Page 75 of A Duke But No Gentleman
As if sensing her distress, Tristan was determined to distract her.He shifted lower until the backs of her legs rested on his shoulders.Parting the feminine folds, his mouth was pure magic as he kissed the inner sweetness of her vulva.
Imogene could not muffle her cry of surprise, and her shoulders lifted off the mattress.Her beautiful lover’s mouth was skilled and thorough as he teased the small fleshy knot and was rewarded with another raw moan of pleasure.Her thighs tightened as he used his fingers and tongue to send her body spiraling toward the blinding gratification she had only found in his arms.
“Again,” he rasped, nipping her inner thigh.“The taste of you is as intoxicating as a mulled wine.I want to drink deep, and keep drinking until I’m drunk on the taste of you.”
To prove it, his mouth descended again.Imogene glimpsed a mischievous grin on his lips as he anticipated her response.She found her release—a second and third time.Someone screamed, and to her embarrassment, she realized as she trembled from the lingering quakes that it was her.
Her duke raised his head and their gazes met.From his smug expression, he was quite pleased with himself.He was never going to let her live this down.
By her fifth release, she was panting and could barely move.
“No more,” she begged.“If your goal was to melt my bones, you have succeeded.I congratulate you on your devious scheme.If you continue, I will be unable to leave this bed on my own.”
Tristan had the audacity to laugh at her.Imogene offered him a weak smile.She could not begrudge his mischief, when he looked so happy and unfettered from the rage that had been burning in his eyes since he had found her in his mother’s bedchamber.
“You have deduced my wicked intentions,” he said, slowly rising to his feet.She laughed as he placed wet kisses on her stomach before crawling up the length of her body until they were face-to-face.“If I had my way, the nights without you in my bed would end this day.I consider it my duty to keep you boneless and satisfied.”
“Can a person die from too much pleasure?”she asked.
“My darling lady, give me some credit.I will never give you too much pleasure… you have my promise that you will always have just what you require,” he said, his eyes glowing with amusement and something she could not quite define.
Imogene had her answer a minute later.Her eyes flared as she felt the head of his manhood press against the nest of damp curls between her legs.Without any hesitation, she shifted her right leg so he could—there.
She was so drenched, Tristan slipped easily within her.He made a soft growling sound of approval as she felt her body stretch around his manhood.Before she could marvel at how perfectly they fit together, he began to move within her.Slowly, at first.His mouth closed over hers, and she could taste herself on his lips, She arched her back, savoring the feel of her erect nipples raking his chest.
“Christ, Imogene—I do not know if I can hold on.You feel—” He clenched his teeth as if he was in pain, and his pace quickened.
Imogene understood the wildness driving him.She wrapped her legs around his hips, and slightly lifted her hips, silently inviting him to not be gentle.His eyes widened in surprise, and she saw flashes of relief and approval cross his face.He clasped her by the hips, and began to thrust at such a frenzied pace that she understood at once that he had been holding back for her sake.
“Are you mine?”she gasped, amazed that the lethargy that had overtaken her was fading as she felt the fires he was building within her.
His eyes were glazed with lust and his expression was fierce when he uttered, “Aye, love.”Tristan thrust deeply.“Yours.”
Anyone walking past the bedchamber door would have overheard his strangled shout of elation as he surrendered to the blinding pleasure.Tristan tugged her hips closer and buried his face against her neck as his seed filled her in copious pumps.Imogene cradled him in her arms, and this time she let the tears flow.
When his breathing had calmed, Tristan lifted his head and was distressed at the sight of her tears.“You have been crying.”
“Tears of joy, Your Grace,” she said, smiling up at him.“Every time I think our lovemaking cannot be bested, you prove me wrong.”
He laughed, which caused his manhood to twitch deep within her.Sobering, he braced his weight on one arm as his other hand slipped lower until his palm covered her belly.“Has our love play disturbed my son?”
Imogene was not fooled by his casual tone.Tristan wanted to know if he had banished her fears.If a child had been conceived, the duke was the sire.He had no doubts.“Your son is fine, Your Grace.”
If she was wrong about her delicate condition, she was positive her days and nights in Tristan’s bed would swiftly remedy her error.
“Good.Do you have any objections to our announcing our betrothal tomorrow evening?”
A wave of shyness washed over her.It was ridiculous considering that she was naked in her lover’s bed.“Not a one.”
If Imogene resisted, she suspected Tristan would keep her in his bed until he seduced the correct answer from her lips.It was a pleasurable notion.However, she was too tired to fight him.“I am yours if you will have me.”
He gave her a roguish grin.“Oh, I will, darling.Again and again.”
Tristan spent the rest of the afternoon rewarding her for making the right decision.
Chapter Twenty-two
In a short time, Norgrave’s life had become positively domestic.
