Page 34 of The Untamed Duke
Over and over his fingers stroked. If only her hands were free. She would shamelessly press his palm against her and this maddening pressure. Would it ease whatever flitted inside her? Was this something only he could give her?
Slowly, with wicked intent, Nicholas pushed a finger deeper into her depths, stretching her, filling her, while his free hand pinched one of her nipples.
"That's all I dare right now," he said regretfully, his whisper a silky promise of more. "Just one, yet you grip me so tightly I shudder, wondering how I will fit. Eventually, I will. All of me. Deep. Then deeper still. Until I can go no further. And you will hold my cock just as snugly as you do my finger."
A harsh breath hissed between his teeth as he withdrew his hand, only to return in a gliding motion a little further inside her. Shifting quickly, his mouth fastened on the peak of her unattended breast while his fingers still tweaked the other.
A cord of sensation linked the three areas of her body, where his hands and mouth mercilessly pleasured her. It was too much. She exploded with a cry, arching against the silken ties.
Nicholas was wrong. She did not see plain, ordinary stars, but an entire universe, glittery with whirling shards of piercing, multicolored lights. Never had she experienced anything so marvelous, so utterly soul-shattering. She was soaring and sinking. Drifting and flying. Whiplash sharp pleasure surged and ebbed inside her veins, a river of nerves and tingling peaks and valleys hidden before now. Biting her lip, containing the sob of fulfillment bubbling in her throat, she floated until the tide finished with her.
Flung back ashore, harsh reality returned.
Sweat dampened her body, mingling with her hair still wet from the bath. She wished she could melt away. Avoid the truth of her response. Avoid the duke and his smug smile as her insides clenched and pulsed around his invading finger.
Dear God, my own body betrays me.
It betrayed her still.
Nicholas lazily kissed his way down until he reached her inner thighs, trailing his tongue in random patterns over her skin, stirring up sparks that refused dousing.
It was over. He was done tormenting her, for surely, this was the end of things... the end of the first night. Grace honestly wasn't sure what a full night entailed—damn her thoughtlessness for failing to set terms for that particular detail—but Nicholas said this was for her pleasure. She experienced that beyond expectation. Beyond the limits of what she believed possible when he'd lashed her to the headboard. What occurred between them just now changed everything. Could he see? Did he realize? That things were different now?
Shewas different now.
And if he would remove his long, blunt finger from inside her, untie that blasted silk cravat, she could gather the scattered, shattered pieces of her soul, sleep a dreamless sleep and find her way home on the morrow. Because deciding who she’d become, who she was now, required deep reflection.
"You can let me go now, Your Grace." Sharp and high, her voice echoed in the room’s stillness. She did not sound like herself. Lord only knew who or what she sounded like.
His chuckle was alarming.
"Oh no, Grace. I'm hardly through with you."
Chapter 13
It is selfish
Wanting more than is plenty
More than my share
More than she will give me
I always take more than I deserve
~Nicholas August Harris March
Ninth Duke of Richeforte
Nicholas was so aroused,he actually hurt. Trapped inside his breeches, his erection throbbed with indignation.
Never did he think himself capable of resisting her lush warmth. By some virtue of a deal made with the Devil, he kept his promise. Somehow, he did not enter her, did not take her virginity. Somehow, he stopped short of screwing her until they both saw stars.
But now, oh now he wanted more. He wanted the taste of Grace on his tongue, the essence of her in his mouth. Wanted her scent filling his nostrils as he devoured her, her demanding cries filling his ears.
He wanted everything.
She stiffened, subtly pulling away from him, and with a wicked smile, Nicholas hooked his finger, pressing a hidden, secret spot deep inside her.
