as if completely under his command. She cried out as a surge of cataclysmic pleasure coursed through her, making her toes curl in her slippers.
Her eyes fluttered open—she hadn’t even realized that she’d closed them—and she faced Edmund, who was kissing the inside of her thighs with a dark satisfaction glimmering in his eyes.
“That’s my good girl,” he told her and sat up to claim her lips again, giving her a taste of herself, of the otherworldly bliss she’d just experienced.
When he pulled away, he began fumbling with the fastenings of his breeches.
Adeline glanced down and saw something long and hard pressing against the fabric. In her years of spinsterhood, she’d read about men’s intimate parts, and this… this was evidence of his arousal.
She wondered if she could pleasure him as he had her by touching him. Or even taking him in her mouth…
As he unfastened the button, the carriage jolted to a stop. It groaned at the sudden motion, its wooden frame creaking in protest. Dust particles danced in the moonlight that streamed through the window.
