Page 106 of A Night of Desire with a Duke
His mouth crushed hers before she could finish, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he rolled her beneath him. “Unfair tactics,” he murmured against her lips.
“All’s fair in love and marriage,” she breathed, her fingers slipping to the buttons of his shirt.
“Is it?” His mouth drifted to her throat, finding the sensitive place that always made her melt. “Then I should warn you—I’ve been thinking about this all evening.”
“About what?” Her voice trembled.
“About getting you alone. About taking off that very proper dress and finding the woman only I get to see.”
“She’s right here,” Catherine whispered, arching up into him, “and she’s been waiting for you.”
"I find myself in want of some...distraction."
"Oh?" Catherine arched an eyebrow teasingly as she settled herself next to him. "And pray tell, what sort of distraction did you have in mind?"
James leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. "The most delightful kind," he murmured suggestively. "Come to me, my dear, and allow me to worship you as the duchess you are."
A shiver raced down Catherine's spine at his provocative words. "You are most persuasive," she breathed, her pulse already quickening.
With a fluid grace, James shifted to cover her body with his own, his hands already roaming the curves beneath her gown. "I only speak the truth," he assured her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Catherine returned the kiss with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. She moaned softly as James's clever hands found the fastenings of her dress, deftly undoing them until the garment fell open.
"Eager, are we?" Catherine jested breathlessly as James's mouth trailed hot kisses down the column of her throat.
"For you? Always," James growled, his voice thick with desire. "Now be a good girl and remove your undergarments for me."
Catherine bit her lip, feeling a rush of heat pool between her thighs at his commanding tone. She obeyed, taking them off until she was bare before him.
"Exquisite," James murmured appreciatively, his gaze roving hungrily over her naked flesh. I want to admire your beauty from every angle."
A thrill of anticipation coursed through Catherine as she complied, presenting herself to James, and a needy whimper escaped her lips.
"Please," she begged, unashamed in her desire. "I need you."
"Patience, darling," James chided gently, his hands caressing the globes of her rear. "I will give you what you need...in time."
To Catherine's disappointment, James moved away then, leaving her feeling bereft and aching. A moment later, however, she heard the rustle of fabric and knew he had disrobed.
“You drive me crazy, you undo me and I want to be inside you all the time.”
Catherine pushed her body eagerly, needing to feel him fill her. "Then don't wait," she urged breathlessly. "Take me now, James.”
With a low groan, James sheathed himself within her in one powerful thrust. They both cried out at the exquisite sensation, bodies straining together in perfect union.
"Yes," Catherine hissed as James began to move within her, each thrust driving him deeper. "Harder! Faster!"
James complied with a feral snarl, pounding into her with wild abandon. The room filled with the lewd sounds of their coupling - flesh meeting flesh, grunts and moans of pleasure.
Catherine's climax approached like a summer storm, building until she could barely breathe. She felt the tension in James' body as well, his rhythm growing erratic.
"Catherine," he panted, his voice strained with impending release. "I love you."
"Always," she gasped out, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "My love, my everything!"
With a final, powerful drive, they both hurtled over the edge into ecstasy. James spilled his seed deep within her as Catherine clenched around him rhythmically, their bodies shaking with the force of their shared rapture.
As they collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, James pulled Catherine close and pressed a tender kiss to her brow. "My heart," he murmured softly.
