Page 76 of The Duke of Seduction
His lips and tongue teased her nipple, lightly licking and sucking then drawing hard on her flesh. She clasped his head and schooled herself not to rip his hair out. She could hardly stand it as need built inside her.
She didn’t know how long he attended to her breasts, but with each lick and suck, her hips rotated and she began to rise up off the chaise. She wanted his hand back between her legs. Or better yet, his cock.
But he did neither. Instead, his mouth trailed down her abdomen, and she tensed, wondering what he intended. Unfortunately, she had to wait as he removed her half boots. She grew impatient, contemplating how long it might take him to peel away her stockings, but he surprised her by not doing so.
He clasped her knees and dragged her down the chaise, kneeling at the end. His fingers stroked briefly along her flesh before his lips were on her. His kiss was light, grazing over her curls. Embarrassment flamed through her, and she partially sat up.
“Beck, this can’t be—”
“My favorite thing. I promise you. I’ve wanted to taste you here for so long. Let me, Lavinia, please.” He looked up the length of her body into her eyes, and she was completely lost.
Her shame faded in the face of his stark desire—a desire she felt too. Willing herself to relax, she lay back. His kiss was gentle again, just his lips against her as his fingers teased her folds. Then he slid inside her as he lightly suckled that place at the top where he’d touched her the other day. A shocking burst of lust shot through her, and she bucked up off the chaise.
He pressed his hand on her pelvis and held her down as he licked along her crease. The sensation of his tongue against her gave her another jolt, but he didn’t let her move. He pinned her down, captive to his mouth. And oh, the things he did with it.
Lavinia never could have imagined such pleasure. What he’d done the other day had possessed her mind and body so completely that she never thought she’d find its equal. But this was somehow better. His favorite, he’d said. God, it was becoming her favorite too.
Tension built in her muscles as his fingers slid into her channel, and he sucked on her flesh. Lights danced behind her eyes as she cast her head back against the chaise.
He took his hand from her pelvis and clasped her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders as he buried his tongue deep inside her. Her orgasm exploded through her body, tightening everything as wave after wave of ecstasy enveloped her. She cried out mindlessly, her legs quivering as he held her through the storm.
Slowly, she came back to herself and started to cringe. She was spread so wantonly before him… And why shouldn’t she be? She was to be his wife. And yet, she felt so exposed. Perhaps because he was still almost entirely clothed.
He sat back on his heels and looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with male satisfaction and lust. She propped herself up on her elbows. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
“I can’t go talk to your father naked.”
She flicked a glance down toward her spent body. “You think I can?”
His lips spread in a wicked grin. “No, but I do enjoy you like this. You have the most magnificent breasts.” He prowled up her body and cupped one, taking the nipple into his mouth. Desire poured through her again, as if she hadn’t just been swept away.
She pulled him down between her legs, and he groaned against her flesh.
“Lavinia, we should go.”
“This is twice now that you’ve given me pleasure, and I haven’t had a chance to reciprocate.”
He lifted his head and peered down at her. “Do you have the slightest idea what to do?”
She pursed her lips. “Given what I just did and your response, I’d say I have at least aslightidea. And that was nothing. Perhaps if I remove your clothing…” She plucked at the buttons of his waistcoat, and in her haste, one went flying. She followed its trajectory, then looked up at him with an apologetic smile as she pushed the garment from his shoulders. “Sorry.”
His gaze darkened, and he put a knee down between her legs to brace himself while he pulled his shirt over his head. “You want me, Lavinia?”
She stared up at his chest and ran her palms over his heated flesh. “Oh yes.”
“Then take me.”
