Page 41 of The Virgin Duchess

Swirling his tongue around the bud at the very tip of her, Frederick grinned, pride swelling as much as his need.

“All I want is to pleasure you, my sweet Charlotte.” He swept up her slit once more. “The way you fall apart for me is breathtaking.”

Her legs clamped down as he continued working her with his tongue. Charlotte’s movements became relentless twitches and swivels of her hips, her moans ceaseless and growing in intensity. She was on the brink of tumbling over that edge for him, and Frederick was agonizingly hungry for it.

“I’m…Oh, Frederick, I’m—Ugh!”

She surged around him, his nails digging into his scalp. Frederick only continued, now gliding his fingers up her thighs to her core so that they might draw out her pleasure all the more.

It was bliss to feel her succumb to the bliss so thoroughly, and Frederick nearly lost his mind at the feeling of her walls clamping down around his fingers. He was right on the edge himself, unable to keep his hips still, rubbing himself against the bed.

The shudders taking hold of Charlotte backed off some, but God as his witness, Frederick was not done with her. He wouldn’t leave. There was still so much more he could pull from her body. Frederick devoured her all the more, working her quickly back to the edge. When she shattered this time, Charlotte cried out, filling the room with her delightful sounds.

Her hands pulled at his face. “Frederick, Frederick, wait.”

He looked up at her, smirking. “What, darling? Don’t tell me you are already tired out.”

Peering down at him with heavy lids, Charlotte grinned, a light chuckle making her smile all the brighter.

“No, it’s not…no. I just…” She pulled herself up toward the head of the bed, coming to a seat. “I…can I do that for you?”

Frederick’s brows shot to his hairline, his jaw dropping. It took him several seconds before he managed to shake himself and respond.

“You want to…Charlotte, there is no pressure on you to return anything right now. I can be…patient.”

If he were honest with himself, though, Frederick knew that that patience was limited, and he would likely have to tend to himself once they separated.

“It’s not because of pressure.” Charlotte shook her head, her brow furrowing before she glanced down at the bed and then met his eyes once more with a small smile. “I want to.”

Lord in heaven. I shall not survive her.

Frederick cleared his throat, a half-chuckle escaping him before he sat next to her on the bed. “All right.”

It took her a moment, but then Charlotte was crawling over his leg to kneel between his thighs. His shaft ached, jumping against the fabric as she reached for the fall of his trousers. It was secured with two buttons, and as Charlotte freed them, his pulse was a procession of cannon blasts in his ears.

Her palm smoothed against him, and Frederick groaned, his head falling back against the headboard. Charlotte stroked him over the fabric, gathering her courage before she pulled away the fabric, hiding him from her. A tiny gasp escaped her, and he shot his attention to her. But the concern melted away immediately.

She looked down at him with wide eyes, her lips gently parted. “You’re…heavens.”

Frederick chuckled again, putting his hand on hers. “You still don’t have to?—”

But her movement cut off his words, and he watched as Charlotte leaned down, taking him in her hand before placing just the tip of her tongue against him. The moan he let out was a strangled cry for more. Heachedfor her with everything he had.

And Charlotte’s determination and bravery were impressive. As her tongue smoothed further against his flesh, she hummed low in appreciation, the sound buzzing through him marvelously.

She took him between her lips then, using her hand to further drive him mad. Charlotte glided it up and down as she sucked on the head, and Frederick gripped the sheets near his hips until his knuckles throbbed from the strain. But he would not hurry her or risk making Charlotte nervous.

“God, dearest, you’re…incredible.” Frederick’s voice was reverent, and he hoped that Charlotte took it as such, that she knew that he worshipped her with his entire being even as it was she who was going to such lengths to please him.

She didn’t relent, her caresses and touches taking Frederick up and out of his body into a land where all he could comprehend were the exquisite sensations pooling in his core, the closeness they shared sending his spirit into the sky. Charlotte was a quick study as well, learning what made him moan or jerk and repeating it over and over until he thought he might burst.

Taking him within the warm confines of her mouth, the smooth glide of her tongue across his flesh as her delicate fingers held him was a bliss Frederick had never known. While the basic situation might have been experienced in his past, nothing back then compared to what happened now. Charlotte was beyond all others, better, more…his.

You are in so very deep, you fool. What have you done?

But it was no use. Here in this space and out into the world, Frederick had begun to fall profoundly for his bride of convenience. Charlotte had wormed her way into his heart, aplace he’d long locked up and kept free of anything else aside from his zest for life and business.

Now, all that seemed frivolous. All of it was so utterly unimportant as Charlotte took his entire length down her throat, demanding more from his body to the point where he would empty his entire soul into her if she so demanded it.

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