Page 62 of A Duchess to Unravel
“Please,” she whimpered, losing her fighting spirit.
Alistair wrenched his head away from her breasts and captured her mouth again, pulling her under a deep blanket of arousal with his kisses. He thrust his tongue in time with his hips, making her dizzy and unable to focus on her breath. Her hands trembling, she reached between them for the stays of his breeches, and her pleasure amplified when he did nothing to stop her.
When she finally sprang him free she gasped into his mouth, surprised to find the mushroomed tip of engorged manhoodlarge and wet in her palm. She swirled her fingertips around the edges, earning her another feral growl from Alistair’s throat, and then slid those fingertips over the center of his head. She found a small slit at the top, birthing drop after drop of hot liquid that quickly coated her fingers.
Feeling emboldened, Theo wrapped her dewy hand around his length, and squeezed down the length of it. Alistair’s body went more rigid than ever as his head fell back onto the chaise, and his mouth opened wide as he let out a guttural noise that sent her womb spasming. Thinking he must like it, she repeated the touch, and was rewarded with another throaty, desperate groan as Alistair’s hands tightened on her hips.
He’d never let her touch him before. Not like this, anyway, and it pleasured her greatly to see the erotic enjoyment that took over his handsome face. Wanting to explore more, she slid her fingers up to the ridge of his tip and swirled her nail ever so delicately around the rim. When she reached the underside of his long, heavily engorged manhood, she slid her fingertip down the vein she found there, and Alistair practically levitated into the air.
Words she did not understand tore from Alistair’s lips as she continued her exploration, and as if he could not take much more, he gripped the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his for another possessive kiss. The power she felt from her new discovery filled her with satisfaction, and she pushed herself away, ready to touch him again.
Alistair was quicker though, moving with surprising speed to flip her onto the chaise and bury his head beneath her skirts, makingit impossible for her to continue. She moved to combat the new position, but as Alistair’s thick tongue slid possessively over her mons, Theo lost all fight and melted into the chaise.
Her vision grew blurry and her head spun as Alistair’s wicked tongue took control of her, and in what felt like only seconds, Theo felt her release crashing throughout her entire body, making her fingers and toes curls tightly as she lashed her head back and forth against the chaise. She might have screamed, she was not sure, but if she had, it was cut off by Alistair’s hand clamping heavily over her mouth.
She was not sure how or when he’d moved from between her legs, but she felt his breath against her ear as he turned her on her side and pressed her backside into his manhood.
“I’m not done with you yet,” his deep, gravelly voice warned against her ear as his fingers took place of his tongue. “Not until ye promise me ye will obey me.”
Theo shivered with pleasure as he dragged his tongue up her neck, then bit down possessively as his fingers thrust inside of her. Her inner walls quivered and clamped down on him greedily, sending volts of pleasure sparking into her veins as he thrust rhythmically into her. He did so until he brought her to the edge of bliss again, her entire being trembling with need, and then woefully stopped.
She cried out in need against his hand, bucked against his wet fingertips that rested on her hips.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Theo,” his seductive tone laced with warning as he nipped at her ear. He slipped his hand back down to her mons, brushing his fingertips teasingly against her swollen clitoris.
“I promise,” she breathed, her words muffled by his hand.
He drew his hand from her mouth, tilting her chin back so he could kiss her until she was half-mad with need.
“Promise what?” He demanded. “Say the words.”
She whimpered, feeling her need turn against her as he drew her release out.
“I promise …” she gasped, fumbling to make a coherent sentence, “to obey you.”
“Your Grace.” Alistair commanded, his tone positively feral.
“I promise to obey, Your Grace!” Theo moaned, and her body shattered into bliss.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Oh, William,” Alistair sighed.
He shook his head in disgust, looked from the report Dominic had given him to the man before him. The second earl’s son was on his knees, hands bound, his head of dark brown hair bowed to the floor. He’d been easy enough to find. With the help of Ezra Fernside, who ran the most notorious gambling hell in London, Alistair had received word of his whereabouts only a day after Everett’s ball.
“I am so sorry, Your Grace,” William sobbed.
His sniffling disgusted Alistair immediately. He’d thought that a man who wrote such a threatening letter would have more fight, but the man before him had shown nothing but cowardice.
“You went to awful lengths to pay off your debts,” Alistair stated, walking a slow circle around him.
“That is why I was at the hell last evening,” William sobbed, “To pay some of what I owed. I thought perhaps that I would win entry again if I could prove I was able to pay.”
“And pray, how did you come about the funds to pay off such debts?” Alistair asked.
William’s body went rigid, then he shook his head.
“You blackmail innocent people for your money,” Alistair snapped, tossing the papers at him.
