Page 117 of His Duchess' Mischief

His hand trailed down her side, leaving tingles in its wake.

“What do you mean?” she breathed.

“What if I had not concealed us?” he asked, his hips rolling against her in a sinful rhythm. “What if I had bent you over the side of our box, exposed you, entered you, making the whole world watch as I claimed you?”

Something about that image made desire ripple through her like a wave, and he chuckled as his hand came to rest on her upper thigh.

“Do you know, Duchess, I think you would have enjoyed that.”

Alicia closed her eyes and let out a long moan as he pushed his finger inside her. His thumb rubbed the sensitive nub at the apex of her sex, and she let out a sharp cry.

He pushed in, circling his finger, his breathing quickening as he watched her.

“Tell me what you want, my love. I will always take care of you from this day onward.”

“I want you,” she whispered as a second finger joined the first.

Alicia trembled as he withdrew his fingers and pushed her legs up, exposing her to him. Then, she watched as he lowered his head between her legs.

“Then have me, Duchess. Body and soul.”

His tongue plunged into her, the wicked glide of it making her back arch off the mattress as she moaned and writhed beneath him, desperate for more.

He lapped at her flesh, groaning as his fingers dug into her thighs, leaving thin red marks in their wake. Alicia pictured finding them in the morning and begging him to leave fresh ones the following night.

I could do this every day. I want to feel him so bad that it hurts.

After what felt like hours, when she was fighting her peak with every swipe of his tongue, he finally drew back.

His glorious chest was already bared, but she lay panting in ecstasy as he began to unbutton his breeches. Smirking wantonly, he tugged off his boots and then pushed his drawers and breeches down to the floor.

Alicia’s eyes widened at the sight of his long, thick length. He stroked it, watching her with undisguised need.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked. She could do nothing but nod. “I would have you beg me, Duchess. All those weeks ago, when you told me you never would, I knew it was folly. You yearn for me, just as I have yearned for you all this time.”

Alicia closed her eyes and cried out as he lowered himself onto her, his length brushing against her, tempting her.

“Beg me,” he commanded.

Alicia writhed, her breasts brushing against his chest as he rubbed himself against her folds.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please. I want you.”

“Where do you want me?” he asked.

Alicia’s cheeks flamed. “Inside me.”

Seth let out a long breath. “With pleasure, Duchess.”

Seth felt as if his whole body was coming apart, flying in every direction, each new path filled with more desire than the last.

Alicia was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen.

And she is all mine.

He could hardly believe the journey they had traveled together, the sharp twists and turns along the way.

Seth knew he would have to process what had happened that evening at some point, but right now he was simply a vessel for his wife’s pleasure. He wanted to hear her come undone for him.

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