Page 42 of The Duke's Lesson in Love

“It is my name I want to hear when you shatter on my tongue.” He nipped her inner thighs, and she jumped.

The reprieve did nothing to cool her senses. It had the opposite effect, heightening her nerve endings in anticipation. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her, and she arched her back, only to thrust her slick channel into his hungry mouth.

“Gill!” she panted, head rolling against the bed. She was close to something forbidden. Something so wanton, her legs trembled. Still, he did not slow his ministrations. She moaned his name again in a desperate attempt to…to…

Sensations erupted! They started with a burst of warmth in her toes, then moved to the tips of her breasts and settled where his tongue lapped her juices. Sadie screamed his name as she fell from the top of the mountain he had pushed her from.

Slowly, he kissed his way to her navel, then higher, enveloping each aching nipple into his mouth. As if starved for everything he offered, her nub contracted painfully as one release rolled into another. Her eyes widened, his name echoing on a cry of shock.

He fumbled between them, positioning himself at her entrance. The unmistakable press of his shaft made her gasp with delight. His gaze bore into hers as he slowly entered her, only stopping when she gasped again. With one taught hand, he held himself rigid above her.

Under layers of clothing, the strain of his muscles corded at her touch. A tick rippled in his jaw, and she ran her finger along taut flesh.

“Sadie,” he groaned, his voice strained with fierce tenderness, “Are you alright?”

Sadie wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, drawing him down for a kiss. She didn’t need tender emotion, her body craved movement. “Make me your wife.”

The fragile cord holding his restraint snapped. He thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt as his mouth slammed against hers. Gill captured her cry of rapture, releasing a mirrored moan of pleasure.

The walls clenching around his shaft fluttered, holding him captive. He was so deep, filling her with his girth.

Then, he was moving…no, ravishing her with long, powerful strokes that quickened her breath, her excitement. Each withdrawal left her empty only to have him tunnel into her silken haven again and again.

The over-sensitive beads of her breasts rubbed against the rough cotton of his shirt, sending delicious pleasure directly to the place they were joined.

“Cum with me, sweetheart.” He captured her mouth in a sweet kiss that contradicted the pistoning of his hips.

He claimed every part of her.

Heart.

Body and soul.

“God’s teeth, woman!” he thundered when her walls clasped him in a vise, taking them to the deep end of a river with rippling currents neither could swim away from. “Take me with you.”

She relished in his pillaging of her body, taking and giving pleasure until they were pulled under by a surge that unraveled them both.

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