Page 84 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
Suddenly, she had the thought of sitting astride him, looking down on him as he gazed up at her. The thought lingered, curling through her in a warm sensation, as surely as his fingers did.
“I wish,” she gasped, as he did not slow his ministrations. “I wish to be lowered onto you, to sit in your lap and be taken in that way.”
Lucien’s fingers slowly came to a stop before he pulled them out. When she turned her head to look at him, he was already making quick work of the buttons and fastenings on his clothes and taking them off.
There would be moments when she could indulge in the vulnerability of having him take her while he remained clothed.
“I would have kept myself dressed,” he said, noting how she watched each new bared inch of him. “But I recall just how glorious those sharp nails of yours felt, and I would be doing myself a disservice if I did not experience that pleasurable pain again.”
“Oh.”
Realization struck Edwina for a moment. She had not thought that he may have enjoyed that. Just as she had enjoyed being pinned and restrained by him. She thought of the way he had slapped her thigh lightly in the carriage, how it had sent a spark of pleasure through her.
Perhaps she did understand, after all.
“Yes,” he purred. “Oh.”
With that, he tore off his shirt and threw it on the floor, leaving himself as naked as she was.
Edwina straightened, her eyes roving over him. Biting her lip, she took in the beard that had scratched between her thighs, the thick throat that sloped into broad shoulders, the lines of hard muscle rippling down his torso, and the arms that she wished to dig her fingernails into, to see just how well he might take everything she threw at him in the intimacy of his chambers.
And then her eyes fell on his thighs, thicker than her own but corded with muscle, and the length hanging between them. He stood at full mast, and Edwina’s throat went dry. He was thick there, too, as she should have expected. A pearly liquid she had not seen before beaded on the tip.
Her face reddened as she lifted her gaze to his, finding a smirk on his face. “You are…” She swallowed. “You are aroused.”
“As are you.”
“You were pleasuring me,” she countered feebly, her head spinning. “I… I did nothing in return, and yet?—”
“Some men derive great pleasure from seeing their wives satisfied,” he said, taking hold of her hips. “I am such a man. Your noises, your reactions… they’re almost as great as release itself.”
“You are… you arebig,” she whispered, wondering how he might fit inside her and whether she could truly take him.
But Lucien only laughed under his breath and pulled her down with him. Surprised, Edwina let out a cry, only to find her thighs parted on either side of his hips, his length nestled against her stomach. Her core clenched, aching to be filled, knowing what she would soon have.
“And you shall take me,” he murmured, pulling her face to his.
He kissed her, and she could not help but groan against his lips, leaning into him. Her hips rose, trying to seek some sort of relief despite the attention she had been showered with. She moaned softly into his mouth as his hard, hot length prodded her entrance.
Her knees pressed into the rug beneath them, the chenille soft beneath her skin. Like this,shefelt in control, and the knowledge that the Duke simply held her hips and allowed her to have this moment made something well up in her chest that she filed away for later.
“I shall guide you,” he told her, his mouth against hers, “but let your body guide you as well. Let it claim what it wants.”
“I want you,” she whispered, catching his lower lip between her teeth, sucking her way back into his mouth so her tongue met his.
It was a feverish kiss as her hips rolled faster. Each jerk against him got harder, more demanding, as she sought to lower herself onto him.
And then the tip of his length caught just inside her folds. Edwina gasped sharply even at that first, small joining. Lucien groaned into her mouth as her core fluttered, not knowing what to do with such a thing.
“More,” she demanded, trying to buck down.
“Slowly,” Lucien grunted, slapping her backside.
Edwina jolted, a broken moan slipping free. But she heeded his words and slowly let him slide inside her. She keened, her sounds rising in pitch, ragged and desperate, until he was finally seated within her.
And when he was, she exhaled sharply, moaning as she fell against his chest. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Heavens,” Edwina moaned, her body shuddering at the fullness, the pleasure wracking her.
