Page 61 of Bound to the Heartless Duke
And when he moved one hand lower, slowly slid a finger into her, and curled it, she cried out.
“God!” she moaned, arching her back.
“You feel like heaven, Lily,” he growled. “Tight, hot, perfect. You were made to be worshipped.”
He worked her mercilessly, his tongue and fingers pumping into her until her hips bucked off the table. He wrapped an arm around her thigh to hold her in place, never letting up.
“Magnus…” she breathed when her legs started shaking.
“You’re close,” he murmured, before his hand moved to caress her breast. “Don’t fight it. I want to taste every drop when you fall apart for me.”
And she did.
Her release shot through her like lightning, her back bowing off the table, her hands fisting in his hair. Her thighs trembled violently, and her hips bucked against his mouth, which stayed locked to her, drinking in every drop of her pleasure.
Magnus didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he stayed between her thighs, his breath warm fanning her skin, as if savoring her. Then, slowly, deliberately, he rose to his feet, his eyes roaming over her helpless self.
Lily’s chest heaved. Her skin with slick with sweat, sensitive. And yet, somehow, she still wanted more.
Magnus reached down to cup her jaw and kissed her deeply. This kiss was slow and possessive, like he was claiming her all over again, letting her taste what he’d just taken.
His tongue moved against hers, and she moaned softly, her fingers reaching to cup his face.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he murmured between kisses. “Not your mouth. Not your skin. Not the way you shatter when I touch you.”
Her breath caught. “Then don’t stop.”
He gave a smile, crooked and dangerous. Then, he lifted her from the table and moved to fix her skirt and corset.
“Not yet.” He held her eyes. “There are still some things we have to fix, Lily.”
“Things like what?” she whispered, yet to recover fully. “Bailey?”
He simply pressed a kiss to her lips, this time more tender.
He looked at her—reallylooked at her—his breath catching audibly.
“I’ll never forget this,” he vowed, his voice hoarse.
He kissed her one last time before turning around and walking away, leaving her confused, like he always did.
No confession, just a mind filled with possibilities.
CHAPTER 15
Three days had passed, and neither of them spoke a word about what had happened in the drawing room.
Lily had begun to measure time not by the ticking of the clock in the hallway, but by avoided glances, the sound of his footsteps, and the cold echo of a touch that hadn’t come again.
The house had found its usual rhythm. Meals were served at the usual hours, Summer dashed through the halls with small observations and softer warnings, and Nathan stayed out after late hours. And yet, nothing felt normal. Not to Lily.
Because the silence had grown loud. Loud enough to choke her.
She sat at the breakfast table now, staring at a slice of untouched toast, its edges browned just so. She’d grown to hate the smell of toast, so she pushed the plate away.
The door behind her opened suddenly. She didn’t turn around at first, not wanting to get her hopes up. But then the air shifted in a way that confirmed her guess. Eventually, she turned her head.
Magnus.
