Page 57 of My Dangerous Duke

Epilogue

“This is not where I thought you were going with this,” Eleanor stated.

Xander chuckled as Eleanor’s look of excitement faded into one of confusion as he led her not to the bedroom, but to the dining room. It was late, he knew, but after setting Richard’s letters on fire, a sense of freedom had washed over him, and he was inspired to celebrate.

“I noticed that you did not get to eat dessert at Penny and Rhysand’s party before we departed.”

He leaned casually against the wall as he nodded toward the dining room door. Eleanor perked an eyebrow and shrugged.

“It is not an issue,” she replied, then smiled wickedly, “And since when do you care about dessert?”

Xander pushed himself away from the wall and took Eleanor into his arms. He kissed her deeply, using his tongue to part her lips and claim a deep possession.

“You will see,” he whispered into their kiss.

He then bit her bottom lip, making her whimper, and unwound one of his arms to open the dining room door. The usual servants who waited to serve their food were gone, but the long dining table was laden with desserts of all kinds.

“Where are the servants?” She asked, taking in the scrumptious treats.

“While you are having your dessert I am going to have mine,” Xander replied, loosening the ties of her dress.

“What are you talking about? You never have dessert…”

Eleanor let out a soft, breathy sigh as he pulled her gown down over her arms, and kissed her neck. He wanted to ravish her, to let the pent-up feral desire pounding inside of him out in the savage way it wanted to- and he would. But first, he was going to take his time.

“Pick one,” he commanded, loosening her corset next.

“W-what?” She breathed, turning to look back at him.

Xander’s fingers gently grasped her jaw and he turned her head back to the table, then kissed her ear. He then returned to her corset and he finished his work. With a tug, he pulled it and the rest of her clothes away; leaving her standing gorgeously bare before him. Xander’s cock strained against his breeches as he trailed his fingertips down the delicate curve of her spine. Pleasure filled him as she responded immediately to his touch, dipping toward him at the slightest pressure.

“Pick one,” he repeated. “Or shall I pick one for you?”

Eleanor gasped as his hands slipped around her hips and down to her small thatch of curls, touching the delicate bundle of nerves there ever so delicately. Her body trembled against his as she first squirmed then spread her legs; a silent plea for more.

“How am I to think when you do this?” She whimpered, leaning into him heavily.

Xander chuckled as he took on her weight easily. With no effort at all, he then scooped her into his arms to carry her to the head of the table. With care, he laid her against the hard, shining surface, positioning her so that her backside was right up to the edge of the table. Xander then kissed her deeply and moved her hands above her head, laying her wrists over one another.

When he was sure she would not move them, he rose back up, and with a delicate touch, ran his fingertips over her. He started with her palms, stroking each sensitive center and tracing her lifelines. Then he traced down her wrists, her forearms, and underarms with the same gentle touch. Light. Teasing.Promising.

“I shall pick then,” he told her, moving to her breasts.

Eleanor’s eyes fluttered shut as he brushed the sensitive underside of her left breast, and in recourse, he delivered a light slap to her taut nipple. She gasped and writhed as she opened her eyes, and Xander tisked his tongue as he shook his head.

“Eyes open, Honey,” he commanded, going back to his softer touch. “I want to see your eyes at all times tonight.”

He enveloped her breast with his mouth, lapping the sting away with his tongue, and Eleanor relaxed back into the table with a soft sigh. Looking up again, he was greatly pleased to see thatnot only were his wife’s eyes open, but she was looking directly at him. Her golden honey orbs were full of warmth and need, and he felt flooded with love and passion as he saw them.

His fingertips continued their slow exploration then, trailing down the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. He traced over her navel; unable to help himself, and leaned down and dipped his tongue into the tiny indentation. Eleanor whimpered at this but stayed still. He continued, moving down until he had one hand holding her ankle and the other cupping her already damp sex. He moved his fingers against her lips in a stroking fashion, and when they parted for him like pink flower petals, he slowly thrust his middle finger into her tight, wet sheath. Warmth and softness wrapped around his finger and he let loose a groan as she whispered and squirmed again.

With effort, he pulled himself away from her, told her to stay still, and went to choose Eleanor’s dessert. It did not take long for him to decide, and he grinned wickedly as he picked it up from its silver tray. It was a pastry, oblong and similar to a small baguette. It dripped with a thick, creamy glaze that smelled sweet and rich. At the tip of the pastry was a small hole that was bursting with vanilla cream.Perfect.

“Lean up on your elbows,” Xander instructed, moving back between her legs at the end of the table.

Eleanor did as she was told, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Now take this.”

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