Page 63 of The Duke of Lies
He spent a moment teasing her flesh, pressing his fingers to her opening and then driving inside. She clutched his shoulders as her legs threatened to give out. He seemed to understand, for he lifted her onto the bed, then climbed on beside her.
His hand returned to her sex as he leaned over and licked at her nipple. “Have you been kissed here before?” He slid his fingers over her folds. “I suspect not, but I don’t want to assume.”
“No. I never even thought of that.” Which was perhaps silly since Rufus had required her to put her mouth on his sex—something she’d detested doing.
“Nor did your worthless husband, apparently. I, however, am not worthless, and when we are not in such a hurry to find our release, I will show you how pleasurable that can be.”
The thought of his mouth and his tongue on her sex was simultaneously horrifying and arousing. And, shockingly, she thought she might like taking Kit’s cock into her mouth.
He laughed softly against her breast as his fingers delved inside her. “I can see that idea excites you. You’re even wetter now.”
Kit rolled on top of her. “Part your legs.”
She moved beneath him, doing as he commanded, and waited breathlessly for his invasion.
“Guide me, Verity,” he said huskily. “Take my cock and put it inside you. Go as slow or as fast as you like.”
His words aroused her even more, spinning her desire to an even greater height. She took his flesh in her hand and opened her thighs to receive him. His tip nudged her opening, and the start of ecstasy already flooded her body.
She pulled him farther, lifting off the bed to meet him. But it was still too slow. “I need you to—” She wasn’t sure. “Move.”
“Like this?” He speared into her in one deft thrust, filling her so completely that she saw lights behind her eyelids after she squeezed them shut.
She clasped his backside, feeling the clench of his muscles and the velvet smoothness of his skin. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please.”
Bracing one hand near her head, he put the other on her hip, clutching her as he withdrew, then pushed forward again. “Lift your legs.” He guided her to show her what he meant.
He slid even deeper, touching something deep inside that made her want to weep with the pleasure of it. She held him tight as he drove into her, hard and sure, over and over. Pressing her heels into his backside, she arched up to meet his thrusts, crying out as the friction sent her deeper and deeper into dark, passionate need.
His fingers dug into her, then he lifted his hand to smooth a curl back from her face just before his lips claimed hers. He swallowed her cries as their movements grew more frenzied. The pleasure that had built before in her study was nothing compared to this. She felt tossed atop a cresting wave, or at least imagined how that would feel.
His teeth snagged her lip as he broke the kiss. “Come for me now, Verity.Come.”
She knew what that meant now and surrendered to the pleasure. Her muscles clenched around him, and he shouted as he thrust hard and deep. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She was mindless with joy and never wanted it to end.
Gradually, he slowed, kissing her softly as her world came back into a dull focus. She caressed his back, her legs relaxing around him. After a few moments, he withdrew from her and moved to her side.
“Now, I should go,” he murmured before dropping a kiss on her shoulder.
She turned her head to look at him. “I want you to stay.”
He stared at her, their eyes communicating in ways their mouths perhaps could not. Not yet, anyway. His lips curved up into that heart-stopping smile she’d come to adore. “If you insist.”
“I do.” She pulled back the coverlet and slipped into the bed, holding the bedclothes open for him to join her.
He did, sliding his body next to hers and gathering her against him. He kissed her hairline, her temple, her brow. “Sleep, my love.”
She did—and never more soundly.
Chapter 14
Light was just creepingbeneath the curtains on the windows as Kit awakened. It took him a moment to recall where he was—and why. He lay on his side with Verity nestled against him, her back pressed against his chest. She was warm and soft, and he smiled at the fortune he’d been dealt.
But it was so tenuous. His happiness faded a bit, which made him determined to hold on to what he’d found. Would she let him? It seemed they both wanted the same thing—to keep the family they’d become. And yet so many things stood in their way. They ought to go to London so that he could be officially declared the duke.
He tried to imagine what that would be like—balls and parties and clubs. Presumably, he was already a member. Hopefully, someone would know which one… He knew from the account books that Rufus hadn’t kept a house in London, but then he’d been duke for only a short time before he’d disappeared. The prior duke—Kit’s father—had leased one, according to the ledgers. That seemed an odd situation for a duke, but what did Kit know?
He inhaled the sweet violet fragrance of Verity’s hair. The braid was still intact, but several locks had come loose. He longed to unravel the mane and run his fingers through the silken strands.
