Page 72 of Taken By the Duke of Stone

His mouth was hot on hers and she gasped at the first contact of mouth on mouth.

His tongue pressed insistently against the tight seams of her mouth and she readily opened for him, mewling when he deepened the kiss.

She clutched at him, trembling with the need to be possessed, so desperate for him that she couldn't have told you her own name.

He licked into her mouth, chasing her taste, unable to get enough of her addictive taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went up on her tiptoes, feeling something hard and insistent pressing against her stomach.

When he pulled away, she let out a sound of dismay, lips swollen and wet, eyes glassy with desire.

"Why did you stop?"

"I want to undress you, and then I want to look at you, worship you with my eyes."

"Victor."

"Do you know how long I've dreamed of this? Of having you here in my bedroom, completely at my mercy?" Even as he said the words, his hand was already reaching for her pinned up hair.

With excruciating slowness, he pulled out the pins from her hair, one after the other. Neither of them seemed to be breathing as he dug out each pin, and then finally her luscious brown hair fell down to her back in endless waves.

The Duke dragged his hand through her hair and then wrapped the length around his fists and tugged lightly.

A moan slipped out of her mouth unbidden and her lips parted. The way he looked at her should have been outlawed. It was a look of urgent hunger, a look that promised nothing good and yet everything good at the same time.

"Turn around," he whispered and without a second thought, she gave him her back.

His hand deftly began to undo the endless line of buttons on her back and in no time at all, he slipped the cap sleeves down her arms and the dress pooled to the ground. The Duke pushed her heavy hair over one shoulder and then dropped an open mouthed kiss against the exposed side of her neck.

Lavinia felt her eyes roll to the back of her head at the feel of his tongue peeking out to lap against her skin.

He undid her corset and it joined her dress on the floor too and then he spun her around to face him and his mouth brushed against hers. She couldn't take the torture anymore. There was a roaring furnace inside of her and she felt like she would soon combust and set the rest of the world on fire along with herself.

This time she was the one who deepened the kiss, who turned their careful exploration into an explosion.

The growl he let out informed her that the Duke didn't mind. His hands became urgent against her body, everywhere at once, touching and groping and clutching and soon, it wasn't nearly enough for him. He undid the lace tying the collar of her shift together and when it slid down, the fabric brushed over her pebbled nipples, making her gasp.

And then she was completely nude before him except for her stockings and shoes.

He pulled away to watch her and she pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her chest, feeling desirable and wanton as his dark eyes took her in. Every part that that molten gaze touched made her burn.

And then she watched him reach for the rope of his dressing gown and slip the material off his large shoulders.

"Oh," she stared unabashedly at his broad, hairy chest and the row of muscles that led down into his trousers.

She wasn't nearly ready when he stepped out of the trousers. The moonlight allowed her to see every inch of him. From his slender hips, to his muscled thighs to the thick length in between his legs.

"I want you, Lavinia. I want you like I have never wanted anything else in my life and I must have been out of my mind to think I would be able to keep my hands off you."

Lavinia didn't let the bout of sadness that his words caused to destroy the moment. It was too wonderful a moment to allow reality to intrude.

Wanting her was good, but it was not enough for her. She wanted the entirety of his affection and love and nothing else would do.

He reached for her and his mouth landed on the corner of her mouth, and then it slid down to the edge of her jaw. His large hands cupped her bottom and before she could feel shy about his hands on such an intimate part of her, he had lifted her into his arms and was carrying her across the room and into his bed.

He dropped her down into it carefully and he sat back on his heels between her legs to watch her.

"Please," she cried.

The Duke reached for her feet and slid off her slippers then tossed them over his shoulders. She felt over stimulated, achy on the inside and out and she wanted his hands, his mouth everywhere. His hot, large body covered hers and his mouth covered one nipple while his other one spread her legs further.

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