Page 64 of The Duke of her Dreams

She writhed against him as he flicked her nipples before placing his tongue on her. A moan escaped her lips, followed by a gasp, and then soft silent screams of desire.

“I love you,” he said. “Always and forever.”

“I love you too,” Helen replied, cupping his face in her palms.

Soon, they were on the sheets and swaying to the rhythms of pleasure like pagans. Helen moaned as his mouth went down on her sex, his finger rubbing her sensitive place. She let out wordless screams with her eyes shut in passion. Helen always imagined what it felt like in the books she read, but this was different. Filled with heat and arousal, an overwhelming need that was almost driving her insane. She melted into the eiderdown with every movement of Theodore's mouth, her lashes fluttering. Helen grabbed fistfuls of the silk sheets, moaning and gasping.

He could feel her coming close to her climax from the way her body danced against his. While he wanted to be inside of her when she came, Theodore pulled her thighs closer to cradle his face, loving the way her body moved carnally. He looked to her shimmering eyes as she gazed down at him. He was enthralled by the darkness in her eyes, the pale blue turning almost black with lust.

When he was beside her, Helen kissed him once again. Her lips crashed into his with a ferocity that made him moan. His lips parted softly, and she took the chance to slide her tongue into his mouth. She ran her hands all over him: the strong lines of his face, his dark lashes against pale skin, the faint stubble on his chin. Blood roared in her ears and everything faded out of view. They were light and dark, roiling and spinning while trying to find balance.

Theodore melted against her like hot metal against butter. She tasted sweet — like champagne and apples. She reached for his sex, and he shook, his muscles tightening against her. Helen moistened her hand with her tongue, and cupped his full length in her hand. He was warm as her hand moved expertly over him, sating his desires slowly. Theodore moaned as her hand quickened. His knees jerked as Helen moved, and his body spasmed under her touch.

Helen’s body tingled with want and affection as she gazed at him. She pulled him closer, cradling his torso and feeling him thrum against her. It burned a passion in her heart, making the sparks inside her explode into a wildfire.

He began to kiss her body again, showering her body with love. From the nape of her neck to the swell of her breasts and down to her thighs. Their bodies were slick with heat, sweat, and a raging desire for one another. Theodore slowly eased himself over her, and he worked himself into her.

The air suddenly felt alive, a moan escaping Helen’s lips. She felt him inside of her, throbbing and thrusting. Their need dictated the speed, but every movement sent waves of pleasure through her, so titillating that she shook. She continued to moan as his tempo increased, her hips undulating to receive him. Helen could feel his heart against hers, both thundering into one.

The feeling Theodore felt sent beams of light through his eyelids. It felt surreal — every push and how she met him halfway with heat. They became one — hard and soft going at one another with passion, love and lust as they neared their climaxes.

With a groan from Theodore and a gasp from Helen, they both reached the precipice. Helen was burning up from the inside out, and Theodore’s lips parted wordlessly in a moment of pure ecstasy. They shuddered, covered with sweat and light-headed from climax.

Theodore collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. Helen wrapped her hand around his sweaty torso, looking into his clouded eyes.

“I love you, Theo,” she said.

But Theodore had already slipped into a sleep filled with dreams — of his beautiful wife and the years to come.

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