Page 62 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
She did as she was told, and she found that the moment she did, Alexander gave her one last long look at her before he dipped his head forward, lowering it to the mound between her legs. He kept his gaze on her as he pressed that first kiss to her most intimate part.
Madeleine bit her lip hard enough she thought she’d chew her flesh off.
“You may be loud,” he said. “Anything my staff hear will remain private.”
“They will speak?—”
“Let them, for I do not care. You are my wife, and I will pleasure you where I wish.”
She could not hold back the soft moan she gave at the promise in his words, especially when he punctuated them with his mouth closing over her. He laughed quietly into her skin, biting the inside of her thigh.
“You are soaked,” he commented. “From only my words and my kisses, Madeleine? I am a lucky husband, indeed.”
She did not get a chance to answer him with words for he gave a particularly harsh bite to her thigh, and she gasped louder in desire.
Alexander littered her thigh with them, and she realized he did it because nobody would see the bruises there. Surely therewerebruises, and she would know that when she walked around in public, knowing they were hidden by her dress.
The thought burned through her—but not more so than when her husband closed his mouth over the peak of her core, sucking harshly. Her hips bucked up wildly, the new sensation so strange to her that she cried out, choking on her moan.
“Beautiful,” he muttered against her.
Alexander did not give her a chance to get used to the sensation of the harsh suckle, for he moved lower, and his tongue came out to lap at the folds that hid her entrance. His tongue glided up and down, lavishing her with pleasure she had not ever imagined possible.
She did not think a man would ever have his mouth anywhere near there, and yet Alexander feasted on her, as he promised, with every bit of passion he had for her. His eyes were closed, the dark lashes fanning over his cheeks.
His beard was deliciously rough against her inner thighs, and a dark spark of desire curled through her, secretly hoping there would be some sort of red mark. A burn. A rub of sorts.
Alexander gave a long, indulgent groan into her core, his fingers gripping her thighs to keep her legs ever parted. Madeleine could not help her gasp as she writhed beneath the attention, her hands reaching out to slip through his unbound hair. Hernails raked over his jaw, scratching through his trimmed beard, before she tangled her fingers in his dark hair.
She tugged experimentally, earning herself another groan that reverberated through her.
Alexander’s tongue delved through her core slowly, languidly, as if he had the time to explore her. Still, the carriage moved towards their country estate, as he promised it would.
Madeleine’s desire only rose at the thought of passing people by outside, nobody knowing that her husband had disappeared beneath her skirts, feasting between her legs.
“Alexander,” she moaned, when his tongue pushed into her, no longer simply tracing her wet folds.
The noises of his pleasuring filled her ears, only making her breath sharper as it sliced out of her.
“Alexander—oh, do not stop.”
“I never intend to,” he murmured against her.
She felt every letter, traced right over her heat. She arched her back, gasping, as she pressed into his face for more—more pleasure, more sensation. And he gave willingly, for he was soon thrusting his tongue into her.
His speed built and built, and she grappled for a hold above her, pressing her palm into the carriage roof as she gasped and sought, her hips bucking against his face.
She felt obscene, scandalous, but she was a fool to ever want to deny herself this pleasure.
Her husband’s tongue delved deep into her, tracing more patterns into her most intimate area. He licked and tasted, groaning into her like she was the most decadent thing ever.
His fingers probed her folds further open, spreading her helplessly, and Madeleine could not help her moans increasing in volume and pitch as he pulled her closer and closer to a climax.
She thought of his muscled body, the way he watched her, the searing taste of his kisses.
Alexander pushed a finger into her heat, along with the flicker of his tongue, and Madeleine could not help her cry of pleasure.
Her hips rose helplessly, the force of her climax storming through her when he sucked harshly on that peak of her folds, a sensitive bud she had only ever dared touch herself.
