Page 114 of A Scottish Bride for the Duke
“Please what, wife?”
“Touch me.”
“Ah, but I am already touching you.”
“Ye know what I mean.”
“Mm. I think you should tell me.” He dragged his teeth lightly against the stiff bud of her nipple, and her breath caught. “In detail.”
“Adrian—”
“I have been without you for over a week, and I won’t stand for it any longer.”
She threaded her fingers in his hair and widened her legs still further, letting him see the slick flesh that waited under her soft curls. He had intended to tease her further, but he was just a man, and this was a temptation too far.
“Use yer tongue,” she gasped.
“My tongue?” He licked across her other nipple. “I am doing so already.”
“Ye know what I mean.”
“You keep saying that.” He let his finger brush through the damp hair at the apex of her legs, and she shuddered.
“If you don’t tell me what you want in explicit detail, Isobel, I am going to do precisely what I want. Which involves you begging. Which involves denying you until you are a soaked mess underneath me, desperate for the feel of me inside you.”
He hovered over her face, meeting her gaze so she knew he was utterly serious. If there was one thing he had no intention of joking about, it was the matter of their pleasure. “I’ve been denying us both long enough.”
“Not all that long,” she muttered, but the flush in her cheeks belied her words. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Desire. He had never concerned himself with how much his lovers wanted him—they had wanted himenough, and he had never been especially wild for them, either. It was merely an itch to be scratched. But with Isobel, his desire felt like madness. As though he would lose himself entirely if he couldn’t have her.
“So?” he prompted. “What do you want?”
And his Isobel, his beautiful wife, raised her chin. “I want yer head between my legs,” she told him, bold as the new day, and far more stunning. “And I want ye to lick me until I shatter.”
“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her lips then moved to obey her commands.
There would be other times when he would tie her to the bedposts and have his way with her, but this was not one of those times.
Today, he would sacrifice everything for her pleasure, and he would let her choose the way in which it happened—so long as she told him what she wanted.
The first taste of her was heaven. He found the nub of her pleasure and suckled, wrapping a hand around her waist to hold her down.
He loved the way she wiggled underneath him. Adored her tiny gasping moans. She was so slick that she left her nectar across his face, but he didn’t stop. He wanted to ravage her so successfully, she lost her voice, lost her mind, succumbed to the same madness that had him in its grasp.
Her breaths grew heavier and deeper, her body tensing as she approached her climax.
He inserted a finger inside her, preparing the way for himself for later. She tightened around him, her inner walls fluttering, and it would take her very little to sink over the edge.
His hips moved almost against his own will, pressing against the bed and seeking friction. Although he’d had the pleasure of his hand in the time they’d been apart, it had felt almost like a betrayal of their vows, and he was so highly strung that he thought he might spill before he ever made his way inside her.
Her head flung back and her back arched, and he flicked his tongue one last time as she shattered. Waves and waves of pleasure that he felt moving through her body almost as though they moved through his own. Though his own pleasure spiked, and he was alarmingly concerned he might find his own release too quickly, he kept working her through it, until she finally went limp, wrung out.
He climbed back up her body, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and kissed her gently. She looked at him with luminous eyes, and if he had ever doubted the strength of her feelings for him, he could not have done then.
All her love shone from her face like the moon and stars, and it made his chest tighten in an entirely different way.
“I love you.” He kissed her cheek. “I love you.” Her nose. “I love you.” Her chin.
