Page 95 of Bound to the Heartless Duke
He lowered his mouth to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin where her pulse fluttered. “Be careful what you wish for, Duchess. It just might be more than you bargained for.”
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
He didn’t know she didn’t want anything less.
Without warning, his hands slipped beneath her robe, his palm pressing against her back before moving lower to the flare of her hips. She trembled at his touch.
“Lily.” He pressed his mouth to her shoulder, sucking with a fierce urgency that made her shudder. “Don’t you dare try to punish me like that.”
Her hands moved to grab his shoulders, seeking balance as waves of sensation washed over her.
Magnus pulled back just enough to murmur, “You want to play this game, Lily?”
Her eyes flashed with fire when she looked at him. “I want to win.”
His lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Then prepare to be punished.”
Before she could respond, he dropped to his knees and lifted her robe from her legs, making her heart hammer wildly. His warm breath fanned her inner thigh, sending tingles through her veins.
“I should be the one to pleasure you, Lily,” he spoke between the kisses he trailed up her legs.
Under normal circumstances, Lily would have snapped at him. But at that moment, especially when his fingers found their way to her soaked sex, she could only egg him on.
“Then do it,” she breathed.
Her hips bucked against his touch, begging him to own her body.
And he obeyed.
His fingers slid through her wetness, trailed across every curve between her legs as if committing them to memory.
“You are so wet, it’s so tempting,” he groaned.
His mouth followed his fingers, his lips trailing a fiery path up her inner thigh, planting kisses that made her shiver.
She bit her lip as more heat pooled in her sex. Her breath hitched when his hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her closer before he flicked his tongue against her clit.
Lily threw her head back and let out a cry as he lapped and sucked on her.
As he took his time devouring her, his hands moved to her robe and ripped it off her body.
“Lily… you have no idea…” he growled against her sex.
But before she could respond, he pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out of her as his tongue continued to play with her clit.
When she was teetering on the edge, he pulled back. She let out a groan of frustration, but then he moved up her body and closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking it like a man starved.
He curled his fingers inside her, and she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair. As his tongue played with her nipple, he continued to pump three fingers into her, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against him, desperate for more. Her moans turned into sweet, desperate cries, and her body trembled, her earlier coyness vanishing under his touch.
Magnus released her nipple and moved back down her body, pressing his mouth against her thigh and trailing kisses upward.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered against her skin.
“Then I’m doing my job,” Lily whispered back. “I need… you,” she confessed.
For a moment, Magnus was tempted to confess the same. But then he remembered that satisfying her in ways that wouldn’t cross his limits was his utmost concern.
