Page 45 of A Bargain with the Rakish Duke
He slid his hands down over her bottom and pulled her hard against him, so she could feel his arousal.
Then his hands moved down her belly to the place between her legs. He slowly kneeled before her, and then his mouth replaced his hands.
Beatrice arched her back, and he added his thumb, increasing her pleasure. His tongue flicked over her folds, and he could feel her losing control.
She whimpered and bucked against him. “I want you, Kenneth.”
His hand stilled.
“Do you now?” he asked with a smirk.
“Y-yes,” she breathed out, her eyes the darkest he’d ever seen them.
Oh, he was going to enjoy this.
“You’ve done nothing but tempt me,” he whispered. “You’re going to have to ask for it. Beg for it.”
“B-beg?”
“Yes.”
“Please,” she whispered.
He stood up and took her chin in his hand. “Come on, darling. You can do better than that.”
“Please,” she repeated, her breath shaky.
His member twitched in his trousers, her plea stirring him even further. Although he needed her, this little game, this final little game was too delicious to interrupt.
“Please what?”
Beatrice’s breath hitched. “Please, Kenneth,” she said, the words barely audible. “I want you.”
He released a growl of satisfaction; that was exactly what he wanted.
Then, he slowly resumed his ministrations.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “That’s all you had to say.”
He laid her down on the bed, climbed over her, and nudged her legs apart. Her fingers dug into his back, but he didn’t stop.
He slowly moved inside her, allowing the heat to intensify between them. With each deliberate thrust, they moaned. The scent of their desire hung heavy in the air.
When Beatrice’s movements grew more urgent, he stopped.
“Not so quick,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Kenneth lowered his mouth to hers, and she writhed beneath him. He moved down and took her nipple in his mouth. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up. Kenneth swirled his tongue around her nipple while he caressed her other breast.Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back as she surrendered to his touch.
Slowly, he began to move again, thrusting hard and deep. Beatrice ground her hips against him, and she clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin as his thrusts quickened, bringing her closer to the precipice.
When he slowed his thrusts once more, Beatrice let out a whimper of protest. “Please, Kenneth.”
“Do you want more?” Kenneth growled. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her.
“Yes. God, yes,” Beatrice breathed. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Please, Kenneth.”
Kenneth plunged into her once more, and his rhythm became unrelenting. His groans punctuated each thrust. When she cried out his name, he lowered his hand and rubbed her swollen bud. Beatrice let out a cry.
