Page 37 of A Bride for the Beastly Duke
So long since I have touched a woman, he thought incoherently as his tongue tangled with hers, and they danced together in intimate delight. He pulled her to her feet, still kissing frantically, aware that she was naked as she stood up, and he was not. He pulled her flush against him, letting her wetness soak through his clothing, uncaring. All he wanted was to hold her tight and feel her body against his. Her arms went around his neck, and he lifted her up out of the tub and carried her to the bed.
He hesitated a moment before dropping her onto it. She fell back, spread eagle on the bed, her eyes on him. He could feel his heart hammering so hard in his chest that he thought it might just burst out and run off. He put one knee on the bed before crawling onto it and stalking her as she sidled up to the headboard, like prey running away from a predator.
Hefeltlike a predator, just wanting to eat her up. Even though he'd seen glimpses of her body with all the revealing gowns she had been wearing, the reality of her naked was almost too much for him to bear. He needed to take his breaches off before his tumescence burst through them and scattered all thebuttons. He paused at that thought, reaching for his buttons and loosening them, letting his breeches fall to his knees. His long shirt covered his arousal, but the way she was looking at his groin, she could well imagine what was underneath the tented cotton.
“Are you sure?” he asked once again, and she nodded frantically.
“I am,” she said hoarsely.
He covered her with his body, allowing his mouth to plunder hers, holding nothing back. He ran his hands down her sides, tracing her curves from breasts to hips, a part of him still unable to believe that this was happening. He had never expected to find pleasure in a woman’s bed again.
Even the thought of taking a mistress had seemed abhorrent to him because he had assumed she would only be with him for the carte blanche.
“Ava? Tell me you want me,” he whispered hoarsely before biting her ear.
She whimpered, turning her head to the side to give him more room to work, even as her arms clung to his neck. “I want you,” she said shakily as she shivered from his ministrations.
He stuck his tongue in her ear then she cried out, body arching. “Ohh heavens,” she moaned, and even without her verbal confirmation, he had to admit that it was obvious she wasenjoying herself. For a moment, he was tempted to ask if Aaron made her feel like this.
Instead, he ducked lower and licked her breast, making her cry out and arch her back. “Do that again please,” she moaned, squirming in his arms.
Even more than the kissing and the licking and the touching, he was really enjoying her reactions. She was so deliciously responsive which aroused him even more. He took her nipple in his mouth, suckling gently before swallowing it all down and sucking it hard. Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling slightly at it in reaction as her hips jerked up and down on the bed.
“Please,” she groaned, lifting one leg and putting it around his waist.
“Hush…” He kissed a rapidly beating pulse at the base of her neck. “I will take care of you.”
She merely squirmed, tightening her hold around his neck and pulling him down on top of her. All thought of taking it slow disappeared from his mind, and he gripped her thigh, widening the space between her legs. His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, questing, searching for that little knob in her hot swollen wetness. He found it, jiggling it a little bit between his left and middle finger. She let out a little moan, throwing her head back and panting as if she’d been running. He did it again, and she grabbed his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh. “Please!” She let out a long, drawn-out groan.
“Shh, it’s going to be fine,” he murmured soothingly even as he replaced his hand with his mouth, tongue darting out to lick the slick off her swollen throbbing nub. She was moaning continuously without a care for whether anyone could hear or not. He smiled as his middle finger probed inside of her, flicking back and forth against the slippery flesh. He put in a second finger, scissoring them gently, even as his thumb drew continuous circles around her nub.
She was mumbling incoherently, eyes scrunched shut, head thrown back as her hips jerked, and she squirmed, unable to keep still. He enjoyed watching her fall apart in his arms.
“Please, please, please, please, please.”
He wondered if she could even hear herself beg. Being the gentleman that he was, he wasn’t about to leave the lady deprived of something that she had asked for. Pushing his shirt out of the way, he took hold of his tumescence, guiding it into her as gently as he could. She might not have been a virgin, but he doubted that she’d had a man inside her in the last five years.
Even though her mouth was wide open, there was no sound emerging, only a click in her throat as she took him in slowly, her body welcoming him with gladness, suctioning his hardness deeper into her body in endless undulations.
He bit back a groan, hard put not to ejaculate immediately. He closed his eyes, trying to bring the war to mind, severed limbs and screaming men, just to regain some control over his body.
Finally, with a sigh of relief, he got himself under control and began to thrust first slowly and then with increasing urgency into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on with her moans and groans, her begging screams and her fingernails digging into his back.
“Yes, yes, yes.” He threw back his head and groaned as her muscles tightened around him, almost squeezing the life out of him before letting him go, only to tighten again. She moaned hard as her body achieved orgasm, her skin flushed and hot to the touch. Veins bulged from his temples as he strained into her, hips jerking as he let himself go, filling her with his seed.
She arched her back, squealing, her body seemingly wanting him deeper, no end to desire, even after they both collapsed on the bed, satiated only for the moment. He moved, meaning to get a cloth and clean her up a little, but her hand snatched at his wrists, holding on tight. “Don’t go,” she said breathlessly.
He lay back down and gathered her into his arms. “I am not going anywhere.”
Chapter Fifteen
Edward could not keep his eyes off of Ava. She wore a lavender muslin gown, almost transparent, with strategically placed purple embroidered flowers concealing her bosom from his full view. He wondered if she was aware of just how revealing it was.
He could barely focus on Lily, who had many a story to tell him about how the household fared during his time away. Ava also wore color on her lips, making them look even plumper and more kissable than they normally did.
I am going to lose my mind.
She kept looking at him from beneath her lashes and smiling. Edward did not know what she meant by it, and he could not ask with Lily sitting on one side of him and his aunt on the other.
