Page 141 of How to Love a Duke in Ten Days
Christ, her pleasure was the most beautiful sight on this entire fucking globe. If he never saw another exotic mountain vista, or volcanic eruption, or even the unparalleled paradise of shores both familiar and foreign. If he was cursed to stay in one place, forever in the dark, he would gladly do it if only to watch the graceful arch of her body as it locked in the throes of the bliss he could give her.
His own release pulsed into his cock, ready to rush into her, and he bit down on his tongue hard enough to make it bleed.Not yet.
Not until she begged him to stop.
Alexandra collapsed against her husband, curled around him, allowing the voluptuous pulses of liquid pleasure to drift away.
Awestruck and humbled, she marveled at the freedom and profundity of what she’d just experienced. What beauty she’d seen behind her eyelids as she’d come apart with hm inside of her. The dances of light and that electric enchantment that was part of him, part of what he did to her.
It took her only a few deep breaths to realize that he remained inside her, hard and hot as ever, his body still corded taut and features straining to remain civil, and rapidly losing the battle.
“You… you didn’t…”
Though his muscles built upon themselves beneath the weight of his self-possession, his hands were gentle as they took her face. “Are you through, Alexandra?” He forcedthe question through a straining throat before lowering his lips to her neck, sampling the salt and musk of her skin.
“What do you mean?”
“Let me spread you beneath me,” he requested tightly, lips drifting down her throat, and across her chest. “I need to see you. To see this.” He rocked once more into her still-quivering flesh. “I need to taste…” A hand lifted her breast, covering her nipple in the decadent, wet heat of his mouth.
The indecency of his request, along with his position, was enough to build a languid excitement within her loins.
“Yes,” she sighed, as he moved his attentions to her other breast.
Her eyes popped open as he withdrew, and she was suddenly on her back, her legs spread wide by the weight of his hands.
“My God,” he groaned. “You’re so pink and perfect.”
With an ice-blue glint in his eyes, he descended upon her, applying his tongue to her delicate flesh, flaying her open with long, flat licks until, miraculously, a new and insistent desire built within her womb. Once her hips began to lift from the bed, he concentrated his ministrations to the one place she knew would soon implode with a hot thrill of bliss.
And, once more, he pulled away just before she came, prowling up her body like the dark panther who’d stolen his beauty, or gifted it to him.
He slid into her with one fluid, beautifully deep motion, settling into another deliberate, controlled rhythm. His alert eyes searched her face, gauged her expressions.
She felt his hesitancy. His lingering restraint, and she brought her hands around his waist and lower, pressing him deeper.
“More,” she whispered, feeling him tense, seeing the question in his eyes. “More,” she repeated, lifting her hips to meet his.
His thrusts quickened, driving deeper, pressing her higher.
She loved this, the softness of the mattress at her back, the hardness of him on top of her. She felt safe. She felt… glorious. She found she could control the rhythm with her hips, lifting faster, harder, taking all of him inside, all his animalian ferocity, his noble grace.
The lust that drove him to the edge of his control.
He swelled inside of her, growing impossibly larger, finding a place within her body just as prone to pleasure as the little pearl without.
Pleasure gripped her once more, this time deeper than before, an all-encompassing pulsating riot of thrills tearing through her veins until even her fingers and toes were infused with the sparkling, shimmering whole of it.
It didn’t take her from herself. Not this time. She watched with fascinated awe as he followed her to that place. Gasping her name, groaning it, then roaring as liquid jets of his release bathed her womb.
He was the most beautiful like this, she thought. Helpless against pleasure, held in the heat and thrall of her body. His every sinew rippled with a bliss that seemed to match hers, perhaps even exceeded it as sumptuous shudders overtook his large frame before he finally gave one last, deep drive inside of her.
Rolling to the side in a controlled collapse, he brought her with him. Draping her over his chest and spreading her hair along his torso, unworried by their sweat-slicked skin or the leavings of their pleasure.
They breathed together in the silence, allowing the windto cool their bodies as they each took a moment to contemplate the cataclysmic enormity of what had just happened between them.
After a moment, chill bumps began to ripple along her skin. Redmayne kissed her shoulder and heaved himself off the bed, dipped a cloth in the basin of clean water, and returned to minister gently to her.
That accomplished, he gathered her beneath the blankets to face him on her side, creating a cocoon with his body before drugging her with lavish kisses.
