Page 63 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
Alexander did not stop, not even when Madeleine cried out, gripped his hair harder, and shoved his face further into her as her thighs clamped around his head.
She moved with abandon, losing herself to her climax as it rolled through her in ebbing waves. Alexander slowed his ministrations, smiling against her as he lifted her head. His lips glistened, and he only smiled deeper as he took his seat once more.
“You are delicious,” he told her as he straightened up, right as the carriage pulled to a stop.
He opened the door himself, and Madeleine hastily fixed her skirts but still felt the rush of the balmy air between her legs.
No staff awaited her outside to point or comment, and she was grateful for Alexander’s power to let them indulge in their privacy.
Her face blazed with heat as he got out and extended a hand to her.
“Come.”
Madeleine hesitated and Alexander fixed her with a raised brow.
“Yes? Did you think I was finished with you, Madeleine? No, darling, I have only just begun.”
A dark, deep thrill ran through her at the promise in those words.
Madeleine took Alexander’s hand and he led her out of the carriage.
“Come,” he told her again, and she felt almost compelled by his word, but she knew she would follow any order he gave, utterly willingly.
He took every chance around every corner to drag his hands up her sides, to brush over her shoulder, to dance his touch down her lower back.
Finally, they reached his chambers.
He pushed open the door and walked inside, already taking off his jacket.
Alexander turned to her, and with only the moonlight outside and some garden lights to illuminate him, he looked like a man from her darkest, most sordid dreams, all sharp planes of his face and a thrilling promise.
He held out his hand again. “My chambers are yours to be indulged in, thoroughly, tonight, if you wish.”
Madeleine paused on the threshold before stepping in and closing the door behind her. “I wish.”
“Then I will show you how a wife should be treated.”
His hands landed on her shoulders, guiding her deeper into the room.
Her legs still trembled from her climax.
“I will not let you remain wanting. I will pleasure you, and myself, and show you what a marriage can be like, as I once promised. Something full of passion, of desire, of nights possessed with one another like this. Nights that burn so brightly you will still feel the warmth of it when morning comes.”
Madeleine let out a soft moan. How did his words undo her so?
She nodded, stepping closer to him.
Alexander lifted her chin. “Say you want me.”
“I want you, Alexander,” she whispered.
“I once promised you that you would scream my name all night long,” he purred. “Tonight will be only the first time I make good on that promise.”
Madeleine grew dizzy. Boldly, she began to grasp the sleeves of her dress to tug them down.
“And yet you stall—why?”
Alexander laughed, the sound full of desire. “Because I will lose myself to my desire for you. For another moment, I wish to admire you while I am still relatively clear-headed.”
