Page 68 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
When he looked at her, those eyes pinned her to the bed.
Moments later, he sped up furiously, delivering short but strong thrusts into her, and Madeleine clasped a hand over her mouth to muffle a shout.
“I want to hear you,” he breathed. “Do not stifle yourself.”
“But the staff?—”
“I do not care.”
He wrenched her hand away from her mouth as he delivered another rock of his hips. Madeleine could not help the sudden shriek of pleasure. Wild pressure building inside of her, and she scrabbled her nails over her husband’s back.
“Alexander—Alexander?—”
“That is it,” he groaned, eyes fluttering closed as he kept the pace. “Madeleine.”
“Please, do not stop,” she begged. “There is—I can feel—” She broke off into another moan, unable to stop herself. “I think I?—”
“I know,” he said, claiming her mouth in a heated kiss. “Ask for it nicely, Duchess.”
She burned with humiliation—but this was a sort of humiliation that had the heat inside her growing ever-hotter. Him requesting this only made her ache more, grow closer to that place where she might soar.
“May I come… Your Grace?”
Using his title had Alexander’s eyes darkening as he choked on a groan. She used it so sweetly, so misleadingly innocent. He nodded.
“Reach it with me, my wife.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
He did not stop his thrusting, and moments later, Madeleine shouted her pleasure as her body shuddered and she felt that pressure give way to a blissful shattering of herself.
Alexander watched every moment of it, his hair slick with exertion. His eyes were hooded as he watched her fall apart in his arms before his stomach tightened and he called out her name.
“Madeleine,” he growled, and then his hips pressed to hers once more before falling still as he let out a final gasp.
He collapsed next to her, and she turned in his arms to face him. A flush covered his usually stoic face, and a small smile lingered on his lips. His eyes were closed but the second they opened, the smile disappeared.
Instead, he kissed her, deepening the kiss as he held her face.
“You are to be my ruin,” he told her.
Madeleine could not help the soft, breathless laugh she gave. “I… I did not think it could feel like that.”
“Indeed, it can. I promised you pleasure you could not imagine.”
Madeleine leaned over to peck his cheek, feeling intimate towards him.
“I wish to lie here, blissful and like this forever. I fear I may never want to do anything else ever again.” She frowned. “Though, I am quite hungry.”
Alexander paused, rising up on one arm, looking down at her. “I know where my cook hides chocolates she thinks I do not know about. Can I interest you in a late-night treat?”
“I believe I already had one,” she teased.
Her husband’s responding laughter was a sound she knew she would not forget.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Iconfess I did not think you would know how to prepare your own tea,” Madeleine said as Alexander set down two cups of tea in the parlor.
