Page 55 of Married to the Forbidden Duke
“Is that… good?”
“Yes. Yes, it’s a very good thing.” He brought his fingers back up her body, tracing them wet around the hard bud of her nipple, then licking her fluids off her skin. The sight was so unexpectedly arousing, she pressed her sticky thighs together.
“You are a goddess…” he breathed, husky again, and applied himself to her other breast as his hand delved back down lower.
She had not experimented on herself—properyoung ladies did no such thing—and so every slide of his fingers was a surprise. There was one part in particular that he found, tracing circlesinto her slick flesh until she writhed, the pressure building in her lower belly, all light and heat.
“Please,” she babbled, not knowing what she begged for, hating that she was begging for him, but knowing she could not help herself. “Please, Frederick... I need to—you must—don’t stop... If you stop, I will never forgive you. Never, never...”
He chuckled as he kissed back up to her mouth again. “I love it when you talk,” he murmured against her lips. “What will you do if I stop now?”
The pleasure wound tighter. She was a firework, a lit fuse, seconds away from combusting entirely. She would explode into a thousand pieces. She would burn brighter than the sun, so long as he didn’t stop what he was doing with those wonderful, magical, clever fingers of his.
“Frederick,” she moaned.
“What will you do, kitten?” He kissed her cheek in such a soft, tender gesture, but then he pinched her nipple, and the pleasure surged beyond measure. Yet she never quite fell off the brink. Something kept her tethered there.
“I’ll kill you,” she moaned, and he laughed, tipping his head back.
“I should have known that would be the first punishment you chose.” His teeth scraped her skin, and she panted, so close. Soveryclose. “But just think, my sweet—you can do this to me, too... You can make me squirm. Bring me to my knees.” His voice darkened with desire. “I should very like to be on my knees before you.”
The idea of Frederick on his knees sent her bursting toward the edge. As though he felt the burgeoning tension in her body, he slowed his fingers, and she cried out in frustration.
“Why are you doing this?” she whined.
“Denial makes the eventual reward all the sweeter... Do you not think I know all about what it is to want something, to be denied it, and then for it finally to be granted?”
He moved, and she realized he was pressing his hips into the bed as though to relieve an ache there. She could imagine how he felt, and wondered at his lack of urgency.
Or rather, his self-control in denying himself when she could not stand being denied even these few times.
“Do you want to come?” he demanded, and she nodded vigorously.
“Yes, make me—please…”
“Say it. Say ‘I want to come’.”
“Frederick…” she moaned.
“Say it and I’ll make it happen, sweetheart.”
Shehatedhim. Shewantedhim. She never wanted him to stop what he was doing, because even though she did want to—well,that—more than anything, with every denial he gave her, the more the tension inside her racked up, until she wanted to weep at the intensity of it. Just as she’d predicted, he knew her body better than she ever did.
And he had offered her something in exchange—the chance to do this to him in return.
He had seen her desire for control, and despite requesting she yield for this, he was giving her the chance to take back control in a visceral way next.
“I hate you…” she mumbled, gasping as he slid a finger inside. Just one, but it already felt as though he was penetrating her with too much. She had the sensation of being filled—of perhaps even beingtoofull—and he made a guttural noise at feeling it.
“So tight,” he groaned, the words a praise although she didn’t understand why. “You are going to feel so perfect around my cock.”
She couldn’t help it—she blushed. Even with his finger inside her, with his thumb slowly rubbing across the place she neededhim the most, the coarseness of his word made her almost embarrassed.
He nuzzled into the side of her face. “It’s all right,” he murmured. “Let go. This is a safe space. Relax.”
“Make me come.” The words burst out of her in an order rather than a request. For a heartbeat, his fingers stilled, but then they started up with more purpose.
“As my lady wishes,” he murmured, and with devastating ease, he tipped her over the edge into blinding pleasure.
