Page 124 of Claimed By the Beastly Duke

Ava squirmed beneath him as he trailed wet kisses down to her mound and then back up, before blowing cold air on her skin.

She arched her back, giggling. “That tickles.”

Edwin moved back down to her mound and pressed a light kiss to it.

Memories of when he had made her climax with his mouth flooded her mind. Her body tingled, aching for him to drive her to that height of pleasure once again.

And so she was disappointed when his lips trailed further down to her thigh.

“What are you doing, Edwin?” she cried out in frustration.

He simply chuckled before kissing the crease between her thigh and mound.

Ava squirmed as her skin grew sensitive. She had never thought a simple touch to her thigh could arouse her so. But that was what Edwin did best—he showed her new ways to be pleasured.

He continued further down. However, the lower he went, the less sensitive she felt.

He seemed to have noticed because he brushed his lips over her inner thigh lightly. Ava’s hips bucked at the sensation.

Edwin moved to her other thigh and then began to trace his way back up to her mound. Ava closed her eyes in anticipation.

He started kissing around her sex, not quite letting his lips touch her bud or entrance, as though he was intentionally holding back.

She groaned in frustration.

His lips then grazed her bud, making her breath catch.

“Just do it already!” Ava pleaded, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over.

She could not take any more of his teasing.

Edwin lifted his head to look at her, a mischievous smile on his face. “Since you have asked so nicely,” he murmured, “I might as well oblige.”

He lowered his face to her sex again. Ever so slowly, his tongue licked from her entrance to her bud and then back, not lingering on one spot for too long. Her hips bucked, demanding more.

Edwin licked again from her entrance to her bud, and this time the tip of his tongue swirled briefly around the bundle of nerves.

The throbbing sensation intensified, and Ava ground her hips against his mouth, seeking more pressure. However, he pulled back and blew cold air on her sex.

Over and over again, he teased her until she lost count. The more he did it, however, the longer and faster his tongue circled her bud.

At what seemed the umpteenth time, Ava could no longer keep still. She breathed heavily as his tongue licked up to her bud again. This time, the tip of his tongue lingered on her bud, probing it just lightly to make her cry out.

Her hips and thighs tensed up as she anticipated his next move. Her heart sped up as his tongue lapped at her. Her bud grew even more sensitive and engorged, pulsing madly. She bucked her hips once again, but he pulled away, denying her the pleasure she desperately sought.

“Edwin!” she groaned, for what seemed like the hundredth time.

The next moment, however, he wrapped his lips around her bud and sucked.

A bolt of pleasure zapped to her core, and he had to hold her hips down to stop her from tumbling off the bed. He sucked ever so gently, but she kept thrashing about.

In the throes of pleasure, she released her hands and fisted them in the bedsheets. Edwin sucked on her again, this time slightly harder.

Ava felt her bud pulsate. The pleasure mounted, and she simply could not take it anymore. She feared that it had become far too intense for her. It scared her how quickly she was losing control.

As he continued to suck, he began massaging her bud with his tongue.

“Edwin, I cannot…”

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