Page 93 of The Duke's Forbidden Bride
“I would not dream of keeping her any other way.” Theodore acknowledged his concern regardless, and Charlotte rushed off to find her aunt.
As soon as the three of them left, and the door closed with a resoundingthud, Spencer was on Eleanor, pressing her into the settee, his mouth already on hers.
“You have been giving me those hungry looks ever since you entered the sunroom,” he growled against her mouth, pulling back to run his eyes over her face. He thumbed at her lower lip, cocking his head. “Care to explain why?”
“Simplyyou,” Eleanor breathed, her chest rising, her legs already parting for him. “I enjoy you in the color you are wearing.”
She smoothed her hand over his dark, copper tailcoat, so dark it was almost rust-colored.
Spencer truly did not wear colors often, and everything else about his attire was dark, but the color of his coat brought out his eyes and accentuated the copper in his hair.
“Do you know how I enjoy you?” he murmured between kissing the lobe of her ear and the shell. “I enjoy you in fine gowns and simple gowns. I enjoy you when you first wake up and your eyes can barely open in the sunlight. I enjoy you when you are naked in my bed or your own, and I enjoy you when you cry out for me in the throes of desire.”
He pulled back, not taking his eyes off her as he lowered himself to his knees. He smirked at her, pulling her skirts up her legs until her thighs were exposed. Her heart jumped, as it always did when he spoke like that or looked at her the way he was doing now.
Her fingers found their usual home in his thick hair.
His mouth grazed the inside of her knee. He didn’t kiss her. No. Hebither. His teeth caught skin, tugging it up so he could suck on it.
Eleanor gasped as the sting of it zapped to her core. She had not expected it. He had nipped her neck before, but it was nothing like this.
Nothing like the searing heat that spread across her skin.
“Your legs are not tanned from the sun,” Spencer noted. “It is perhaps the only place I can do this. Even your breasts, as much as I wish to mark them, could be a risky place. I do so like the thought of marking you in such a way.”
He hummed against her skin.
“My… my breasts?” she whispered incredulously.
Spencer nodded, reaching up a hand to fondle one. She moaned softly as he found her peak, tucked beneath the neckline of her dress. And then he bit her inner thigh just like he had done to her knee. He pinched her nipple, bit her thighs, and before he even pressed his covered length against her as he surged up to kiss her, she was soaked and trembling.
“You react so beautifully,” he praised, cupping her face. She tilted her face up to kiss him, but he pulled back with a low laugh. “Now, here is what I wish to do. I want you to go to my chamber, and I want to see this pretty gown pooled on thefloor. I want you ready for me to enter you, for I cannot wait. Not with those hungry looks you have been torturing me with all afternoon. Once I enter you, Eleanor, you are going to tell me how you would describe me. You seemed to want to chime in earlier, so you will humor me now. In turn, I will do the same.”
His eyes danced with the suggestion of the foolish game, knowing they each tried to distract one another to see who could keep their focus when intimate.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“I ought to tell you the other rule. For every description I disagree with, you might find yourself needing to beg for your release a moment longer. Toy with me, Eleanor, and I will keep you teetering on the edge of pleasure, drowning enough to lose your wits but never quite shattering.”
His expression was utterly devious, and Eleanor could only pant eagerly into another kiss, crushing her mouth to his as her hands scrabbled for his face.
He groaned into her mouth, his tongue dominating hers. Her body simmered—no, no, she was long past simmering now. Her body was a ravaging wildfire, burning everything in the wake of passion dangled above her so tantalizingly.
Soon enough, she parted from him to follow his orders. Nerves rang through her as she hurried upstairs, aware of his confident, stalking strides. Her hands shook once she shut herself in his chamber, already pushing down the sleeves of her simple gown and unlacing the back.
She was naked with barely a second to spare before he entered, his shirt already open. The look in his eyes was positively sinful.
“Lift your hands to the bedpost,” he instructed. “Last time, I went easy on you. This time, I do not think I will indulge you for so long. I ache for you, Eleanor.”
Her angle only let her see so far, but the dark promise was enough. And then Spencer was there, hisbreeches off, his thick length pressed between her legs. She trembled as he slid himself through her folds, finding her as wet as she knew she would be.
“You do love this, do you not?”
His murmur sent more shivers down her spine as his teeth nipped a spot just below her shoulder. His hands smoothed over her back, finding every ridge and curve, every dip and fold.
