Page 94 of The Duke's Forbidden Bride
“I do,” she confessed.
She could feel his smile against her skin as he pressed a tender kiss to the spot he had just bitten. Another tremor went through her at the thought of a mark forming. Perhaps she should notlike it, but when something was delivered for pleasure only, with no foul or harmful intentions, why should she not enjoy it?
Spencer was opening her eyes to a world she had never known she could be part of. Pleasure and deliverance, worship so different from the sort that had been drilled into her for three years.
The tip of his length pressed into her folds, and she inhaled sharply. He had entered like that several times now, but she always braced herself.
“Describe me,” he prompted, reminding her of their game.
Right as Eleanor answered, he entered her in one, long thrust. The word came out in a cracked voice. “Powerful.”
She waited for the pause, the discontent he may have feigned, but he only kept his hips flush against her backside, letting her adjust to his size.
“Go on,” he said, his voice growing thinner.
“Affected,” she answered mischievously. “You try to maintain your composure, but I hear how even just the sight of me, our first touch every time we are intimate, undoes you.”
He gave a low hum of amusement. “Is that so?”
“Indeed,” she breathed.
“You have earned yourself a minute of begging,” he warned.
Eleanor pretended to be annoyed, but really, she wished to know how much more intense her climax could be if he denied her over and over.
“Are you afraid to admit that I undo you?”
“I have already confessed that you do,” he reminded her, gripping her hips.
Eleanor paused. “You have not.”
“I have.” But then he caught himself.
Eleanor’s core tightened at the realization that she was very right in her assessment. That he himself had thought it long before she had.
“I believe—” Her smart words broke off into another moan as he began to move. “I believe I am owed more orgasms if I best you.”
“Best me?” His laugh was breathless as he pressed closer to her, folding himself around her. He grabbed her wrists and moved her arms above her head.
Her front was pressed to the sheets, but then he paused.
“Straddle me,” he told her. “I wish to see your face.”
“Does that mean I am right?” Eleanor laughed, her body aching as he moved her without pulling out, still nestled in her heat.
“It means I am already half mad with desire and no longer care for my own foolish game,” he growled, letting her drop onto his length.
Eleanor gave a sharp cry of pleasure, tossing her head back as the angle allowed him to slide deeper inside her.
“Heavens,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, but a harsh sting on her breast had her stiffening.
“Eyes on me, Eleanor,” Spencer ordered, smirking when she could barely peel her eyes open, heavy with need.
She planted her hands on his chest and moaned softly at the feel of hard muscles beneath her, supporting her weight as she leaned into him. Her backside rose and fell, allowing for his length to slide in and out of her.
For now, he let her have the illusion that she could take whatshewanted, but in truth, Eleanor enjoyed the command he had over their intimacy. She liked being guided and told what to do.
Her head fell forward, and he quickly fisted his hand in her hair. He put the other on her hip to slam her down onto him over and over, hitting an angle that had her seeing stars.
