Page 71 of The Duke of Fire
She gasped.
“Let yourself feel. Let go,” he murmured right before he teased her again with the tip of his tongue.
She was falling apart, pulling him by the strands of his hair as he tasted her over and over. His tongue lashed at the little nub of her desire. Slowly. Teasingly. Then, he would change his rhythm. Faster, but gentle. Her taste was addictive. It was like he could not stop.
Amelia’s moans became louder as she edged toward her release. Her body had become stiff. Tight. Her hips rocked against his mouth urgently.
Then, he stopped.And when he looked up at her, when their eyes met—it was not just desire that burned there. It was something dangerously close to devotion.
“Sebastian, please!”
“I love it when you say my name,” he said wickedly, as he licked her nub once more. Then, he suckled it until she was panting once more.
He held her hips firmly with one hand, but his other snaked under. She was so wet that he was able to slip one finger into her without effort. She gasped at the intrusion. He continued to suck while he slipped in another finger to stretch her. Fill her. Her body arched as he let his fingers thrust into her until she was clenching around them.
In and out. In and out.
Then, her hips lifted off the chaise lounge, her body shaking as release tore through her. Sebastian watched her come undone with a reverence that startled even him. She was not hiding her pleasure—and that was exactly how he wanted it. Her body was so receptive. So sensitive. So undeniably his.
She slumped back, breathless, her hair a wild halo across her flushed cheeks. He took in the sight—her parted lips, the delicate tremble in her limbs—and felt a fresh surge of awe. Something primal and possessive simmered beneath his skin.
Their eyes met.
She smiled shyly, her gaze flickering with something soft and uncertain. He reached out, cupping her face with a tenderness that belied the storm inside him. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut—only to open again when he began to rise.
That was when her gaze dropped—and widened.
He chuckled, low and knowing. Of course, she had noticed. There was no disguising the thick, painful press of his cock beneath the fabric of his breeches.
“What about you?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady, her gaze holding his.
He exhaled slowly. “You do not have to,” he said gently. “Tonight was about you. You have been hurt. I only wanted to give you something good. Something to make you feel taken care of.”
He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing slightly. “And now I probably reminded you of everything you were trying to forget.”
She chuckled at that.
“No, but I truly want to,” she insisted. “Please? Let me. Teach me.”
His hesitation faded away when she asked him to teach her. He nodded. Amelia and Sebastian shifted positions. This time, she kneeled before him. Her hands rested on his trembling knees. When was the last time he had ever trembled before a woman?
Not in years. Noteverlike this.
Her fingers found the fastening of his breeches, fumbling for a moment. He covered her hands with his, guiding her through the motions, patient and steady. When he freed himself, she hesitated. She stared at his cock for a moment. Her eyesbetrayed her nervousness as well as her growing curiosity. He reached for her cheek again, rubbing the soft skin with his rough thumb.
With a husky voice, he reassured her. “You do not have to do it, Amelia. Nobody is forcing you to. But if you want to, take your time.”
She leaned forward, a willing student. Her pink tongue darted out to taste the head. He groaned, letting his head fall back as she took more of him. She took him deeper and deeper. She was uncertain at first, hesitant in rhythm—but determined. His hand found her hair, not to guide but to steady himself, as the sweetness of her touch undid him.
“That’s it. Keep going, darling. Take what I give you.”
She moaned, the vibrations sending a jolt straight through him. When she could not go deeper, she wrapped her hand around his base, stroking in tandem. It was not perfect. She was learning. But she washis student, and he was going to praise every shaky, hungry attempt.
“Look at me,” he ordered hoarsely. “You have no idea what you are doing to me.”
Sebastian cupped her jaw with one firm hand, his thumb grazing the corner of her mouth. His eyes locked with hers, and hemade sureshe was looking directly at him when he spoke.
“What a good girl,” he groaned.
