Page 49 of Wedded to the Forbidden Duke
She tried to buck her hips up into the movement, but with his arms around her legs and his hands gripping her thighs, he was able to stop the movement with ease.
“Where do you think you are going?” he said, pausing only briefly from his current task, so that she felt the words vibrate against her and reverberate all the way up through her body.
“More,” she said breathlessly. “I need more.”
“Oh, so now I am not allowed to tease you?” He chuckled against her, and she moaned again, louder than before. “I should think, after your little performance tonight, that you would welcome having your behavior reciprocated in kind.”
“Oh, come off it,” she said, snarky even as her voice shook from pleasure. “You were teasing me every bit as much as I teased you. You know how to play this game much better than I do, my lord.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.” He pressed a kiss to one thigh, and then the other, before licking her core again. “I seek only to remind you of that fact, my lady. To quote yourself: I do not seek out games I do not intend to win.”
In spite of her breathlessness, Cecilia scoffed. “I only said that you were more experienced. I do not recall ever ceding victory,” she said indignantly.
Ian smiled. “Not yet,” he corrected her. “But have no doubt, II will have you begging in surrender by the time the night is done.”
With that, he set to his mission once more with aplomb.
Using every bit of those dexterous fingers and experienced tongue, he played upon her body with all the ease of a master musician playing pianoforte. The sensations built within her. His mouth held fast on her. His fingers, moving and curling to hit every sensitive spot within her. His other hand, roaming her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake wherever he explored, running a thumb across her breast to tease at her peaked nipple.
Holding her hand, when she reached down in search of something to grab onto.
When she was so close to reaching her peak, she squeezed his hand tighter. “Wait,” she said. She almost hated herself for saying it, but it felt important. There was something she wanted even more.
He raised his head. The sight of him in the candlelight, looking wild and almost as dazed as she felt, a slick smile cutting across that darkly handsome face, nearly brought her past the edge just to look at him. “What is it?”
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said.
Still holding her gaze, he slipped two fingers inside her, pressing them once again at the spot that had her toes curling. “I am inside you.”
She shook her head, though her hips twitched with pleasure. Her thighs trembled with the effort of holding back her climax, after having been brought so close. “You know what I meant.”
“Perhaps I would know better if you were to ask nicely,” he said, his tone teasing, verging on cruel. Not truly cruel, but playfully so. “Perhaps I would know better if you were to beg like a good girl.”
Her heart beat in her chest, spite warring with lust as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her. “I have told you, I will not beg.”
“And I have told you… You will.” He leaned down, and pressed another kiss to her inner thigh, still not looking away from her all the while. “Of course, if you do not wish to yield, I suppose we could stop for the night.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “You would not.”
“Oh, I assure you, I would.” He kissed her other thigh, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there. “After all, what was it you said this morning? Ah, yes—we have all the time in the world to indulge in the marital act. And a thing is often sweeter to havefor the time you spent wishing for it, no? Delayed gratification, sweet wife.”
“How dare you.” She couldn’t help but sound impressed as she said it, however begrudgingly. To hear him parrot her words back at her like that—to know he had been truly listening to her—stoked higher still the twin flames of lust and frustration. “You cannot truly mean to deny me when we have come this far.”
“Can’t I?” He hooked his arms beneath her legs more firmly. “If that is the case, then I will simply need to find some other way to punish you for your earlier mischief.”
“And how exactly do you plan to—oh!” Cecilia exclaimed as she was flipped onto her stomach. Ian left from between her legs and sat up; she felt the bed shift beneath her as he moved them both so that he was sitting upright, and she was draped across his lap, her bare backside open to the air.
There was a sharp, delicious impact against her bottom. She nearly jumped at the unexpectedness of it, then squirmed against his lap when he rubbed his palm soothingly against the stinging stretch of skin.
She noticed with pleasure his sharp intake of breath at her movement. She shifted again, being sure to press her hip against the still hard length of his manhood.
“Are you trying to earn another punishment already?” he asked, trying badly to hide his lust with amused condescension. “We have barely even begun the first.”
“I have no idea to what you are referring, my lord,” she said sweetly, before repeating the movement once more, smiling to herself as he gritted his teeth.
“Then perhaps I shall have to make myself clearer,” he growled.
When he spanked her again, it was hard enough to make her yelp, with pleasure as much as with pain.
