Page 103 of How to Love a Duke in Ten Days
Hard.
He feasted upon her with a tender yet relentless exactitude. He knew her sex better than she did. He understood just when to coax and when to torment. His lips would nibble delicately one moment, then his tongue would swirl and slide the next.
It was as though he’d discovered the secrets to an intricate mechanism engineered only for his mouth. For his personal use.
Multiple times Alexandra was certain she’d lose control of reality. She wanted to grasp at him. To push him away. To pull him closer and tug at his hair. She couldn’t process the wickedness of this act. The wet, silken depravity they conducted here in the open night air.
A need welled within her so deeply, she couldn’t identify it.
Please.She wanted to beg him. To stop? To never stop?
Please,she silently prayed. Not to a god. Not exactly.
But to a man who might as well be one.
Only a whimper escaped as her hand clamped harder over her lips, the sounds gathering in her throat and screaming to be let free.
Her legs trembled. Quivered. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched as he laid a slick and silent siege to her sex.
Because he took nothing, her body seemed intent upon relinquishing her dignity. Her humanity. Becoming a feral, physical creature. Writhing and mindlessly forcing breaths and gasps and groans through her nose as she valiantly fought the cries and pleas flooding her throat.
He gripped her hips. Ruthlessly pinning her still as he focused wet, rhythmic darts of his tongue across the trembling peak of her clitoris. The sensation of it seized every one of her muscles with such arching force, she’d not realized what his other hand was about to do.
Until his finger sank inside her.
She clamped her other hand over the first, unable to contain her scream. The pleasure locked her muscles. Held her captive in a dizzying, almost terrifying summit.
She ceased to breathe. She may have ceased tobeas his agile tongue held her a captive of unfathomable sensation.
A part of him was inside of her.
And it was… incredible.
It was as though the sea-swept wind carried her away from herself, catapulted her across the cosmos where she could meld with grand, ancient secrets incomprehensible to mortal senses. Perhaps in this pulsating place she could understand the concepts language tried and failed to convey.
Concepts like God and time and love.
When she thought it would break her, the peak crested like the white-tipped waves a scarce league away. It broke upon her again, and again, and once more until the tide passed and retreated, leaving her a dark, smooth surface. Pliant and undone.
He withdrew and kissed her thigh, leaving a slick of moisture behind.
With a naughty gesture, he brushed her petticoats over his beard, wiping away the wet aftermath of her bliss before his dark head appeared in her line of sight. Her vision dimmed by the immensity of what she’d just experienced more than the darkness of the night.
He prowled up her body, which was as limp and boneless as a jellyfish in contrast to the mass of coiled muscle that was his tremendous frame.
Alexandra peeled her hands away from her mouth, setting them on biceps strung so tightly, her grip didn’t even compress the iron flesh.
“If every woman tasted like you, a man would hunger for nothing else.” His voice held a tightness, a husky, cavernous ferocity it hadn’t before. “God, what you do to me. I’ve never been so—”
A veranda door opened on the far side of the hotel. The light had become faint by the time it reached the corner around which their alcove had been tucked. Anyone would have to walk several paces to discover them, but footsteps creaked on the planks. And the low hum of voices reached them.
A string of low, hard, foul words from Redmayne’s mouth blistered Alexandra’s ears as he set her to rights.
“Go,” he bit out.
She blinked incoherently up at him for a moment. “Aren’t you coming with me?”
“No,” he growled. “I’m not going anywhere for severallongminutes.”
