Page 33 of Three Nights with the Beastly Duke

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Lavinia had been sure she had been dreaming at first when she had felt Arthur’s body slide against hers. Even though they had only been together once, she had known, without needing to look, that it was him. It wasn’t just the way he felt, but the delicious, masculine scent that he gave off. It reminded her of hardwood being burned in the winter. When, even indoors, you could still catch notes of snow as it came down outside. It made her feel warm. Safe.

But then, when she felt Arthur’s tongue dance across her bare nipples, and her arms tightened around him, she knew it wasn’t a dream. Relief, happiness, and, most of all, arousal soared through her as she realized he had come back. She’d tried to speak, to tell him of her feelings, but when he had silenced her, it had only heightened her arousal.

At a certain age, Lavinia had taken it upon herself to learn how babies were made. After quickly studying her bible again once she had finished, she had concluded that while there was pleasure for the man, it could, at most, be a pleasant experience. Butthis.What Arthur was doing to her. This was not how babies were made.

And as he built her pleasure again, this time only by touching her breasts, she wondered what it was these dark pleasures were, and why no one ever wrote about them. This wasn’t sex, she knew. Yet… somehow, it wasdeeplysensual.

When she orgasmed for the first time that night, Lavinia felt a rush of pure bliss. She felt as if she were levitating in the air, weightless and free. But then, when Arthur kissed her, every part felt as if it were on fire again, needing him as she had all day.

She wanted to know where he’d been, why he’d left, why he had stayed away. But once again as she tried to speak, Arthur silenced her. And then, once again, her body responded erotically to his commands. Finally deciding to let herself think of such questions tomorrow, Lavinia let her body sink once more into the pleasure of Arthur’s skilled tongue.

Lavinia gasped and shivered in ecstasy as Arthur licked her lips and clitoris hungrily as if he’d craved her all day. She had no idea how, but he knew just where to push, where to caress, where to nip, to get her body to reach new heights of arousal. Deep inside, she could feel her womb clenching tightly, as if it craved to feel something, too. In reaction, she felt her insides throb with need, and she moaned desperately as she bucked her hips into his face.

Again. She needed her release again, the pleasure was building too much this time, too fast.

Lavinia attempted to grip Arthur’s shoulders in her desperation, but he immediately got hold of her wrists and pinned them down against the bed. A deep, rumbling chuckle came from his chest, and between licks, he asked, “What do you need, little one?”

Immediately, Lavinia felt her cheeks flame up as she was put on the spot. “I can’t,” she pleaded, not wanting to say it aloud.

“Yes, you can,” Arthur encouraged, his deep voice only arousing her even further.

God, how can he be talking and licking at the same time?

“Tell me.”

Lavinia whimpered again, trying to find the right words to describe the image of last night that was flashing in her mind.

“Your fingers,” she whispered meekly.

“Hmm?” he teased, nipping her clitoris.

Lavinia let out a yelp and blushed because she had to say it again. “Your fingers,” she said louder, her voice trembling.

Arthur stopped then, his head slowly rising from between her legs so that he could look up at her.

“Where do you want them?” he asked, his voice thick with need.

Lavinia licked her bottom lip and drew it into her mouth as she looked down at him. He had a look of raw, primal pleasure on his face, and his eyes almost seemed to glow in the darkness.

“Inside me,” she whispered, holding his gaze.

A slow, wolfish grin spread across Arthur’s face as they looked at one another, and he gently began to slide his middle finger between her tight, wet folds. Pleasure flooded her as he began to thrust his finger inside of her, crooking it so that it caressed a sensitive spot she never knew she had inside. Throwing her head back on the pillows, Lavinia moaned deeply and spread her legs wider.

As if satisfied by her reaction, Arthur dipped his head again, his tongue and lips working in time with the gentle, sure strokes of first one finger, then two. Soon, her head was spinning from the ecstasy of his touch, and when she came undone once again, her thighs clamped tightly around his head, and her body shuddered with such great violence that she almost rolled over onto her side.

Arthur let out a groan of pleasure as her orgasm rushed forth, and he replaced his fingers with his tongue as soon as she began to tremble. He suckled at her mons greedily, as if wanting to ensure he’d caught each drop, then wiped his mouth with his forearm before crawling up to lie beside her. As soon as he did, his large, muscular arms folded around her, and he pulled her close.

With her head to his chest, Lavinia could hear the rapid beating of his heart, the quickness of his breath. A sheen of perspiration had also formed on his chest, and she nuzzled closer so she could run her tongue across his skin. As she did so, she felt her mouth touch a smooth bump of flesh. In an instant, Arther was pulling her away. Not out of his arms, but moving her so that he could kiss her.

“Arthur, please,” she whispered between kisses. “Let us talk.”

“Later,” he promised, suckling on her bottom lip.

Lavinia wanted to say more, but as his hands began to massage her hair and backside, she let out a soft gasp and closed her eyes.

Nestled into his body, being massaged and sated, Lavinia quickly fell asleep, her need for conversation once more disappearing.

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