Page 60 of Bound to the Heartless Duke
“You’re infuriating,” he whispered against her lips. “But damn it, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve become my dangerous obsession.”
His words sent a shiver straight to her core.
His lips trailed down her jaw, to the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat, each kiss a slow fire that set her skin alight. His hands explored her with a possessiveness that made her shudder, tracing every curve, every inch of her as if committing her to memory.
The outside world ceased to exist. The garden, the locked doors, Nathan’s scorn, all vanished, save for the heat that pooled in her belly.
Magnus turned before gently lowering her onto the edge of the table. His hands steadied her as his eyes roamed over her face with an intensity that left her breathless.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded softly, his voice thick with lust. “Give me your brutal honesty, Lily. Tell me you want this, not whatever nonsense Bailey has offered you.”
Lily nodded without hesitation, her voice caught between a whisper and a sigh.
Magnus leaned in again, kissing a slow trail from her neck to the delicate curve of her collarbone. She arched into him, her breath hitching with every kiss.
His teeth caught in her blouse and lifted it, grazing her flesh briefly. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the table as her eyes watched him focus on the task he set about accomplishing. His teeth grazed her skin as he moved sending sparks of heat all the way down to her toes.
Lily didn’t know what stunned her more, the way her body still buzzed from his kiss or the fact that she wanted him to do it again.
When she looked up at him, something in his gaze shifted. His hands were on her again, rougher now, one sliding to the back of her neck, the other gripping her thigh to hold her in place until her hips aligned with his. His tongue swept across her lower lip again like he owned it, demanding, relentless, claiming.
She let out a low moan, and the sound only spurred him on. He fisted his hand in her skirts, dragging them over her hips until the cool air brushed her thighs.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he breathed. “About your lips, your scent, the way your breath trembles right before you fall apart. And now I have you, right here.”
“In the drawing room…” she gasped.
It didn’t make sense, but when he knelt before her, she didn’t give a care.
His hands splayed across her thighs before pushing them wider, and without breaking eye contact, he hovered his mouth above her most intimate place, his breath warm and maddeningly slow.
“I want to taste you,” he rasped, shocking her. “I want to ruin you for other men.”
“Then do it,” she whispered, the words escaping her like a plea.
His lips curled into a wicked smirk before he lowered his head and placed a long, wet kiss on the inside of her thigh. Instinctively, her muscles twitched as he teased, kissed, and licked slow circles just shy of where she needed him most.
Her fingers curled tighter around the edge of the table, her knuckles white.
“Already trembling,” he whispered. “God, I haven’t even touched you yet, dear Lily.”
His vulgar words made her hips buck, not in protest but inneed. No man had ever spoken to her like that. No man had ever dared. But coming from Magnus, with his warm breath, firm grip, and deliberate tongue, it made her ache.
He pulled her undergarments aside and pressed a kiss to her center, soft at first, then firmer, flatter, deeper. Her head fell back, her lips parting with a sharp gasp.
“Oh, Magnus?—”
“I love the way you say my name when I’m between your legs.”
His mouth worked her slowly at first, savoring her, dragging his tongue between her slick folds with unhurried accuracy. He used his thumbs to spread her wider, exposing every inch, and kissed her clit with a soft flick that made her shudder.
“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned against her. “Is this what you’ve been hiding under all that fire and defiance?”
She whimpered, her hands flying to his hair, tugging hard.
“Do it again,” she begged.
He chuckled low, a sinful sound, before obeying. His tongue flicked faster now, his lips sucking lightly as he worked her hard. Every lick, every flick of his tongue against her clit made her thighs quiver.
