Page 70 of Dare to Love a Duke
His climax leveled him, streaking through his entire body with the force of cannon fire. More sensation bloomed as she swallowed him down.
Only after the very last pulse tore through him did she move back. She did so with a smile, licking her lips and making sounds of gratification.
Though his bones felt made of India rubber, he managed to help her stand.
“I win tonight’s round,” she said huskily.
He pulled off his clothing, scattering it everywhere. “The night’s not over.”
She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t protest as he led her to the bed and lowered her to sit on the edge. When she made room for him to sit beside her, he shook his head and knelt before her. Gently, he placed his hands on her knees and urged them apart.
The stunned expression on her face turned wicked.
“Shall I keep going?” he asked.
“I’d perish if you didn’t.”
A satisfied smile curved his mouth. “We don’t want anyone perishing.”
He collected handfuls of her skirts, uncovering her legs. As inch by inch of her was revealed, he kissed her. Ankle, calf, knee. The heat of her skin burned through her stockings. He continued to go higher.
To his delight, her smooth bare thighs appeared over the tops of her garters. Again, she hadn’t worn drawers. He wasn’t the only one who’d anticipated this night.
Tom licked the skin of her inner thigh, then inhaled deeply as he scented her arousal. When he bared her quim, he made a sound he’d never heard himself make before, more suited to a wild creature than a civilized man.
But he wasn’t civilized now. He was primal and hungry and burning to devour her. To give her ecstasy.
“Fucking Christ almighty.” He could barely form words as he caressed her.
She was wet. So wet. His fingers were glossy with the evidence of her arousal. She mewled as he stroked her, and more sounds climbed up her throat as he traced her pussy and circled the tight knot of her clit. He’d always loved this part of a woman, and touched Lucia with rough reverence. She panted with need when he stroked two fingers up into her passage and thrust.
He hadn’t spoken Gaelic in years, and yet he turned to it now to tell her how perfect she was, how he worshipped her and hungered to possess her fully. How she was the sole source of his happiness and if he could spend the rest of his life giving her pleasure, he’d gladly do so. All the while, he caressed her quim and fucked her with his fingers. He pressed against the swollen spot deep within her passage, and she cried out in ecstasy.
Her body arched back as she came. Slickness coated his hand. She crumpled onto the mattress as her orgasm receded.
She breathed out. “Ah, God.”
“That was merely the prelude,” he said with the solemnity of a knight making a vow. He lowered his head and licked her.
Her hips lifted up from the bed. He held her in place as he stroked his tongue over her and into her, dipping into her entrance. Her taste filled him, smoky and sweet, and he adored her with his mouth. Lightly, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. As he did so, he pumped his finger into her. She threw back her head and let out a long, keening cry of rapture.
He continued to worship her as he fucked her with his tongue and finger.
“Yes,” she wailed. “Yes. That’s—yes—”
She broke apart with a cry. Her climax rolled from her body into his, and he soaked up her pleasure. When she thrashed against the mattress, he didn’t relent. He continued to thrust and lick until she came once more, longer this time. Only then, he gently slid his finger out and pulled his mouth away.
As he lowered her skirts over her legs, he looked up at her. Her eyes glittered through lowered lashes.
“You’re right,” she said, her words faintly slurred. “We both won.”
“The night’s barely begun,” he murmured. “Let us continue our winning streak.”
Chapter 16
Lucia couldn’t possibly want more, not after the mind-dissolving orgasms Tom had given her.
Yet his words made her whole body catch fire.
