Page 64 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
“I am ready,” she whispered.
“Are you now?” Lucien quirked an eyebrow, his lips twitching with amusement. “And you would have me claim you right here, in the hallway?”
Inch by inch, his hand slid up her thigh, pushing her nightgown higher. Edwina’s face burned, her breaths short.
Every gasp and moment was soaked in need, in anticipation.
Lucien rolled his hips against her mound, and her legs quivered at the feel of him straining against his breeches. She reached for him, her palm pressing against his torso, feeling every muscle flex beneath her touch.
“When I claim you fully, my wife,” he purred, his lips grazing the edge of her cheekbone, “it will be in my bed, where I will be ableto keep your scent in my sheets long after you have let me drive you to completion over and over.”
He closed his eyes, nosing at the spots on her neck that smelled of jasmine.
He likes it, she realized.
Edwina tilted her head back, giving him better access, feeling him groan against her skin as he chased the scent. He lost himself—his hips ground wildly against hers, the motion almost bruising yet utterly welcome. She gasped, tightening her leg around his waist.
“And what about now?” she asked. “Do not tease me so by sending me back to my chambers again.”
Barely a moment passed before Edwina found her front pressed against the wall, and Lucien put his hands on her hips. He gave a low, warning growl as he parted her legs with his own.
“I would not dream of it,” he murmured.
Her wits scattered in the air as he slowly bunched up her nightgown in his hand, only to slide his other one underneath it. She pressed back, aching for him—aching forsomething.The very thing she had craved since that day in the parlor.
Her breath caught as his fingers slid higher and higher until they brushed her soft inner thigh.
“And if I touch you here,” he murmured, nipping the back of her shoulder, “will you be satisfied?”
Before Edwina could answer, his fingers slid against her heat. Her breath left her in a gasp, and without quite knowing what she was doing, she ground her hips back against him.
“Heavens, you are soaked,” he muttered in awe.
“Did you think I was fooling you this whole time?” she asked, pushing back against his hand.
“I just… I did not think you?—”
“I do,” she cut him off.
Without warning, his hand was in her loose hair, tugging her head back. His mouth slanted over hers as a rough noise tore from his throat, right as one finger slid into her. Edwina fought to control her breathing, her body, the raging desire that threatened to burn everything—including her sensibilities.
“Oh, Heavens,” she breathed into his mouth as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her, only to repeat the motion.
Her forehead was pressed to the wall as she scrabbled for purchase, for anything to hold on to. It pushed her backside further against Lucien, and he cupped her boldly as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her heat, drawing it out as much as he wished, until she could barely keep quiet.
“I want to hear you,” he told her. “I am the Duke of Stormhold, and you are my Duchess. Do you truly think I care if we are heard?”
“It… It is improper,” she moaned as he slid another finger into her.
A choked noise tore out of her, and heat that she did not know could feel this good shot through her. Her entire body was trembling, unbearably hot, and if she had not been pinned between her husband’s body and the wall, she would have wilted to the ground already.
“What is improper,wife, is how easily you spread yourself open for me.”
Edwina realized that she had, indeed. Her legs were parted, and her back was arched to allow him better access to her core.
“Do you enjoy having your husband’s fingers pleasuring you so?” he demanded, the palm of his hand grinding against her mound.
She was losing herself, spiraling into a pleasure she had not known existed. Being like this, being taken apart in such a way, was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
