Page 64 of A Spinster for the Cold Duke

He realized that he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to taste her.

He sank to his knees before her, his eyes dark with worship as he looked up at her.

“Let me taste you,” he whispered. His hands were already pushing up her chemise as his lips trailed against the length of her legs.

They were soft against his tongue, and his nose was filled with the sweet scent of her want.

For him. She wantedhim. Right now.

He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thighs and held her gaze. “Hm?”

“Oh…” Her face was bright red. She was flushed all the way to her chest. The scarlet blush even teased the top of her breasts. “What are you…”

Henry smiled against her thigh before scraping his teeth along her skin. He felt her legs quiver as a fresh gust of her scent hit his nose.

He breathed in deeply, and his mouth watered. “Come on, darling. I remember those books you read at your club. You know precisely what I’m about to do to you.”

“But… You…” Her voice was trembling as she bit her lip.

“What?” He licked the sweat off her skin. “You should know the mechanics of this particular act.”

She huffed, her cheeks still flaming. “I… I do…B-but I thought you…”

“You thought wrong, darling.” A devious smile spread across his lips then, and he saw her eyes widen. “Be a good girl and let me ruin you with my mouth.”

She gasped, and he spread her thighs even wider. Her pink bud opened before his eyes, and her scent perfumed the air around him so much that he did not want to breathe in clean air any longer.

So, he dove right in, covering her with his mouth. His tongue snaked out as he took one slow, thorough lick up and down her slit.

“Oh my,” she moaned. He watched her head fall back against the wall as her juices started dripping down the side of his mouth.

The burst of her unique flavor on his tongue made his manhood pulse. He groaned against her wet, quivering flesh, desperate for more.

He pulled back for a beat to growl, “Look at me, Annabelle.” She opened her eyes to look at him. “Look at me while I taste you. I want to see your face when you fall apart. Just for me.”

She went slack-jawed, but her eyes stayed glued to him. A new rush of her juices flowed onto his tongue, dribbling down the sides of his mouth to run down his neck.

She was excited. Watching him pleasure her was arousing for them both.

“That’s a good girl. Eyes on me.” He groaned and dove into tonguing her in earnest, pushing his tongue into her center. His eyes rolled back at the feel of her inner walls contracting around his tongue.

“Yes! Oh God, yes…” She was moaning, uninhibited and wild.

And her hips—she was thrusting against his mouth, his jaw, his face. Wet. She was so wet that she was dripping all over him.

“Henry,” she moaned. Her hands tangled in his dark hair as he brought her higher and higher. “Oh, God, I?—”

And then, her body convulsed against his face, and her breath became ragged and sharp.

When she slumped, Henry’s strong hands were there to hold her up, even as his mouth continued its ministrations until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.

“Henry. Enough.Please.” She gasped and tugged his hair.

He pulled away reluctantly, kissing her soft thighs, and smiled up at her.

“So?” He asked as his tongue shot out to lick his lips. “Was that as good as you’ve read in your books?”

“I…I can’t feel my legs,” she complained, and Henry chuckled.

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