Page 39 of Disguised Desires of a Scarred Duke
“I am tired of rules meant only to snuff out the fire inside of me. And my father raised me to think and feel for myself. I chooseyou, Captain. Only you.”
William closed his eyes and groaned as Eleanor combed her fingers through his wavy black hair. He tried to hold back his longing for her, but the forces of nature were pulling him down, down, down into the addictive heat of desire.
He stroked Eleanor’s beautiful face and gazed at her like he never wanted to forget the moment that she offered herself against all the rules of high society. Her independence was incredibly arousing, as was everything else about her.
“My Elle. You are safe here with me. And more wanted than you could possibly know.” William kissed Eleanor softly at first, then tested her willingness by gently probing her sweet lips with his tongue.
When she returned his kiss with even more intensity, he moved his hands from her face to slide her skirts back up to above her knees. Her other stocking was removed in an instant, and then the duke took his time gliding her satin dress up over her head.
While still on his knees in front of her, Eleanor pulled him back in for another kiss as he unfastened her petticoat at the back with his arms wrapped around her waist.
“I have dreamt of this many times,” Eleanor whispered into his ear. “You are the powerful pirate of my fantasies. A brave man hardened by life at the sea.”
William claimed her mouth once more, then stood and lifted her into his arms to carry her to the bed.
“The sea isn’t what hardens me now, my Elle. That credit belongs to you.”
She felt so good in his arms again since that day they met, and he’d carried her to a bench to assess her wounded ankle. Eleanor had pulled back then when he’d stroked her skin. But she didn’t retreat from him now.
Her arms encircled his neck until she rested against the pillows, still in her petticoat. With the fabric released from its binding at the back, her neckline collapsed just enough to reveal the tops of her bountiful breasts just above the peaks he so longed to see.
William stood before Eleanor at the side of the bed and undressed piece by piece. Feeling her eyes on him as he peeled away his black waistcoat and white muslin shirt made his erection strain against the restraint of his cotton breeches.
“Are you quite sure about this, m’lady?” William said through quickened breath.
“Please, Anthony,” Eleanor replied, then opened her arms to accept him.
The duke pressed a hand to his engorged groin for a few seconds to keep from releasing his lust at the mere sound of her want for him. Then he worked his remaining buttons free and let his breeches fall.
Eleanor gasped and stared wide-eyed at his naked body. “Oh, Anthony. You are magnificent. I’ve never … I’ve neverseena man before.”
“I want to see you, Elle. Show me.”
The incredible woman in his bed and his heart sat up on her knees, then boldly pulled her petticoat over and away from her body.
William drew in another breath deep into his chest and drank her in. Her lovely nakedness was new but also surprisingly familiar. It made his hunger to touch her grow more urgent by the second.
She seemed so relaxed and unafraid, which helped him try to feel the same. It took away any worry that he was somehow stealing something from Elle by being with her in the most intimate way a couple could.
William held Elle’s hand and kissed it. Then he climbed into the bed as she laid back against the pillows.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he pressed his body down over hers. “And I am the luckiest man alive.”
Chapter 16
Eleanor loved feeling Anthony’s warmth on top of her as their bodies connected as one. She’d never been so grateful for summer heat and the sultry symptoms it caused, like the lubrication of wet skin on wet skin.
Anthony’s supple mouth was all over her chest. He seemed to be learning the shape of her by tracing it with his tongue.
When he reached one of her nipples, he sucked it deep between his lips as the sweat from his brow dripped onto her breast.
Eleanor moaned and basked in the incredible sensations of her favourite man tasting her, pleasing her, and teaching her the ways of lovemaking, one tantalizing touch at a time.
As she whispered his name, Anthony gave as much attention to her other nipple as he had the first. He licked and kissed her thick and stiffened tip until her puckered skin became incredibly sensitive. It was so addictive that Eleanor wrapped her legs around Anthony’s waist to keep herself anchored to his body through the vibrations growing in strength at the source of her arousal.
She gasped as Anthony kissed his way back up her chest and probed the tip of his sex between the swollen lips of hers.
“Please don’t stop. I feel like I’m flying!”
