Page 107 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
Lucien’s lips curled into a smile as he stroked his thumb over her cheek. She leaned into his palm, smiling right back.
He walked her backward, further and further into the room, until her back hit the wall, and she saw that usual smirk tug at his mouth.
“I have missed doing this,” he murmured.
“Doing what?” she whispered as his thumb pulled on her lower lip.
“This,” he told her, and then his mouth descended on hers, claiming her with a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.
It was a kiss for every day they had spent apart, a kiss to smooth over the words they had exchanged and would exchange when they had both rested.
But for now, all Edwina wished for was to be close to her husband once again.
“Is that all you have missed?” she gasped, keeping her voice as quiet as she could as he cupped her face, angling her head so he could kiss down her neck.
“Heavens, no,” Lucien muttered, tugging down her bodice. “I have missed this.”
He went down on his knees and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her breasts, which he bared just enough to do that.
“And this.” He suckled on a nipple for a moment before he leaned back on his heels and stood up, pressing her against the wall. “And I have missed this.”
With a quirk of his eyebrow, he spun her around and ground his crotch against her backside.
“Well?” he murmured, his hands splaying over her backside, spreading her, lifting her skirts. “Have you missed such a thing?”
“Desperately,” Edwina whispered.
Lucien chuckled, pressing another kiss to one of her favorite spots—the nape of her neck. She leaned back into him, arching her back as he rolled his hips against hers and freed his length from the confines of his breeches. She gasped softly at the feel of him nudging her entrance.
And when he finally slid into her, she let him cover her mouth with his hand to muffle her sounds.
“You have always been a terribly noisy thing, have you not?” he purred in her ear as he began to thrust into her. He groaned, the sound reverberating through her as he kissed her shoulder. “I have missed this awfully.”
Edwina clawed at the wall, rocking back until she was the one quickening their pace. There would be more chances to make slow love, but for now, she craved his roughness.
Her walls rippled as she drew him back into her with every thrust. Lucien thrust his hips forward, and she pushed back, and they found a rhythm.
“Oh—please,” she gasped, her hips rocking back as Lucien kept her flush against him, his own hips jerking slightly.
His hand grabbed her breasts, pinching and kneading, and Edwina could barely hold back her cries.
Their pleasure built—an ache between Edwina’s legs, a pressure in her sternum—and Lucien’s muffled, low groans only spurred her on.
“Ah—ah, Edwina,” he moaned quietly. “Come with me. I must—I cannot—Heavens, I have missed you.”
She enjoyed hearing him say that over and over.
“Let us never part from one another again,” he grunted, slamming into her so hard that she feared they would be heard.
She linked her fingers with his, right over her breast. “Never,” she swore. “I am yours, Lucien.”
And it was that declaration that had him toppling over the edge, and she followed close behind at the feel of his seed spilling into her. She gasped, her moans broken and high, as she writhed on his length, her back arching.
She shuddered through the aftermath of climax, until Lucien pulled out of her and tucked himself back into his breeches.
“I do not have a towel to clean you with,” he muttered, frowning. But then he turned her around, his wicked gaze meeting hers. “I do believe I shall have to resort to another method to clean you thoroughly.”
“Oh?” Edwina giggled, pulling him down for another kiss.
