Page 55 of Taken By the Duke of Stone

"I do."

"Tell me then."

"No, I'll show you instead," and then he couldn't deny himself anymore. That first kiss felt like it had happened centuries ago, too damn long ago in his opinion.

He covered her mouth with his, swallowing the small gasp that escaped her mouth.

His hand tightened on her jaw, pulling her face closer and she went willingly, pressing into him, her small hands clutching at his arms.

Victor had never felt so out of control in his life. Right from a young age, he had known that his position would keep him in the public eye and so he had had to learn discipline. A man like him couldn't afford outbursts and giving in to his impulses.

This woman in his arms had destroyed all his previous resolve. Brought it crumbling to the ground with no effort whatsoever. He should never have touched her to start with, because now that he knew what she tasted like, he was always going to be hungry for more.

It would never be enough with her.

But that was a problem for future him. The him of the moment couldn't think, all the blood in his head had rushed southwards.

He grabbed her by her slim waist and hoisted her on top of the desk, never breaking the kiss. Spreading her legs, he stepped into the gap between them.

Still, it didn't feel like he was close enough.

His tongue licked across the seam of her mouth and she opened for him with a moan, allowing him to lick into her sweet mouth, to completely possess her. She tasted like the most perfect blend of wine, and he chased that taste with his tongue.

Lavinia kissed him back with no finesse, but somehow her untrained, eager mouth made him burn hotter than he had ever been in his life.

"Victor," she gasped as he dragged his lips down her jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses down to her neck and then the top of her exposed breasts.

"Oh," she cried as his hand began to slide up her leg, hiking her dress up till the red fabric was bunched above her knees.

His mouth pressed over the swell of her breasts before he grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled it down, her breasts spilling out of the gown.

She hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, gaze downcast.

"Let me see you, darling." He took her hand and gently pulled them away, "don't hide from me."

Her pupils were blown, her mouth red and swollen, face flushed and breasts tipped with stiff, pink nipples bared to him. She looked utterly delectable and nothing like the innocent that she was.

At that moment, with dress in disarray around her, she was a temptress, drawing him in with a force that no man could resist. Not even him.

He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a cry of pleasure, her back arching as she sucked her deep, his other hand cupping the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

"Victor. Oh God, Victor," she moaned.

He kissed her again, unable to get enough of the taste of her, while one hand trailed up the inside of her thighs, marveling at the feel of her silky soft skin. His touch caused a shiver to wrack through her.

And then he found the slit in her drawers, finding her wet and ready for him.

"Please," she made a mewling sound that disarmed whatever defenses he had left.

He cupped her between her legs, and she spread her legs further, allowing him more access to her. His fingers brushed through her folds, causing her to cry out, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Finally, he pushed one finger inside her tight, wet heat and they groaned into each other’s mouths.

His fingers slipped into her hair and he distantly heard the sound of something clattering to the table.

Lavinia began to rock her hips, chasing the sensation of fullness inside her. He pushed another finger into her, thrusting deep, while their kiss progressed to complete chaos.

Teeth clashing and nipping, mouths sloppy and feral.

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