Page 82 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
His kisses moved to her inner thighs, keeping her teetering on the precipice of release. Edwina half-feared that moment when she would fall, wondering how shattering her climax might be this time after weakening her greatly in the hallway and making her writhe on his fingers.
Lucien’s voice was quiet as he pulled back. “I have never been a man to honor my greed, but oh, you, Edwina… you make me wish to take, and take, over and over. To wring climaxes from you that would make you scream out loud and wake up the entire countryside. I wish to have you in my bed, my arms, at every chance. So, when it concerns my greed and you, then yes, I admit that I am a greedy man.”
It was strange how a man so cold and reserved, so utterly in control of himself, could be undone by this. Byher.
The power surged through Edwina as she sought more pleasure from his mouth.
“As much as I want to wring every last climax from you,” he murmured, his mouth brushing the inside of her thigh and the curve of her knee, “I do not want you exhausted by the time I take you to my chambers. But do not mistake me for a man who will leave you wanting, Edwina. I will see you thoroughly satisfied soon enough.”
Edwina flushed with embarrassment, knowing he was recalling her weakened state the first time he had brought her to such a height. “I can handle it.”
“Can you?” Lucien smirked at her as his thumb slowly slid over her bundle of nerves.
Edwina quivered, letting out a moan. A bolt of heat shot to her core. Her legs were already trembling when Lucien lowered them.
“Let me take you to my bed. Let me show you how we might spend every waking minute if it pleases you.”
There was a wicked glint in his eyes, and she laughed breathlessly.
“Every waking minute? The fiercely in-control Duke of Stormhold would abandon his dukedom to make love to his wife?”
Lucien’s eyes darkened as he leaned in, grinding his hips against hers. She could feel how affected he was by pleasuring her, and that realization, when she had not even touched him, made her shiver.
“With you, Edwina, I barely control myself.”
Hand in his, they crossed the threshold of Lucien’s room. Edwina had not been in there since her attempt to seduce him on their wedding night. Back then, she was awkward, fumbling. Butnow, as his mouth crashed against hers, hungry and insistent, she felt anything but.
Lucien’s hands were already gliding up the skirt of her dress, bunching up the fabric, as if he yearned to slide into her fully right there and then while standing in the center of his room.
But he pulled back, his breathing already ragged. His eyes were heavy and dark with need. “I will go slow. I will ensure that you are not hurt, Edwina, and?—”
“Lucien.” Her voice was bolder than it had ever been before when it concerned matters of the marriage bed. “Allow yourself to lose control. Let yourself loosen the grip you have on it.” She closed the gap between them, tilting her head back so she could meet his eyes. “Meet with me beneath the sheets as husband and wife. Unleash yourself.”
Lucien’s throat bobbed around a swallow. Slowly, he nodded, and she smiled indulgently at him—until her wrists were pinned behind her back and he pressed himself against hers.
“Brace yourself on the bed, and allow me to bare you fully,” he commanded, his voice low.
Edwina’s breath caught. A flare of nerves zapped through her as she nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
But before she could move, Lucien kissed her neck, his tongue gliding over her heated skin. He groaned, the soundreverberating through her neck, and she pressed herself further against him.
His chambers were wide, lit dimly by the moonlight beyond the large window, and she could only imagine all of the places he might take her—the desk, perhaps the window. Perhaps she would be pressed against the wall or the door, with a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Edwina shivered before she moved to the bedpost on trembling legs. Putting both hands in front of her, she braced herself so her backside was presented to him, hidden beneath the layers of her dress.
The growl that her husband let out as she arched her back, trying to entice him closer, went straight to her core. And then his hands were on her hips, sliding up to the laces on the back of her dress. Slowly, almost tenderly, he undid them, loosening the dress’s tight hold on her.
When the cold, night air finally kissed her spine, quickly followed by Lucien’s warm mouth, Edwina found herself aching.
“The thought of—” She broke off as she felt the light drag of teeth over her shoulder blade.
Lucien kissed the back of her shoulder. “Hm?”
It took her a second to gather her distracted thoughts. “The thought of you baring me… while you yourself are not naked should not excite me as much as it does.”
“It is about power,” he told her, his knuckles brushing down her lower back, venturing just far enough that her thighs clenched in anticipation before he pushed the sleeves of her dress down her arms.
He found more excuses to touch her, to feel her skin beneath his hands, and she felt inebriated by it.
