Page 62 of The Duke's Second Bride
Christian kissed her again, even more deeply than before. He then pulled away to kneel between her legs. He pushed up the bottom of her shift, revealing all of her to his gaze.
All her previous shyness had vanished. Ava could not imagine feeling even the slightest bit embarrassed in front of his heated, hungry eyes.
He pressed kisses to each of her ankles, then to her calf, working his way up her legs. When he reached the top, he kissed the crease where her thigh met her hip.
“What are you doing?” Ava asked.
He looked at her, brow slightly furrowed, though whether it was from confusion or merely desire was difficult to tell.
“Your last husband never touched you here?”
“N-no. Not the way you are now,” she admitted.
A devilishly handsome grin appeared across his face. He shook his head with a chuckle of his own.
“What a waste,” he said.
Before she could ask him what he meant by that, he bent back down and licked a hot, wet streak up her center.
Ava gasped, letting her torso and head fall back against the pillows. It was such an unexpected action, but her surprise was instantly outweighed by the sheer strength of pleasure it brought her.
He continued to torment her with further licks and kisses, eliciting pleasure from her that she had previously not thought possible.
“Oh … Christian,” she sighed.
He seemed pleased to hear his name, if his answering moan was any indication. The sound was low, nearly a growl, and it reverberated through her where his mouth was pressed to her most secret and sensitive parts.
He was incredibly attentive to each of her responses. Whenever she let out a whimper or a moan, he repeated the action that had elicited it until she was practically arching off the bed in pleasure.
The heat and pleasure mounted, accompanied by a tightening sensation in her lower abdomen. Her hips bucked upwards of their own accord. Christian seemed to sense she was nearing the edge of some precipice, and redoubled his efforts.
Finally, the sensations converged into one moment of pleasure so intense that it was akin to a kind of pain. The tension in her abdomen snapped like a whip, and waves of contractions rippled through her body, accompanied by a symphony of moans.
Christian barely gave her a moment’s reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure. As she continued to writhe beneath him, she nearly pulled away, so oversensitive was she after that phenomenal release. His hands tightened around her hips, holding her in place.
He continued to lick her through the last aftershocks, until she was once again clutching at his hair and pulling him closer into her.
“You taste … incredible,” he murmured, turning to kiss her thigh once more. “And the sounds you make … I will draw them from you, over and over, and I will worship you through every one.”
She exhaled, brushing back a stray curl from where sweat had stuck it to her forehead.
“I … That was …” she breathed.
He added a finger back, stroking gently at her entrance, now wet with the combination of her arousal and his mouth. When he pressed that finger into her aching core, she nearly arched off the bed.
“What?” he said, “You thought I was done with you? No, tonight, it’s all about you, wife.”
“What?” She sat up slightly to look down at him. His eyes gleamed intensely in the candlelight of his room, and his arm still between her thighs. “But you just—oh.”
He added another finger, and she allowed herself to fall back onto the pillows once more, giving in to the sea of ecstasy that was beginning to churn within her once more.
Ava woke up in an unfamiliar bed.
Christian’s, she realized after a moment. The sun streamed through the window.
A storm of emotions hit her in quick succession—first the sharp pang of recognition as she realized where she was, then a rush of heat at the memory of last night, only to be cut short by the hollow swell of disappointment when she saw the bed was empty.
She turned, and her gaze fell on a folded piece of paper resting neatly on the nightstand. Curiosity prickling her skin, she picked it up and carefully unfolded it, wondering what secrets it might hold.
