Page 62 of Claimed By Her Forbidden Duke
“May I touch you, Penelope?” Edmund asked once again.
Despite the heat simmering in her veins, Penelope softened at his tone.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Do you ache for me?” His mouth found the soft line of her jaw, pressing a kiss there.
His wordswere barely a murmur, pitched low, making her shiver. He kissed his way down her neck, his lips as soft as a butterfly’s wings.
“Do you, like I ache for you?”
“I do,” she breathed, her chest tight.
Arousal coursed through her as his fingers began to move, not inside her, not breaching yet, but simply exploring her folds. Mapping his way around the damp heat that betrayed her desperation.
“Please—please, Edmund, I need you. I have needed you for the longest time.”
“And you will have me,” he told her, his teeth pressed to the low neckline of her dress a moment before he swept his mouth over her skin, leaving a hot, wet trail.
Before she could beg again, he dipped a finger into her heat, and she bucked back against the bookcase at the intrusion. It was strange, and yet not. She had done such things to herself at her friends’ suggestion over the years, but to have a man do it…
Her breath caught as he slid his finger deeper into her, far longer than hers were, with his knuckles serving as ridges that caressed her internally. Penelope let out a shaky moan when he slipped it in far enough that he could snugly cup her with his palm, grinding against her for more friction.
“E-Edmund,” she moaned again, and she felt him shudder at the way she brokenly said his name.
He pulled out, only to slide right back into her again, slowly at first. But the more her hips searched for more of the pleasurable feeling, the faster he went.
“You are doing so excellently for me,” he told her, and the praise only made her tighten her grip on his shoulders. “See how well you take just one finger. Imagine when you take everything else I give you.”
“Oh, Heavens,” she groaned at the thought.
He pressed himself between her legs, and as he’d distracted her with his words, he slipped a second finger into her. His hand rolled over her heat, a rhythm that wasn’t agonizingly slow nor too fast. One that made her head spin and her breath catch. Her hand slid down his broad shoulder to his forearm as she clutched him.
“You are beautiful,” he told her, his fingers curling into her. “Beautiful.I will not hear you refute it.”
“And—and if I do?” she gasped as he sped up his thrusts.
“Then you shall discover how rough I can be,” he told her. “I can deliver a hard lesson as well as a pleasurable one.”
The thought had her moaning softly again, hoping that while she couldn’t hear the music from the ballroom, nobody would hear her either.
“Eyes on me, Penelope,” he told her, and she realized she’d closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep quiet. “The music will drown you out.”
“It will not,” she panted, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure wracking her body.
And Edmund knew how to work her so thoroughly that she could scarcely breathe or care how indecent she must have looked. Cornered by him, her back pressed against the bookcase, and him standing between her parted legs, with her dress around her hips. Thinking about the position made her head spin.
Her noises spilled out beneath his knowing hand, his digits finding every spot inside her that even she did not know about. The stimulation doused her in flames, and her hips moved at their own pace, rolling and seeking more. Penelope felt so full that it was impossible to think of howbigEdmund’s manhood would feel.
“You sound heavenly,” he told her, his voice low and rough.
His fingers didn’t relent, not even for a moment, and there was a pressure gently tugging on her, building with each thrust. Her breaths were no longer short and shallow, but heavier, needier. Something ragged and desperate. Edmund’s eyes fixed on her, coaxing her closer to the edge with the curl and spread of his fingers.
“There is something delectable about hearing a woman claim to be a good lady of the ton, that she is innocent, yet she comes undone so beautifully like this.”
“Edmund.”
The way he spoke, so attractively taunting, went straight to her core, and she rocked against him, seeking more friction. It only made him smirk as he claimed her mouth with another bruising kiss.
