Page 99 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
“Say it,” he commanded. “Ye’re perfect!”
Her mind was mush. Her entirebeingwas focused on the place where their bodies were joined. “Perfect,” she managed, her legs stretching to wrap around the backs of his thighs, anchoring him against her.
“Ye look so beautiful when ye’re taking my cock like this, so deep in yer tight cunny.”
His growl seemed to reach down to her core, into hercunny, and squeeze. Gasping, she arched in his hold, reaching her arms around his back to pull him closer.
She was climbing again, higher and higher. She might have said it was impossible, but not with Fawkes. Fawkes knew exactly how to touch her, what tosayto her.
Hecared.
He cared for her pleasure.
“So perfect,” he murmured again, his pace increasing. “Christ, love, ye’re my good lass, aye?”
“Yes,” she managed. Shewas.
She washis.
Then Fawkes used his hold on her head to tip her head back and claim her lips.
Ellie screamed against his mouth as her pleasure burst over her for a second time, andfelthim smile.
This time her orgasm squeezed him, which was even better than when he’d licked her. Each thrust of his seemed to prolong her pleasure, stretching it the way he was stretching her. It became exquisite torture and Ellieknewshe’d stopped breathing about twelve spasms ago.
He pulled her lips from his to murmur, “That’s my good lass,” against her cheek, which made her shudder and squeeze him, not just with her inner muscles, but her arms and her legs as well.
She didn’t want to lose him.
But Fawkes jerked once against her, then a second time, his eyes were closed, his brows drawn in tightly.
He was fighting for control, and as soon as her thighs relaxed he reached between them and slid his cock from her—from hercunny. Ellie almost moaned with loss, but she was distracted watching the way he jerked his member.
Once, twice—and a thick spurt of seed burst from the tip, then another and another, to tangle in her curls.
Breathing heavily, Fawkes wrapped his arms around her, gathering her tightly against him as if they’d both been saved from some disaster, instead of what they’d shared. Her skin was slick withhim, and she could feel his cock still jutting proudly between them.
His ballocks were tucked against her wet folds, whichfranklyshould be impossible to feel, but somehow, she could. She could feeleverything.
Their heartbeats mingled, as did their breaths, until she wasn’t certain where she ended and Fawkes began.
I love you.
The confession sat, deep in her chest, too afraid to emerge.
After what she’d done to him, after the way she’d hurt him, she wasn’t certain how such a confession would be taken. Would he feel more obligations? He’d opened his home to her and Merida, shown them both such joy, suchfun…
She couldn’t risk that.
Couldn’t risk hurting him further.
Fawkes stirred first, pulling away far enough to brush a kiss across her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. “My Ellie,” he murmured, and again, his words—as his praise had done—made her preen. “My perfect Ellie.”
Perfect.
She was flawed, but…
But Fawkes made herfeelperfect.
