Page 74 of My Blind Duke
Prudence gasped as William pressed her against the door and kissed her again, rendering her dizzy and breathless in moments. This kiss was unlike any of the ones they had shared before. It was a kiss born of pent-up desire, of a possessive need to claim her, and a dawning, terrifying realization of the depth of his feelings. His lips moved over hers with a desperate hunger, demanding a response she found herself unable to deny.
The world around them seemed to fade away as their bodies pressed together, the heat between them flaring instantly. William’s hands moved through her hair, cupping the back of her neck, while Prudence’s fingers clutched at the fabric of his coat. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding, a silent conversation of longing and a desperate need to connect on a level that transcended their complicated circumstances.
William’s hands could not seem to stay put, as though he needed to feel every inch of her but he was unsure of where to begin. One moment, his hands were bracing her face, keeping her chin tilted just right so he could kiss her as deeply as he desired. And in the next, he had her pressed against the door, one hand firmly planted on her hip as the other roamed up and down her side, slipping down to her thigh.
She squealed when he managed to lift one of her legs, stepping closer to grind his pelvis against hers so she could feel–
“Do you feel that? Do you feel how much you affect me? How badly my body craves yours? To think that I nearly allowed you to be swept up by some undeserving lowlife. I must have been mad,” he grunted against her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
Prudence pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling her sounds, whining when he took the hand and pined it above her head.
“William, please–”
“I want to hear you. I want to hear every sound you make. It is one thing for life to deny me the joy of seeing you come undone by my touch. It is another thing for you to take the only thing I have left besides my sense of touch and smell. Let me hear you, darling,” he demanded softly, trailing kisses down her jaw to her throat.
“But what if… what if someone hears?” Prudence asked, her knees growing weak.
“I do not care. Let me hear you.”
Prudence’s lips parted to complain but what came out of them was a gasp as he sank his teeth into her neck. She shuddered and clung to him with her free hand, whining again when he kissed her slowly, licking into her mouth languidly, as though they had all the time in the world.
“Is there a settee large enough for us both around here, pet? Can you lead me to it?”
Prudence slowly opened her eyes, confused for a moment as her mind slowly repeated what he had asked. Then she looked around, spotting a chaise lounge.
“Y-Yes,” she said shyly.
“Lead the way then,” he chuckled, following her obediently when she took his hand and began to guide him toward the furniture.
When they arrived, she cleared her throat and said, “I-It is here. On the right–”
He cut her off by claiming her lips, his fingers deftly working to undo the buttons and knots that kept her dress closed. When it fell into a heap at their feet, William’s touch grew even more insistent as it tugged at the strings of Prudence’s corset and pushed her chemise down, cupping and squeezing at her bare buttocks.
“You smell… divine. Each time we meet, it is all I can do, not to get drunk off your scent. If I could stick to you every hour of the day, simply to bask in it, I would,” he told her, smirking into the column of her neck as he freed her breasts from her corset and groped at them.
She arched into his touch with a groan, feeling as though she was on fire.
“I do not think… that would be good for your productivity,” she managed to tell him, earning a deep, rich chuckle from him.
“Who needs work when I can have you, like this in my arms,” he whispered into her ears as one of his hands went between her legs, working a finger between her folds. “Sounding and smelling so divine, feeling as though you are a dream I would be content not to ever awaken from.”
Prudence felt herself tighten at the intrusion of his finger, her body a mess of knots and tension as pleasure worked its way through her. It felt as though she was on fire, just moments from imploding. She wanted more and craved everything he intended to give her.
He inserted another finger and reached even deeper past her dripping folds, making her moan, knees so weak, she crumbled in his arms.
“So precious,” he mumbled against her lips as he lifted her and laid her onto the chaise, before climbing onto it to place himself between her legs.
“W-Wait…” Prudence said, blushing when he immediately went still. “I want to see you. You always undress me and… never yourself.”
William was silent for a moment, then he rose to his feet. For a moment, she was worried she had asked for too much, that she had forgotten her place and had no right to demand. But then he started taking off his clothes, stripping himself of his jacket and shirt, kicking his boots aside before he climbed the chaise again and kissed her deeply.
“Good girl. Keep asking for things. Tell me what you want. Do not hesitate,” he murmured between kisses.
Prudence raised a hand and wove her fingers in his hair, tightening her grip as his fingers slipped past her folds again, this time thrusting in and out rapidly.
“W-Will…oh– please–”
She felt it coming – the peak of her pleasure and just as she could taste it, he withdrew his fingers.
