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“Y-yes, Your Grace,” she muttered as the formality sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
Her senses were consumed with a kaleidoscope of colors, her entire body overcome with sensations. Felix grunted as he repeatedly thrust into her, his hand occasionally coming down hard on her backside.
Eloise squirmed as her groin contracted and tightened by the second. She clenched herself around his throbbing hardness, arching her back, and lifted her hips, so he could drive himself more deeply into her wet recess.
“Yes, that’s it, darling. Offer yourself to me,” he said under his breath, his words sending even more delicious tingling sensations all over her.
Felix reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. She yelped in surprise as he yanked her head back, but it was the frenetic pull she had needed to send her over the edge, into the yawning cavity of ecstasy for which she had been searching.
“Come for me, Eloise. Let go,” he whispered in her ear, and almost hypnotized, she gave in, her whole body pulsing with bliss around his manhood.
Felix drove into her one last time then pulled out, spilling his seed across her bare back with a moan that made her eyes roll back in her head. God, even the sounds he made gave her pleasure.
“Good girl,” he said, giving her a final tap on the backside for good measure.
She heard the swish of his trousers as he pulled them up and buckled them.
“Now get up,” he added, “Sort out your gown and your hair. We ought to rejoin the ball.”
Chapter Thirty
The following morning, Eloise woke to the soft warmth of sunlight streaming through the damask drapes, casting a golden glow over the room?—
Felix’sroom.
She shifted, stretching in the tangled sheets, savoring the delicious ache that reminded her of their previous night together. Felix’s arms had been around her as she had fallen asleep, and the memory filled her with a glow of warmth and belonging.
A light knock at the door made her sit up, clutching the sheet around herself.
To her surprise, Felix entered, his hair tousled, holding a tray laden with silver-domed dishes, tea, and fresh fruit. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he set the tray downbeside her, the scent of freshly baked rolls and warm tea filling the air.
“Good morning, Duchess,” he said with a smirk, echoing her title with playful formality.
Eloise raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter. “Good morning,” she replied, eyeing the tray.
“I thought it best if I brought breakfast to you,” he said as if reading her mind. “Lest the servants start gossiping.”
Eloise giggled, letting the sheet around her drop. She already felt entirely relaxed, beautiful, and desired in his presence.
“I must say,” she said, “I did not expect to see you before noon.”
Felix chuckled, settling himself beside her on the bed, his arm brushing against her shoulder as he removed the lids from the dishes.
“Consider it an unexpected gesture of goodwill,” he teased, lifting a fresh roll and tearing it in half before handing her a piece. “After all, it is not every day I join a beautiful woman for breakfast in bed.”
Eloise accepted the roll, her fingers grazing his. She couldn’t stop the small, contented smile that spread across her face.
“Are you telling me that you’ve never indulged in breakfast in bed, Felix?” she asked, her voice light with amusement.
He shrugged, pouring them each a cup of tea. “I suppose I have simply never had the right company to make it worthwhile,” he replied. He looked up at her with genuine warmth. “Or perhaps you broke me last night.”
“Ibrokeyou?” She raised her eyebrows and laughed. “I am amazed I am still in one piece after the way you ravaged me. Consequences indeed.”
He looked at her with that same lasciviousness as the night before, though now it was blended with something more than just pure lust.
“It is entirely your own fault for being so delectably irresistible,” he replied.
They settled into a comfortable rhythm, the clink of cups and plates the only sound in the room. Felix reached for a plate of sliced peaches, lifting one to her lips. She opened her mouth, taking the fruit from his fingers, and his eyes sparkled as he watched her chew.
