Page 66 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
Heat flooded her body, core to cheeks, as though one more touch would ignite her completely. Pleasure rolled through her gut as he explored her, practically leaning over her as he held her gaze.
She felt her way through the fastenings of his breeches to free him.
Neither looked away, and that spearing gaze only had Madeleine canting her hips, chasing her pleasure.
“How does it feel?” Alexander asked, a command in his tone.
“So good,” Madeleine moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. Her head tipped back against the wooden headboard of the bed, her hips lifting in short circles. “I crave more.”
“I promised not to leave you wanting.”
His mouth closed over hers, inhaling every moan and gasp as he dipped his fingers in her most intimate parts.
With his breeches opened at the waist, Alexander kept Madeleine’s hand pressed to his length. Clumsily, she wrapped her hand around it experimentally, feeling the hot, hard sheath.
Alexander made a guttural noise in her mouth. To hear it again, Madeleine moved her hand up and down. A growl pressed to her lips as he forced her mouth further open, his tongue stroking against hers.
She kept making the movements with her hand, kept feeling the way his breaths shortened as they kissed until he was forced to pull back.
“So eager, my sweet little wife,” he purred.
Inside her, his fingers explored her as much as hers did him. She could barely focus on his length after a few moments for how intently he lavished his own touch upon her.
Over and over, he spread her thoroughly, and the dull ache had long turned into burning desire.
“More?” he teased, pushing his fingers in deeper, a devastating smirk played on his lips, his face hovering mere inches away.
Her chest rose and fell with exertion yet she had remained sat the whole time.
“You undo me,” she whispered.
“I only return the favor, wife,” he replied. “Now,more?”
She grasped his length with purpose, meeting those piercing blue eyes.
“More.”
He let out a snarl of pleasure as he finally yanked off the rest of his breeches before he braced himself over her. He looked at the cravat for another moment, as if considering using it.
“I would bind you,” he began, “but I want your fingernails marking me up with pleasure, so in the morning I may see the evidence of our coupling.”
Madeleine whined softly at that, drawing him closer. “Then keep my hands free. Keep all of me released so I may indulge in you.”
“I am going to undress you,” he told her carefully, “as I promised.”
She nodded, kissing her assent, pulling him to her. Her dress skirt was shoved up to her hips, her legs fully parted to allow him to lie between them, his upper body draped over hers.
His length pressed to her folds.
For a moment, Madeleine considered begging him not to waste time with undressing her but she wished to be as bare as he was.
Alexander made as quick work as possible of her dress.
“I will leave your jewels on,” he told her. “I want you to glisten in the light while you writhe beneath me.”
Finally bare, Madeleine welcomed his growl into her breasts, his face buried into the valley between the two mounds.
His tongue glided up the path of them, and Madeleine almost felt embarrassed as she held her breasts together to enhance his pleasure. He nipped at her pale skin. He palmed over one while licking the nipple of the other.
