Page 80 of Claiming his Cursed Duchess
When she was close, she lost herself for a moment, allowing her hands to drop to his neck and trying to pull him in closer.
“No, no. That won’t do,” Adam said in a mock-scolding tone, and before she could react, he picked her up and tossed her gently onto the bed.
“Wha—” she protested, however, any and all words died swiftly on her tongue at the sight of him approaching, especially when he stripped off his shirt and breeches as he climbed up towards her.
He kissed his way across her stomach, worshipping her waist and hips with lips and tongue and strong, lustful hands before he moved down to continue teasing her thighs.
“You drove me wild tonight,” he growled against her skin. “Do you realize that?”
Her fingers tightened in his hair. “So did you,” She tugged, forcing him to look up at her, and a small smile rose to her lips. “I craved you too, Adam.”
Those deep, piercing blue eyes darkened further with unshakable hunger and lust.
In a quick movement, he hooked each of his arms under each of her legs, so that her legs were over his shoulders, knees bracketing his head.
“I should amend that immediately, then,” he said, before burying his face in her heat.
He licked up the center of her, eliciting a moan as she felt the drag of his tongue against her aching core. It was half lick and half kiss, hot and open-mouthed, and she found her fists curling in the sheets when he stopped just short of the sensitive nub at the top of her sex.
She tried to jerk her hips up into the movement, but with his arms around her legs and his hands gripping her thighs, he stopped the movement with ease.
“Where do you think you are going?” he said, pausing only briefly from his current task and she felt the words vibrate against her and echo all the way up her body.
“More,” she said breathlessly. “I needmore.”
“Oh, so now I am not allowed to tease you?” he chuckled against her, and she moaned again, louder than before.
“Please, please. Stop torturing me,” she said, snarky even as her voice shook from pleasure.
“Mmm, I rather like doing that,” he pressed a kiss to one thigh, and then the other, before licking her core again, “but I like spoiling you a lot more.”
Using every bit of those dexterous fingers and experienced tongue, he played upon her body with all the ease of a master musician playing the harp.
The sensations built within her. His mouth held fast on her. His fingers, moving and curling to hit every sensitive spot within her. His other hand, roamed her body, leaving a trail of hot explorative shivers in its wake.
He stopped at her breast, running a thumb across it to tease at her peaked nipple.
“Oh,” she moaned, and he held her hand, when she reached down in search of something to grab onto.
When she was so close to reaching her peak, she squeezed his hand tighter.
“Wait,” she said.
She almost hated herself for saying it, but there was something she wanted even more.
He raised his head. The sight of him in the candlelight, looking feral and almost as dazed as she felt, a slick smile cutting across that darkly handsome face, nearly brought her past the edge just to look at him.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said.
Still holding her gaze, he slipped two fingers inside her, pressing them once again at the spot that had her toes curling.
“I am inside you,” he said so matter-of-factly she wanted to smack him.
She shook her head, though her hips twitched with pleasure. Her thighs trembled with the effort of holding back her climax, after having been brought so close.
“You know what I meant,” she breathed out.
