Page 74 of The Duke of Kisses
Surrendering to the darkness, he moved hard and fast, pushing her to the same edge upon which he barely balanced. And then he was lost.
Blood rushed to his cock as his release enveloped him, body and soul. He cast his head back and cried her name. He pumped into her as his body slowed. Her legs quivered around him, and he leaned down to kiss her again, his lips gently caressing hers.
A few, languorous moments later, he rolled to his side, his heartbeat still fast, his breathing still erratic. He inhaled deeply, thinking he’d never felt so good in his life.
Fanny curled into him, her hand splaying across his chest. “I should go before Mrs. Oglethorpe realizes I’m gone.”
“Stay—for a bit. I won’t let you fall asleep.”
She pushed on his chest and rose up onto her elbow.
He stared up into her eyes, stirringly luminescent in the flicker of the candlelight. “You are incredibly beautiful.” Her hair had come mostly loose from the braid, and he unraveled it the rest of the way, his fingers gliding through the silken red-gold strands.
She arched a brow at him. “How are you going to keep me from falling asleep?”
He chuckled. “Give me a moment, and I’ll show you.”
Her fingers trailed a circle over his chest. “You really don’t mind coming with me to the wedding tomorrow?”
“Not at all. It will be a lovely precursor to our own wedding.”
She smiled, but it faded into a pout. “That’s weeks from now. Are you certain we can’t pretend to be married as we travel south? Just for a few days? We can be Mr. and Mrs. Bird.”
He laughed, then pulled her down for a swift but heated kiss. “I adore your mind.”
“I adore many parts of you.” Her hand trailed over his nipple and then moved down along his abdomen.
He groaned. “My moment is nearly expired.”
She nodded. “Tell me, can I put my mouth on you the way you did with me?”
A frantic need pulsed through him, and he didn’t need a second, let alone a moment to recover. “Yes.”
She rotated her body and threw her leg over his as she slid down his side. “You’ll have to tell me what to do.”
“Fanny, something tells me you will do just fine all on your own.”
Unsurprisingly, she did.
