Page 78 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
He lay between her legs, powerful and broad, a sea god come to shore to ravish her.
He licked over and over, flickering his tongue throughout her softest, wettest parts, and she cried out with each stroke. Her hips circled against his face, pulling him closer, as she lost herself to his pleasure.
He looked at her with those handsome eyes as he suckled, and Madeleine could not contain her shout as she chased her climax.
But before she could reach it, he pulled back, kissing her thigh and then her knee, before moving back to her thigh.
“Alexander—”
She moaned, cutting herself off, as he continued his ministrations on her entrance. His tongue sought her out, as if mapping her from the inside.
He moaned into her body, the wet noises from his mouth, and the slap of the water against their skin, all of it making Madeleine lose herself. Headiness swirled through her, balling heat in her gut.
Behind him, the sun set below the sea line, and she could not believe how, as the sun set the horizon aflame, Alexander set Madeleine aflame just as well.
Her hips bucked against his face, and her skin stung with the rough brush of his beard against her soft skin, but she did not care. She craved and craved, and her husband willingly gave.
“Please, do not stop,” she begged.
But he did—of course he did, for he loved to rile her up, did he not?
He met her gaze, smirking as he pulled away from her. But it was only to shift further up her body, pressing into her as they had joined already several times throughout the night.
He slid into her like he belonged there, as if she was the very place for which he was always meant to fit.
The notion was… odd. Terrifying, even. And yet, at its foundation, there was so much tenderness in knowing that.
“Madeleine,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to hers.
He tangled one hand in her hair, soaked from the shore’s kiss. He himself glistened with water, and she welcomed the sway of the waves, for Alexander timed his thrusts with it. It was slow, languid, utterly thorough to keep her on the edge of her pleasure until he was close enough to join with her.
“Take me,” she breathed. “Take me. I am yours.”
“Say it again,” he told her, his breathing labored as he drove into her again, a rhythmic demand of desire and heat.
“Alexander, I am yours.”
She barely took another breath before his mouth captured hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. She opened up to him, feeling his thrusts speed up, his hips snapping against hers and slapping against the shore.
“Come for me,” he told her, linking his fingers through hers.
She nodded, her whines spilling free as their hands interlaced, him pressing her harder into the sand.
Madeleine’s back arched, her cry of pleasure tearing from her throat as she flew off the edge of pleasure, falling into her climax. Alexander held her through every moment of it before he quickly followed her with a loud groan and growl of her name.
His hips snapped once, twice, before he slowed down, gently ebbing away as they shivered with the aftermath.
When he pulled free, he helped her up.
“And now,” he murmured, taking her mouth to his once again, “let us bathe. It’ll be dark soon. Do you still wish to remain outside with a dangerous man like me?”
As Madeleine looked at her husband, at the way the shadows played with his features, and the lanterns grew brighter against the impending darkness, she knew her choice.
“I am safe with nobody but you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
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