Page 26 of His Grace, the Duke
With a devilish grin, Burke stepped past her into her room, tugging his shirt off as he went. He dropped it to the floor. The mix of candle and firelight danced across the planes of his muscled back and shoulders. He stopped by the side of the bed, undoing the fastenings of his pants. He slipped them down over his hips, exposing his backside to her as they pooled at his ankles.
Rosalie could barely breathe. Burke was naked in her room... beside her bed... waiting for her.
He turned slowly to face her, hard cock on display. He stroked it lazily with one hand. “Where do you want me?”
Leaving her lonely perch by the door, she crossed over to him, pushing him down onto the edge of the bed. Their lips collided in a fevered kiss as she climbed atop him. Burke pulled her tight to him until she felt his hardness. She scrambled for the hem of her chemise, tugging it up over her head and tossing it away. Their naked bodies pressed together. She shivered as her sensitive nipples grazed his chest.
“I want you.” Burke’s breath was hot against her open mouth as he kissed her. “I ache for you—need you—”
“You have me,” she panted, touching every part of him she could reach. “I’m yours.”
He dropped his mouth to her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. She arched into him, feeling the slide of his cock between her legs. Eager for more, she pressed down with her hips. At the feel of her wetness, he gave a sharp moan, instinctively pushing her hips away to give himself relief.
“Too much,” he groaned, lifting his mouth from her breast. “I’ve been dying for you.”
She scrambled off his lap. “Lie down.”
Without hesitation, he slid fully onto the bed. He scooted back on his elbows, his stomach muscles flexing as he pulled himself towards the head of the bed.
She crawled onto the bed and straddled him again, her hips spread around his thighs. She quickly wrapped her hand around his length, stroking him from root to tip. He sank back against the pillows.
“What did you say to me this morning?” she whispered, stroking him slow. “‘You’re going to come for me. You’re going tobegme for it.’”
He threw an arm over his face as he took deep breaths. “Christ, I’m already so close.”
She rose on her knees, scooting back until she could take him in her mouth. She swiped her tongue over his tip, tasting his tart, salty release. His cock twitched against her lips. She slid both hands up his thighs, gripping tight to his hips as she sank down on him, stroking and teasing him with her tongue.
“Fucking hell,” he panted. His fingers wove into her mess of curls, and he fisted them tight. A sharp pain in her scalpsent a jolt of need straight to her aching core. She couldn’t contain her cry as she took him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.
He gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her off. “Ungh—stop—”
Feeling bold, she let her body slide along the naked length of him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as she braced herself on her elbows. She kissed down one side of his jaw, then the other, latching onto his neck, sucking and teasing with her teeth.
“You’re a goddamn siren.” His rough hands roamed from her backside up her sides to her shoulders. “I feel you everywhere. Feel your wet heat drawing me in. You want me, don’t you? Want me inside you.”
“Are you trying to makemebeg?” She trailed kisses down his chest as her hand snaked between them, wrapping around his cock again.
He was still trying to take charge, even as his body coiled tight, fighting the urge to release. “God—yes.” He cupped her face with both hands, kissing her as if he were trying to pull her very essence into himself. They broke apart, panting.
With her mouth still against his, she whispered, “Let go, Burke. This is for you. My Horatio. My Burke.”
“I don’t deserve you. Don’t deserve this . . .”
Heat radiated over her skin at the very idea. “You aremine,” she challenged. “I say what you deserve. I decide what happens next. You want to hear me moan your name?”
“Yes,” he sighed on a deep exhale.
She gripped his chin, tipping it up until he held her gaze. “Then give me what I want.”
She slid back down his body, sinking her mouth onto him.She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deep. Holding tight to his hips, she worked him with mouth and tongue until he was crying out, lifting his hips and spilling down her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her, rewarding him with sounds that made him twitch in her mouth.
Moments later, she sat up, balancing on her knees over his pinned legs. Burke lay naked and panting, arms limp at his sides, body slicked with sweat. He looked so beautiful. She wanted to sketch him like this—his parted lips, the tip of his chin angled down, the sweep of black hair over his forehead, the fluttering of his dark lashes.
Contentment sank into her chest, spreading down her limbs, curling its way around her very bones. She was in love with this man. Completely. Irrevocably. It scared her as much as it soothed her. Each time they gave each other pleasure, she felt a new tie binding herself to him. Each new thing she learned about him tightened the knots.
She climbed off him, crawling up his side until she could curl into him, one arm draped over his naked chest. He shifted slightly, eyes still closed, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you,” he murmured, half lost to sleep already.
She closed her eyes as her breathing fell into rhythm with his. She was right on the edge of sleep when a rattling sound jerked her awake.
