Page 85 of The Untamed Duke
“Hold tight, little bee. Hold tight to me while I make you fly.”
Within seconds, he brought her to such a quivering climax, she buckled against him, panting cries of satisfaction escaping even as she tried muffling them against his chest. Nicholas felt the sensations of her orgasm rippling through the sensitive nerves of the flesh he stroked with soft, languid sweeps of his forefinger. He waited until the tremors subsided the tiniest bit, then for good measure, and because he loved how she came on the tips of his fingers, he drove her over the edge a second time.
Then a third.
Grace was sucking in frantic gulps of air when he finally removed his hand. She was so lush and hot., he considered ripping her clothes to shreds and burying his cock inside her at that very moment.
But this was not the place for that. This was not where he wanted to make love to Grace for the very first time. A deep breath did much in bringing his raging desire under control.
“I’m taking you upstairs. To my bedroom. So I can strip you bare and lavish every silky, soft part of your body with my tongue. My lips. My mouth…”
“Yes...yes…” Grace moaned in lethargic agreement. Coming undone numerous times in such rapid succession left her a delicate heap of womanhood in his arms.
“But we must,” he kissed and nipped her neck, her mouth, the delicate line of her collarbone, her softly rounded shoulders, between each word, “be careful. It’s the middle of the day, and I’ve no wish to alarm the servants…”
“Do you think I care the sun is up?” She laughed softly, echoing his own words from their first morning in his dining room when she willingly lay across his lap.
“Little minx. You’ll pay for that bit of cheekiness.”
“How will you manage that?” Her lips pressed his throat, and she licked the corded muscles there until he ground his teeth.
“I’ve my ways…”
“Do they involve me lashed to your bed for your pleasure, Your Grace?”
Nicholas chuckled at the relaxed, husky desire in her tone. God, the images she conjured with that simple question nearly unmanned him.
“If you are exceptionally insolent, I may do just that. Or I may take all the sweetness between your legs into my mouth, use my tongue to memorize every fold and crevice there.”
Grace choked on a moan of pure lust, her voice weak when she answered him. “Then I shall try my best in reaching a level of appalling impudence. And, I’ll give you anything you desire.”
“Ah, hell.” Nicholas folded her close, breathing in the sweet, lemony-heather scent of her hair. “I suddenly don’t give a damn what the servants think.”
Chapter 34
She is lightning in my palm
Rainwater innocence
For my parched soul
I drown in it
In her
~Nicholas August Harris March
Ninth Duke of Richeforte
After haphazardly tuggingGrace’s riding jacket back into place and setting her on her feet, Nicholas ushered her from the study. His arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders to shield her from any curious eyes.
He needn’t have bothered. It seemed every servant he employed had mysteriously disappeared, the hallways and corridors empty and eerily quiet. He momentarily considered why everyone was absent but chose not to question it too closely.
Shutting the bedroom door behind him and turning the key in the lock, he gathered Grace against him, his hands cradling her head as he kissed her with such dark, fathomless passion, she was soon breathless. The momentum of his body pushing hers resulted in her retreating a few steps.
Nicholas wouldn't allow that. Spinning her around, he backed her against the door, capturing both her hands in one of his and holding her immobile there. This was much better. This allowed him better access to her neck, her collarbone, the spot below her ear, the tender underside of her chin. And he nipped and nibbled and kissed every available inch until they both panted with desire.
“I’ve no wish to tear this garment from you...you’ll have nothing to wear again other than a borrowed dress from my mother’s wardrobe,” Nicholas muttered between kisses.
