Page 71 of A Bargain with the Rakish Duke
Beatrice felt a rush of heat flood her body at his words and at the undisguised hunger in his gaze.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go find that somewhere.”
Kenneth grinned, a wicked, wonderful thing that made her knees go weak. “As my wife commands.”
They gathered their picnic things in record time, Kenneth stopping every few moments to steal a kiss or whisper a heated promise in her ear. By the time they started back towards the castle, Beatrice was practically thrumming with anticipation, her body alive with the need to be close to him to finish what they had started on the sand.
As they walked, Kenneth kept her hand clasped tightly in his, his thumb stroking her knuckles in a maddening, teasing rhythm. Each brush of his skin against hers was a reminder, a preview of the pleasure to come.
They reached the castle in a flurry, barely acknowledging the staff as they made their way up to their chambers.
Once inside, Kenneth wasted no time in pulling Beatrice to him, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, passion and promise.
“Now then,” he murmured against her lips, his hands already working at the laces of her gown. “Where were we before our seal friends so rudely interrupted us?”
Beatrice grinned, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. “I believe you were about to show me the benefits of a private performance.”
Kenneth’s answering smile was pure sin, his eyes glinting with mischievous intent. “Ah, yes. Let the show begin.”
As he gently lowered her down onto the soft mattress, his warm body pressing against hers, Beatrice savored the moment. The sound of their hushed breaths, mingling in the air, created a gentle symphony that resonated within her. The subtle scent of him enveloped her senses, heightening the intimacy of the moment.
In that instant, Beatrice couldn’t help but appreciate the untimely arrival of the seals, for it had granted her this exquisite pleasure, surpassing any distractions or intrusions that may have occurred.
Feeling empowered, she firmly pushed him away, their bodies separating with a slight rustle of fabric.
“What are you—Oh…” He began to voice his objection but halted as she swiftly maneuvered herself on top of him, the bed creaking under their weight.
“You were saying?” she teased, and with deliberate slowness, she began trailing tender kisses along his jawline, her lips leaving a gentle, tingling sensation in their wake.
“Mmm, never mind,” he purred as she kissed down his neck, her warm breath fanning his skin.
Unyielding in her desire, she continued, her lips and tongue exploring every inch, the sensation sending shivers through him. While her lips were busy, her hand explored further, reaching down and firmly grasping him, eliciting a gasp of surprise mixed with pleasure.
She continued trailing open-mouthed kisses down his chest, following the small trail of hair until it reached the top of his trousers. Her small fingers fumbled with the buttons, quickly undoing them. When he was finally free of his trousers, she took his hardness in her warm, sweet mouth.
Kenneth groaned and buried his fingers in her hair, guiding her. She gripped him with her lips, sliding up and down. When she stopped and glanced up at him through lowered lashes, he let out a groan of frustration.
“Is this all right?” she asked.
“It is more than all right,” he rasped.
She climbed on top of him, her thighs spread wide as she straddled him. He reached up and cupped her breasts, causing her nipples to stiffen. Swiftly, she leaned down, and her curls tumbled down to caress his cheeks as she began to ride him.
He thrust his hips up to meet her, each movement harder and quicker. When her inner muscles clenched and she let out a cry, he stopped, letting her ride out her climax.
But before she could resume riding him, Kenneth flipped her over on her back.
With his knee, he parted her legs and thrust into her. Her moan answered his groan as his hand found her nipple.
This, the feel of his hardness inside her, the sound of her name on his lips, the building pleasure that threatened to consume her whole… this was worth everything.
She gasped as he hit a deep spot inside her, her body swimming with sensation. He leaned over her, his lips seeking hers, and she met his tongue with her own, their kiss deep and hungry.
He began to move steadily inside her, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in, causing her to moan and arch her back. The fire between them was burning hotter and higher, an explosion that would soon consume them both.
The friction between their bodies as they moved together was intoxicating, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him deeper access. She clung to him, the ecstasy building with every move.
His tongue flicked against her nipple, causing her to whimper and writhe beneath him.
