Page 46 of The Duke's All That
His tongue caressed her with long, smooth strokes, eachone sending her higher, higher, even as his fingers gripped tight to her hips, as if he feared she might pull away. But she was not about to end this, not while his mouth did such wickedly wonderful things, not while her body sang as it never had before. She reached out blindly, gripping tight to his head, her fingers anchoring in his hair as she pressed him more firmly into the center of her. He growled low, the sound vibrating through her as he dutifully increased the pressure of his mouth. There was no languid lapping of tongue. No, he became almost feral in his loving of her, sucking her into his mouth, his lips and teeth coming into play. And then his finger was there, at the entrance of her, and he eased it inside.
Crying out, Seraphina spread her legs wider, granting him further access, even as she began to rock against his mouth and hand. He groaned in approval, increasing his efforts, and she climbed higher again, shooting through the dark night sky, through the clouds and stars and past the moon before bursting in a shower of sparks and stardust.
In a moment he was beside her, pulling her into his arms, his ragged breathing in concert with her own. “My God, you’re incredible,” he gasped.
“You’re pretty incredible yourself,” she managed, even as she clung to him as if he were the only thing holding her to the earth. And perhaps he was.
As her heartbeat began to quiet and a lovely languidness spread through her limbs like warm honey, she relaxed against him, running her hand down his body, reveling in the way his skin, slick with sweat, jumped and trembled beneath her touch. Such strength and power in this man, and the fact that he was so affected by her mere touch was a heady thing.
When her hand brushed against that part of him that was even harder than before, and he very nearly jumped out of his skin, she grinned. She wrapped her fingers around him, and his low, guttural moan as his hips thrust into her hand brought back all the desire she’d felt for him and more.
“You dinnae have to,” he gasped, even as he strained up for more of her touch. He threw his head back, the cords of his neck straining and his teeth bared as a hiss of breath escaped his lips. “I want you to enjoy the aftereffects of your pleasure.”
“Oh, but thiswillgive me pleasure,” she purred. Feeling powerful, she pushed him onto his back and, in one smooth movement, straddled his hips.
“Ah, God, Seraphina,” he groaned, staring up at her, eyes glittering in the shadows.
She smiled slowly, holding herself above his cock, allowing her wetness to just barely brush against its head. He gasped, and her smile widened.
“Do you wish me to take you inside, Iain?” she whispered.
“Yes.” The one word came out on a croak, hot and desperate as his fingers clasped her thighs. “Please.”
In answer she took him in hand and lowered herself down onto him. He filled her, inch by glorious inch, almost unbearably hard. She was tempted to throw her head back, to close her eyes, so she might focus on every breathtaking sensation of him stretching her.
Instead she kept her eyes focused on his face. She knew that seeing his reaction would be more potent than anything else. And it was. His face contorted, his mouth opening as short, sharp breaths escaped his lips, his brow knitted in concentration. But it was his eyes that held her captive, his gaze tangling like thread with hers, holding them bound toeach other while simultaneously increasing their awareness of one another to an almost painful degree.
Finally he filled her to the hilt, hard and thick and hot. And then his cock twitched inside her, and she gasped.
“Ah, God, Seraphina,” he groaned, his fingers clasping her hips, skimming up her rib cage, cupping her breasts. His gaze followed his hands, more potent on her than any touch could be. “Mo chridhe,” he rasped.
Mo chridhe. My heart.Her own heart squeezed in her chest at the endearment. And then his eyes met hers again, and her entire body shivered with emotion.
Overwhelmed, she lowered her head and took his lips in a kiss, knowing if she continued to gaze into those eyes of his, which seemed to see her so clearly and promised her the world, she would cry. But it did not free her from the spell of him. In fact, it only did the opposite, holding her more firmly in thrall of him as he clasped her to him, hands cradling her face with aching tenderness. Unable to do anything else, she gripped tightly to his shoulders and began to move.
She was slow at first, letting her body adjust, getting used to the sensation after so long, setting the pace. Soon, however, sensation overtook her senses. Pleasure built, the feel of him inside her and beneath her, the low, rough sounds of pleasure that escaped from his chest, even as she continued to plunder his mouth with her tongue driving her wild. Soon she could not keep her mouth on his, her increased pace leaving her gasping, her entire focus shifting to that place where their bodies met. The pleasure wound tighter, more intense, until it coalesced into a shining pinpoint. And then she exploded around him.
Before the waves of pleasure left her, he had his handson her hips, flipping her onto her back, his cock still buried inside her. His hips thrust hard and fast, the tip of him hitting a new depth inside her, causing the ripples of pleasure to transform back into crashing waves of ecstasy. She clung to him like a limpet as he rode her, his breath hot on her neck. Just when she thought she felt she was drowning, that she would get lost in the churning surf of pleasure, his hand dipped between their bodies, rubbing against that most sensitive bud, and she broke free of the cloying water and into the golden sunlight.
In a moment he ripped free of her body and, with a strangled groan, spent himself in the sheets. Before she could regain her senses he was there beside her again, pulling her into his arms. She went willingly, curling around him, the tremors of her own release mingling with his. And as, exhausted, she closed her eyes, the last thing she became aware of before she drifted into a blessedly dreamless sleep was the heavy beat of his heart and his ragged breathing in her ear, the most wonderful lullaby.
Chapter 21
Iain had stayed awake as long as he was able, certain Seraphina would be gone when he awoke. He no longer had any disillusionment that this was anything but temporary and was now only determined to enjoy whatever time he could claim with her.
What he did not expect when he opened his eyes to the dawn of a new day, however, was to find Seraphina still secure in his arms.
He gazed down at her for a moment, allowing himself to study her as she would never allow him to while awake. Her features were relaxed, the almost permanent divot between her brows smoothed out, her mouth slightly parted in repose. The freckles across the bridge of her nose were more pronounced in the golden morning light, lending a vulnerability to her that she would no doubt vehemently deny were she awake. And her lashes, those impossibly long lashes, kissed the faint blush that stained her highcheekbones. Unable to keep from touching her, he traced a finger down her temple, catching a stray auburn curl with his finger and tucking it behind her ear.
Her lashes fluttered then, like a butterfly’s wing, rising to reveal the clear sapphire of her eyes. She blinked several times as she gazed up at him, and he braced himself for her reaction. No doubt she would pull away, the barrier between them back in place.
Instead she smiled. And his heart, which had already been on the road to falling back in love with her, completed the journey.
“Good morning,” she murmured.
“Good morning,” he replied. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mmmm, yes.”
