Page 94 of Bound to the Heartless Duke
His throat worked.
“Lily…” he said, his voice hoarse.
She tilted her head. “What’s the matter, Magnus? You said I’m your wife. Surely, you must care for my well-being.”
He stepped forward instinctively, then stopped. His fingers twitched at his sides.
“You asked what I wanted to show you,” she said softly. “This is it.” Then, her voice dropped to a whisper. “Me.”
With that, she leaned back slightly, her knees parting just enough to suggest something sinful. Her hand slipped beneath her thin robe to the space between her thighs.
Magnus froze, his eyes glued to her hand.
“Don’t worry,” she purred, her lips curling into a sensual smile. “No rules shall be broken. You’re not touching me.”
His face was unreadable, but his breathing had become labored. “What… what do you mean to do?” he rasped.
She leaned back fully with a chuckle, her head resting against the headboard as she opened her legs wider. “Isn’t it obvious?”
His eyes followed the motion of her hand, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.
“You said I couldn’t have you,” she murmured, dragging her fingertips lightly over her inner thigh. “But I still need something.”
He didn’t reply.
Deliberately, she let out a soft moan. It was barely a whisper. A breath of sound. But it shattered something in the air. It shattered something inhim.
Magnus clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white. “Lily…” he growled.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t care. Her touch on her body remained featherlight. Teasing. She wasn’t even truly touching herself, and he already looked so aroused.
She was simply tracing her hand along her hot, sensitive skin. But the thrill of it, the fact that he was watching her, made her heart pound like thunder.
And when she moaned once more, he muttered a curse under his breath. She didn’t care, though, except that she decided to torture and tease him more.
His breath caught as her delicate hand moved beneath the fabric. Although the movements were slow and unsure, she was ready to betray her inexperience just to stoke his desire.
His eyes flashed as they roamed over her, from the curve of her neck to the wet strands of hair clinging to her head. Nothing, no woman, no touch, had ever aroused him so quickly.
“Lily…” His voice was hoarse now, rough and filled with warning.
When he stepped back in a bid to fight temptation, she pushed her robe aside with a boldness that stole his breath away, revealing her sex in the soft light.
Her fingers slid to her folds and began moving slowly, before she quickened the pace, rubbing herself.
“What are you doing to me, Lily?” he rasped, his voice thick with need.
“Nothing you haven’t done to me.” She said, whimpering.
His gaze darkened further, turning wild. “You’re a dangerous woman.”
“And yet you’re still here,” she breathed, “watching.”
When she slid a finger inside her and moaned, it was as though something had snapped inside him.
He crossed the room with a few silent, predatory strides, before his hands landed on her waist, stopping her actions.
She shivered at both his touch and the look in his eyes. She felt rooted to the spot on his gaze. There was a silent warning in them that she wanted to ignore.His need to control everything, even this, picked at her wilful side.
