Page 68 of A Bargain with the Rakish Duke
“Yes,” she breathed, unable to control the sounds that spilled from her lips.
While he continued leaving hungry, open-mouthed kisses all over her neck and chest, his hand drifted up beneath her skirt and squeezed her upper thigh hard.
Beatrice spread her legs, feeling his manhood pressing against her.
Soon, his fingers started exploring her hidden folds and toying with her most sensitive spot. She squeezed her eyes shut, stars bursting behind them.
“My ravenous, little wife,” Kenneth purred and lifted his head to look at her face as he plunged a finger inside her. “So wet and ready for me already.”
It wasn’t long before he slid a second finger into her, his motions slow and inquisitive at first, his eyes dark as he scanned her face for the tiniest reaction.
Quickly, the ache inside her buzzed, and she rolled her hips against his hand, seeking more friction.
“What is it?” he asked, placing his other hand on her jaw.
“Please…” Beatrice breathed.
“Use your words, wife,” he replied, his tone commanding.
“More… I need more,” she begged, her whole body trembling with need.
“Say please one more time,” he said, “then I’ll think about it.”
She gasped, her mind swirling, trying to process his words as his fingers pumped in and out of her faster, her pleasure intensifying.
“Please, Kenneth… please.”
“Mmm. That’s more like it. Good girl,” he murmured and pulled out his fingers.
Beatrice whimpered in protest, but before she could say anything, Kenneth flipped her on her stomach and lifted her skirts, baring her rear to the cool sea breeze.
“You said we didn’t need the woods, didn’t you?” he told her.
Her breath caught in her throat as he teased her entrance with the tip of his shaft.
“I did,” she breathed, not caring if anyone could see them—perhaps that even heightened her desire.
“Hmm. Let me grant you your wish then.”
And he plunged deep inside her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he started pounding into her.
Beatrice clutched the blanket, unable to control the moans that spilled out of her throat.
He was claiming her, marking her as his, and shelovedit.
Her body trembled with each deep, hard thrust, clenching around him as her pleasure swelled, catapulting her into heights she never thought she could reach.
“Touch yourself, darling. I want to feel you come on my cock,” Kenneth commanded.
Had she been sober—because this kind of pleasure pushed her far from the realms of sobriety, intoxicating her with a nectar she couldn’t possibly describe to a clear mind—she would have blushed. But with the way he was claiming her, all her inhibitions had been chased away by the salty breeze.
Without a second thought, her hand went between her legs, and she started rubbing herself as he slammed into her.
Barely a moment later, her thighs shook as her climax thundered through her body, the sensation hot like the sun and sweet like the most decadent honey at the same time.
“Yes, that’s it,” she heard him moan through the haze.
And swiftly, he found his own release, spilling inside her with a deep growl.
