Page 71 of His Duchess' Mischief

“I am in earnest, Duchess. Let me read you a line or two.”

Alicia gasped as he pushed her onto the desk, throwing the book down beside her as his hands slid beneath her thighs. Within a moment, he pulled them apart and stepped between them, his eyes flashing.

He used his wide body to pin her to the desk, leaning down until her back was flat against it, her breath uneven and frantic as heat pooled between her legs.

She could feel his length pressing against her and could not help her moan.

The Duke placed the book on her stomach, open to a page, as she trembled beneath him and began to read.

“Matilda, in all the pomp of beauty, warm, tender and luxurious, clasped him to her bosom, and lavished upon him the most ardent caresses.”

Alicia shuddered.

“He returned them as eagerly, and already was on the point of satisfying his desires, when the faithless form disappeared, and left him.”

Alicia’s hands clutched at her gown as his fingers slid over her breasts, stroking them reverently as he set the book aside, grinding his hips against her in a wicked rhythm.

“Shall I leave you wanting, Duchess? Or will you let me have my fill?” he asked.

Alicia closed her eyes, the need within her rising to a fever pitch, and she could only nod, desperate for him to take her any way he wished.

Seth shuddered, his length so hard it was painful. He had not expected Alicia to find him here, and certainly not dressed as she was.

“I approve of this creation, Duchess,” he said, lowering himself over her and licking the swell of her breasts as she shuddered and moaned beneath him. “I would encourage you to make more. Or you could save yourself some time and simply wear nothing at all.”

With desire raging through his body, he could not hold back any longer, and he ripped at the garment as her sharp moan filled him with more need and desperation.

Her breasts sprang free, and he sucked on her nipples as she writhed beneath him, her back arching off the desk as his desire rose to a fever pitch.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worshiped her, his other hand moving lower, clutching the hem of her nightgown and pulling it up.

He stood back, looking down at her. She was the most exquisite thing he had ever seen.

“You are perfection itself,” he said sincerely, before pushing her nightgown upward, baring her to him.

She jolted against the desk, her legs open and needy below him as he met her gaze.

“Will you allow me this, Duchess? I will not take you tonight, but I would have you take your pleasure on me.”

Alicia nodded desperately, her breasts rising and falling in her agitation, and he groaned.

Seth lowered himself to his knees, pulling her toward him and pausing for a moment before he began to lap at her entrance, lavishing attention on the delicate nub as she trembled and thrashed beneath him.

She came apart for him, her thighs quivering violently as he thrust his tongue inside her.

Her fingers found his hair again and pulled him against her as she pulsed with mindless need.

Seth moved back to watch her as he thrust his thumb into that dark, perfect space. Her body surged upward, her mouth open in a silent scream as he pushed further into her, watching her breasts quiver.

Pulling back, he pressed one finger to her entrance, and Alicia looked down, staring as that finger slid inside her.

She closed her eyes, gripping the edge of the desk as her hips thrust upward repeatedly. Seth slid his finger to the knuckle, and her head fell back onto the desk.

“I want you to feel this, Duchess. Imagine it is my cock inside you, pleasuring you, driving you mad.”

Alicia shouted, the echo bouncing off the walls as he pushed a second finger inside her.

His own desire was painful now as he watched her crumble beneath him, her pleasure building, reaching its peak.

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