Page 78 of His Forbidden Duchess
“What?”
“Sit on the chair with your skirt around your waist,” he said slowly and deliberately, “and show yourself to me.”
“Felix, I… No, I cannot. I…”
Felix leaned in, curling a finger beneath her chin and breathing onto her face. “We both know you are not the innocent maiden you pretend to be, wife. Now, do as I say, or I will leave you here, aching and unsatisfied.”
Slowly, without taking her eyes off him, she raised herself onto the chair, hitching up her skirt as she went.
“That is the way,” he said. “Place one foot on either side of the chair, knees bent.”
Eloise swallowed but did as she was told. To be so boldly on display for him both terrified and aroused her. The fact that she could hear the murmurs of the ball going on just beyond the door exhilarated her even more.
“Now show me,” he said, his eyes glimmering with a dark excitement.
She lowered her hands, caressing her own thighs, surprised by just how damp they had become. Her nerves had somehow disappeared, replaced by quiet confidence.
Felix’s eyes were now focused between her legs, his pleasure evident underneath his trousers. He gasped and shifted restlessly in his chair as she opened herself to him.
She watched as his careful, cool, controlled composure began to crumble and his desire slowly overtook him, emboldening her further.
“Is this what you like?” she asked, her breath rasping.
He nodded, sucking air between his teeth in a carnal hiss.
She pushed a finger inside herself as he had done a few days earlier. It was better, more alluring than it had been when she tried it alone. Having him watch her… It sparked something in her, something that drove her forward.
Because pleasuring herself was also pleasuring him.
And yet still, something was still missing.
“I would prefer if you helped,” she said, head tilted to one side, her index finger circling her nub.
With a roar of frustration, Felix launched himself from the sofa and landed on his knees between her open legs. Eloise gasped in surprise, but as he hooked her thighs around his shoulders, she removed her hands, allowing him complete access.
He dipped his head and lapped at her, drinking her in. Eloise threw her head back and groaned deeply, her need satisfied in seconds.
“Yes, Felix… Please… Don’t stop,” she moaned while shivers raked over her skin.
Her thighs tensed, and she trapped him between her legs, refusing to release him until she had reached the pinnacle of her climax. Only as her waves of pleasure ebbed did she let him go free.
She thought that she would be left to bask in the heady afterglow, but Felix did not give her a second to recover. He grabbed her by her upper arms and guided her toward the bed. She stumbled, her legs shaking from the force of her recent pleasure, and landed face down on the bed, her bare backside in the air.
Felix chuckled. “Good girl. That’s how I want you; I did not even have to instruct you.”
Eloise whimpered in response, unable to form words or even thoughts as she heard his trousers fall to the floor.
Somehow, he managed to undo all the lacings of her corset, and within seconds, he’d pulled both her dress and chemise over her head, leaving her completely bare to him.
He parted her roughly with his hand, feeling and spreading her heated, wet folds. He gave her another hard smack, making her yelp, and leaned over, his entire weight now on her.
“You had best get used to that,” he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck.
But the words did not register in Eloise’s mind. She could feel his rigid member urging, prodding and probing, his own moistness mingling with hers. He straightened, and with no further word or warning, he guided himself into her, rough and fast.
Eloise gasped. “Dear God, Felix!”
“Remember your manners,” he said as he rode her, pushing into her over and over, his hips slamming against her buttocks.
