Page 68 of The Duke of Lies
And then he stopped playing.
He gripped her hip and licked along her crease, and the addition of his tongue changed everything. What had been decadently wonderful was now darkly erotic, and the desire she felt became a deep and desperate lust for everything this man would give her.
She clutched at his head as he speared his tongue inside her. His thumb pressed and stroked her flesh while his fingertips dug deliciously into her backside.
Relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, driving into her while he sucked on that nub at the top of her sex. She cried out as a wave of ecstasy slammed into her, but she wasn’t ready for release. Not quite yet. Not when everything he was doing felt so good.
Alternating his mouth and fingers, he tormented her flesh, holding her hard and fast as her hips began to move. She felt utterly shameless, arching against his mouth and pleading for more.
He caressed her backside, urging her to move and working furiously to coax her release. Pleasure spiraled through her, moving up and pressing on her chest as her muscles began to contract. The control she barely held slipped and splintered, exploding in a torrent as she came around his fingers, his tongue bathing her heated flesh.
He rose and came over her. She slid her hands up around his neck, gliding her palms over his warm skin. He ducked his head down and kissed her, his mouth open and wet, his tongue seeking hers. She tasted herself and reveled in this new intimacy.
He pulled back, and she opened her eyes to find him staring down at her with that same intensity with which he’d looked up at her before. “Youaremy wife. In every way, Verity. I would fight for you at any cost.”
The declaration stole her breath, and emotion clogged her throat. Swallowing, she caressed his nape and drew his head down to hers. “You don’t have to fight—I’m yours.”
Chapter 15
Kit claimedher mouth once more, pouring his heart and his soul into their kiss. Now that there were no secrets between them, he felt freer than he had in ages. Maybe in his entire life.
Because love could do that, he realized. It could make you hurt and seethe one moment and fairly burst with joy the next. It was a tumult, and he wanted it every damn day of his life with her.
Her hand curled around his stiff cock, and he groaned into her mouth. His hips moved forward of their own accord, desperate to find her heat. She knew and guided him to her sheath. He slid inside, his shaft slickened by her wet channel.
He wanted to go slow, to savor their joining, but he couldn’t. He was too overwhelmed with emotion and need. He cupped the underside of her jaw, his fingers tucking behind her ear as he drew his mouth from hers.
“I can’t,” he rasped. “Can’t go slow.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and he saw his own desire reflected in their earthy depths. “Don’t.”
He gripped her firmly but with great care as he drove into her. She wrapped her legs around him and raked her nails down his back, never breaking the lock of their eyes. Her lids slitted, but she watched him with her lips parted.
He couldn’t look away. This moment between them was too powerful. “God, you feel so—” He couldn’t come up with an accurate word to describe everything he was experiencing.
Her hands clasped his backside as she arched her hips and met his thrusts. “Harder. Please. Faster. It’s just—” She interrupted herself with a low moan, and her eyelids fluttered.
Kit let himself go, slamming into her with strength and speed. Her muscles contracted around him, and he knew her orgasm was right there. He dragged his thumb over her lips and pushed it into her mouth, sliding the pad over her lower teeth.
She snagged his flesh then sucked on him as she bore down around his cock. She cried out, and he moved his hand back, cupping her nape as he came with astonishing force.
Kit pumped into her, and she rose up against him, their bodies moving in glorious concert as they crested the peak of pleasure together. He didn’t remember a more satisfying—or humbling—moment in his entire life.
They eventually slowed and came to a stop, their breaths coming in loud gasps before settling to near normal. He collapsed on top of her, but when he made to slide to the side, she clutched him against her. “Don’t move. Please.”
He dragged his lips across her forehead. “Move. Don’t move. You’re a bit of an autocrat.”
She gave him a saucy smile. “And don’t you forget it.”
He laughed against her temple. Her hair was loose, which she knew he loved. Had she left it that way on purpose? He hoped so.
Her fingertips traced circles on his lower back. “Now you can move. But not too far.”
With a low chuckle, he slid to her side. Grabbing two pillows, he stuffed them behind his head and scooted up to a partial sitting position. She nestled against his side and put her hand on his chest, again drawing circles over his flesh.
He brushed his lips across her forehead. “When did you know I wasn’t Rufus?”
“Almost immediately, I think. I didn’t know forcertain, but you were just too different. He was…barbarous, and I suspect you don’t have a cruel bone in your body.”
