Page 83 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
“It is about vulnerability, and the illusion that I am more in command simply because I am clothed.”
The dress finally slid down her frame, leaving her in her corset. Lucien’s fingers were already loosening the knots until her breasts were freed, and he leaned forward. His hands cupped her breasts from behind, his mouth at her earlobe.
“But,” he continued, “all you need to do isfeel, Edwina, and you shall find out that I am every bit as vulnerable as you are.”
His rough growl, combined with how he distractedly toyed with her nipples, as well as the thick length she could feel against the back of her thigh, had utterly undone her. Lucien’s hands were gentle at first, grasping and palming her breasts, drawing circles around her nipples, pinching the thick, puckered skin.
Edwina moaned, her head hanging down, her backside pressing further against his arousal.
“I need it,” she gasped. “I have—I have been patient.”
“You have,” he agreed, stroking a hand down her spine, going further until he could cup her buttcheeks.
He kneaded her flesh, his hands guiding her as though he was already inside her, rocking her back and forth. Edwina was already delirious with the phantom pleasure, able to feel every inch that was promised to her that night.
“And I have not.”
She let out a laugh, breathless and wanting. “Then have me. You’re stalling, husband.”
“My wife still has her honor,” he murmured. “I will not rush our first night together, no matter how wild the sight of you naked makes me.”
Edwina let out a keening sound, almost reduced to begging, wondering if that was his idea all along. To have her beg for pleasure, to have her let go of every shred of self-control she had held onto tightly, to set her pride aside and succumb?—
Two digits slid into her without warning, and she gasped, her body tightening. But Lucien’s other hand was still there, stroking her lower back.
“Relax, my Duchess,” he murmured. “Let me prepare you. I believe you shall need it, or would you like a reminder of my endowment?”
“Heavens,” Edwina moaned as he pushed his clothed arousal right against her, rutting against the apex of her thighs.
“Do you think you would be ready enough to take me without preparation?” he taunted her, laughing quietly.
He kissed the back of her neck as his fingers began sliding in and out of her, fast but gentle. She gasped and moaned as bolts of pleasure shot through her. Her thighs trembled from holding herself upright, from arching just so, and she could only lean forward, wantonly taking what he gave her.
“I asked you a question,” he reminded her with a hard thrust.
Edwina cried out, her legs spreading further. All she could focus on was that building heat in her core.
“I do not!” she moaned. “I do not think myself able to take it yet.”
“Is that because you enjoy my fingers too much?” he teased, spreading his fingers apart to stretch her further.
Edwina choked on another moan, desperate. The heat rolling through her body felt almost unbearable, and yet it was intoxicating. There was a fullness inside her that she could not imagine getting any more satisfying, and yet it would.
Based on the feel of Lucien’s length, it would.
She could sense him moving behind her, no longer rutting against the apex of her thighs. She felt him free his length, almost ready to enter her.
“How will you take me?” she asked.
“Ah, what a question,” he purred. “How would you like it, Edwina? Do you wish to look at me as I make love to you, and I shall have you on your back? Do you wish to have your backside raised in the air as I take my fill of your heat? Perhaps you prefer to sit in my lap, as you did in the parlor.”
She could hardly think properly, not while his fingers slid in and out of her, agonizingly slow yet deliciously attentive.
When she did not answer, Lucien curled his fingers inside her. “Answer me.”
Edwina could only moan, pressing back against him, her words and thoughts ceasing to exist. “I-I do not know!”
“I wish for you to choose,” he reiterated.
