Page 107 of His Grace, the Duke
“Do that again and I will lose control,” he warned, his voice low.
Her smile fell as her resolve hardened. “Do it. Unleash yourself on me. Take me and use me andfuckme. Give me something you have never given to her.”
With a growl he was on her, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce kiss. Their hands worked fast, Rosalie tugging desperately at her gloves, aching to feel his skin with no barrier between them. Tom ripped off his coat, throwing it aside. His hands went to his black cravat, tugging it loose as his tongue pressed into her mouth. He tasted like the pink punch Burke hated so much and Rosalie smiled.
Tom got himself free of his cravat, jerking on his shirt to loosen the buttons at his collar. The “V” opened wide enough to expose the top of his cross tattoo. Rosalie dropped her chin and licked it, making him groan. He grabbed her by the arms and jerked her back, his expression wild as he took her in.
“Hit me,” he growled.
She blinked, sucking in a breath. “What?”
He gave her a grin so sinful it had her sex ready to weep. “You called me a friend again, and while I appreciate the sentiment when it comes to our love, you need to understand that when it comes to sex, I am not as kind nor as gentle asyou seem to believe. You cannot hurt me, and I willneverhurt you... but there can be worlds of pleasure found in a little pain. Now, take that sweet hand of yours, and hit me.”
Her hand moved on its own, striking his face with a slap that left her gasping.
His pleasure was evident on his face as he smiled wider.
He snatched her other hand and pressed it against his hard cock. “Do it again.”
This time she felt bolder. She slapped his jaw, feeling the sting of it across her palm... and the pleasure of it in her core. The slap left a little pink mark on his cheek, and she couldn’t help herself from leaning forward, pressing her hand over it.
His entire body was coiled tight. Heavens, he was her masterpiece. Adonis in the flesh. He was the broadest of the three—wider in the hips and shoulders, with thick, strong legs, a well-muscled chest. She trailed her hand down the ridges of his stomach, cupping his cock. “Fair is fair,” she whispered, her voice sounding much braver than she felt. “Hit me.”
He captured her mouth with another kiss, bruising and harsh. His hands worked fast, bunching up her dress until his calloused palms could slide up the length of her silky drawers. He found the buttons on her hip and tugged at them with his large fingers until the drawers slipped down her legs.
“My dress,” she panted between kisses. “Take it off.”
“Not a chance,” he growled, smoothing his hands over her bare bottom. “It stays on tonight. We’re fucking with our clothes on. This is a claiming. You’re all mine. My sweet, golden girl.”
She gasped as he spun her around, pressing her towards the sofa.
“Kneel,” he ordered. “Hands on the back, and lean forward.”
She sank to her knees on the sofa, and her shaking hands reached out to grasp the curled wooden frame along the top. Tom was right behind her, pressing his weight against her. With one hand, he held her dress up, exposing her backside to the chill of the room. The other reached between her legs from behind, seeking out her aching sex.
“Are you ready for me?”
His fingers slid right through her wetness, and they both groaned as two fingers sank inside her. She gripped tighter to the sofa frame, feeling the sharp press of the scrolled vine detailing against her palms as she pushed back on his fingers. “Yes,” Tom growled. “Ride my fingers. In a moment you’ll ride my face and come all over it. Then I’ll bury myself in you until you scream.”
She was ready to come now. At the first clench of her sex, he jerked his hand free and dropped to his knees. She barely had a moment to breathe before his strong hands curled up her thighs. He pressed his shoulders forward, his hot breath blazing against her sensitive skin before his tongue was teasing her.
“Oh, God!” At the first touch of his tongue against her sensitive bud, she wanted to scream.
His fingers joined his mouth, two fingers swirling in tight circles. She basked in the strange delight of being speared by his tongue. She widened her legs and pressed back against him, making him hum with pleasure. The vibration felt sinful. With their clothes on, it all felt dirty and dangerous. It was perfect.Hewas perfect.
There was no way to hold off her release. In moments, the coiling inside her burst outward and she was undone. Her breath left her in a rush and her legs shook. She sank forward, forehead resting in the curve of her elbow as she panted for breath.
Tom was on his feet in moments, leaning over her with both hands at his breeches. “You taste like heaven, Rose. Sweet as pineapple and sultry as sin. I’ve never been so hard in my goddamn life.”
“Take me,” she panted. “Please, take me—ah—”
Without ceremony, he gripped her hip with one hand and guided his cock to her entrance with the other, impaling her with a sharp stroke. They both cried out, Rosalie shaking with the thrill of being filled. Behind her, Tom’s hands smoothed up her hips and over the round curves of her backside. Before she could beg him to move, his right hand gripped her tight enough to make her gasp. Then she felt a sharp sting as he gave her cheek a slap.
“Oh—” Her eyes went wide with surprise, even as she felt herself clench around his thick cock.
Tom’s hand smoothed over the stinging cheek as he thrust out and back in, burying himself to the hilt. “That was one,” he rasped in her ear.
Panting, she glanced over her shoulder to see the feral look on his face. “Do it again,” she whispered.
