Page 35 of The Untamed Duke
Her quiver was immediate, her body's softening almost frightening. Searching for more, her hips jerked upwards. Greedy. Needy. It was an involuntary movement; Nicholas knew she could not help herself. Find that particular spot, and a woman would fall apart. Come undone.
How he loved seeing Grace come undone.
"That is something few men know anything about. Fortunately, I learned this delightful trick during my travels. It never fails to impress the women I've entertained in my bed. No doubt, it contributed to my somewhat less than saintly reputation."
His chuckle was humorless, his voice dry, as if giving a lesson. Would she stop him if he removed his finger and pressed that spot inside her with his body? He'd seen women’s eyes glaze over when such mysteries were revealed. And never had one stopped him when he showed her what her body was capable of achieving.
Why had he hinged everything on obtaining the damned French letters? He would obtain sponges instead, although they were less reliable. Because what he wanted was best done with his body buried inside her, bare, with nothing between them. Rocking against her, thrusting and searching until he found the key and unlocked heaven for them both.
Assailed by mental images of the different positions he’d place her, Nicholas sucked in a breath.
He pressed his finger deep inside Grace again, just so he could watch her tremble. While he pulsated a steady drumbeat against her inner walls, she gave him a second climax. The melting against his fingertips was unmistakable, a nearly silent moan of gratification bouncing around within her.
God, what a responsive little creature she is.
Her reactions were slightly alarming. Those little cries of pleasure held the power of becoming addicting if he wasn't careful.
The rippling quakes were endless, and throughout them she resolutely retained her silence. Nicholas admired her perseverance, her resistance. With a frown, he realized he might not succeed in breaking her after all, at least not this first night. He’d made a promise she would beg him, and by God, he would have that from her. Affirmation she wanted everything he’d done so far.
He still possessed one weapon, however, and it never failed him. He reached up, pulling the cravat free with one hand so her hands were suddenly free although the opposing end remained tied to the fretwork.
“Don’t let go of that, honeybee, or this all comes to a halt.” He settled back between her thighs, and her knees bent reflexively.
"Amazing, isn’t it?" His whisper against the flat plane of her stomach was soothing as her shudders eased. The sweet, pale skin just above her pubic bone entranced him. He licked it with a slow sweep of his tongue. "I can show you something else even more astounding…"
Using his free hand, he spread her folds wider, his mouth nuzzling into the soft heat. Grace stiffened in shock when, flattening his tongue, Nicholas covered every part of her sex.
Licking with slow purpose, he took all of her sweetness into the inferno. His tongue flicked at the button of nerves, and when she panted on a low, gasping breath, she was sucked into his mouth, hard, without mercy, his curved finger keeping a steady, driving beat until at last, she surrendered.
"Oh god! Please, Nicholas. Please...please...please."
Her hips rolled with the pace he set, meeting his lips with greedy abandonment, her words a litany of surrender. Ruthlessly following her every movement, Nicholas did not cease, even when he knew she was mindless with need and would willingly allow him whatever he wanted. She gripped the silk cravat as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea.
Her high, quavering scream excited him, more than anything he’d ever encountered as another intense climax slammed her. She quivered beneath the onslaught, her legs coming up and over until the space behind her thighs rested on his shoulders. With her heels digging into his lower back, Nicholas kept her spread. He filled himself with her, every tremble of her flesh swallowed into his soul, her pleasure complimenting his satisfaction. His growl shuddered through her as his tongue claimed her, drinking her in until she sagged into the downy mattress.
When the pulsating against his mouth died away, he brushed one more kiss on her soft heat before reluctantly withdrawing.
She did not seem aware when he rose from the bed. He massaged her shoulders and her forearms with gentle hands, frowning at the dark pink lines marking her wrists.
Her skin is far too delicate for such depravity.
Like a sleepy kitten, Grace folded against him when he lifted her slightly to pull the coverlet back.
No, a lioness. All golden heat and flashing temper.
Every fiber of his being ached, wanting to ease into the passage made slippery hot by his efforts. Laying her back against the pillows, he pulled the covers over her as she rolled away. Sleepy and complacent, she did not struggle when Nicholas swept a hand from her shoulders down along the small of her back.
It was as perfect as the rest of her. A smooth expanse of light gold and creamy skin. Seeing her rounded rear, his erection surged. Before he could stop himself, his hand glided over the curve of one cheek.
Grace sighed, arching toward him.
Goddamnit.
Stripping his breeches before he could second guess his own actions, he crawled beside her.
She nestled into his arms when he encased her, her bottom cupped by his lap. Every time she shifted, her silky skin brushed against him until his cock throbbed with such violence, Nicholas feared it might spring free from his body.
Pushing his erection into the tight space between her thighs sent stars exploding behind his eyes.
