Page 88 of The Duke of Seduction
“How could I?” he asked with a wry tone that didn’t immediately soothe her. “First, I did meet with women…like this.” He exhaled softly. “Second, and most importantly, I’m not lying. This is far different from anything I’ve ever done or experienced.” He stroked her cheek, her jaw, and she could feel that his mouth was just a breath from hers. “Don’t you know how different you are, Lavinia? How precious and wonderful? I never loved any of them.”
Joy loosed inside her and spread. “You love me?”
“More than anything. More than music. More than words. More than my life.”
Nothing he said could have meant more to her. She felt very foolish for her jealousy. “I’m a petty woman, aren’t I?”
“You’re entitled to any emotion you feel—and I shall do my best to answer your concerns. But know this, Lavinia: I love you. Iloveyou.”
“Oh, Beck, I love you too.” Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest.
He kissed her again, more gently at first, then with increasing urgency as she moved her hand against him. His hand descended to her sex once more, and she tightened her grip around his cock.
He gasped, breaking the kiss, and she worried she’d hurt him. She loosened her hold. “I’m sorry. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You’re doing magnificently. Please don’t stop.”
She gripped him again. “That’s not too tight?”
“No,” he answered, the tightness of his voice giving her a moment’s pause until she realized that was how he tended to sound when he was aroused. And judging from the length and girth of his shaft at present, he was most definitely aroused. “Please move your hand.”
She slid her palm along him to the tip and then back down. “Like that?”
“Yes, please. Faster.”
Oh, he liked faster too. How lovely. She smiled to herself as she quickened her pace. He answered by teasing her folds and slipping a finger inside her. Desire blossomed into blatant lust, and she couldn’t help but move her hips forward, seeking more of him.
“Lavinia, put your foot on that shelf.”
“Which shelf?”
“Anyshelf.”
She lifted her foot and found one. The position opened her up to his touch, and he thrust two fingers into her, drawing a cry from her lips.
“Now take my cock from my clothing so I can get to you, please.”
“You’re being so polite,” she murmured, grasping his flesh and using her other hand to peel his clothes away.
“It’s taking a great deal of effort.” It sounded as though he was gritting his teeth. He tucked her skirt behind her leg so it was pinned between her thigh and the wall. Then he clasped her waist and lifted her slightly as he nestled himself between her legs. “Guide me into you, my love.”
She struggled to get him at just the right angle, but after several tries and a tweak of his hips, he penetrated her. Pleasure instantly washed over her, giving her the promise of ecstasy to come.
“Now hold on to me, no matter what.”
He trapped her against the wall with his body, lifting her as he drove deep inside her. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as her foot found another shelf. Her other foot sought a place to ground them, so he could work less at holding her up and focus more on thrusting into her. God, she needed him to move.
She braced her foot against the door, opening herself wider to him, then clutched his neck as he slammed into her. It wasn’t a slow build. She was thrown up to the pinnacle, where she floated for just a few moments, then ecstasy rushed through her, taking her higher still.
He kissed her, their lips and tongues fighting to cling together between their frantic breaths. Then he thrust particularly deep, and his entire body tightened. He groaned into her mouth, trying, she could tell, to stay as quiet as possible. She could only imagine what this must sound like outside their haven. So she didn’t.
After a few more strokes, she felt him relax—just slightly—as his body came back under control. She caressed his face and felt sweat along his brow.
He withdrew from her and eased her legs down until she was standing on the floor. “All right?”
She nodded, then realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes. A little wobbly.”
“Sorry. And a bit messy.” His tone held a shade of regret.
