Page 47 of Her Wicked Duke
His eyes remained on her own as his hand grasped her thigh and wrapped it around his hip, and then he rolled his hips against hers. Her skirts slid up her legs, exposing more skin than was decent. Part of her urged her to cover herself, but a bigger part wanted to know whatpleasure and discretionfelt like.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” His hand halted on the bare skin of her thigh. He was so close to where she burned with desire.
“Alexander,” she moaned.
He buried his face in her neck, kissing her, and she let her head fall back to allow him more access. “There it is. Say my name again, Anne.”
His hand on her thigh slid higher.
“Alexander,” Anne breathed.
She was no stranger to desire. She had heard about it. Her mother had taught her much more than other matrons taught their daughters, and her friends had, of course, giggled their fair share. But never had another person caused that hot desire to course through her.
And never had another person ever gone near where only her own hand had dared to go a few times.
Never be ashamed of desire, Anne, her mother had told her once.Save yourself for your husband, but do not be afraid to follow what you truly want.
And Anne wanted Alexander.
Heavens, she wanted him desperately.
She was unraveling just from the demanding touch that slid higher on her thigh.
“Alexander…” she almost whimpered.
And that was the sound that made the Duke snap. His hand inched up her inner thigh, and then his fingers brushed that heated place between her legs.
“There,” she moaned. “Please, touch me.”
“I thought I told you who was in charge here.” Alexander laughed darkly. He still had one hand on her wrists, pinning her down.
Between being held down and feeling his hand right where she needed it, Anne was losing her wits.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Let me hear you say my name again.”
“Alexander,please,” she begged.
“Please what, Anne? You look so delectable like this.”
Her face flushed, but she could barely care about her decency. Her sleeves had slipped off her shoulders, but she did not care. For in the next moment, Alexander swooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the mirror.
She swooned at his strength as he pressed her up against the wall. Behind her, something crashed. But she did not care, not when Alexander’s length ground into her through his breeches, and she could feel how warm he was.
Oh, she wanted to feel it all.
Ruin me.Ravish me.
But he didn’t. And his fingers did not go near her center again.
Instead, he lowered her to her feet and walked away, putting distance between them despite his straining arousal.
He adjusted himself before her and smiled. “Did you want to go further, Anne?”
She stared at him, disbelieving.
