Page 82 of His Grace, the Duke
“What are you going to do?” she whispered.
He brushed a thumb over her parted lips, pressing down to wet the tip. She gave it a little flick with her tongue and his cock twitched. He leaned in, his body burning with desire. “I am going to fuck the word ‘friend’ from this perfect mouth.”
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Rosalie
As if Rosaliewasn’t already at the edge of sanity, Renley’s words pushed her over. Heat flooded her entire body, and she knew if he touched her once she’d likely come apart.
Renley loved her. Perhaps he hadn’t said it yet, which was probably her fault, but she knew it with a surety that ran marrow deep. He loved her, and she loved him. Heavens, she wanted to tell him. Could she say the words now?
She looked up at him and her breath caught. His beautiful blue eyes were warm with longing. His calming scent filled her senses—sunshine and sea salt on a warm summer’s day. Renley was her safety, her comfort, her friend. He may not like the word, but it was true. She could tell him anything and he’d understand. She never wanted to feel herself standing outside the warmth of his friendship.
But now he needed something else from her. He didn’t want to be Renley the friend. He wanted to be Tom, the man who held a piece of her heart, the lover who set her soul on fire. She was his caged phoenix, and he wanted her unleashed.
Something about submitting to this man made her feelpowerful. His passion made her bold. She slipped her dressing gown and chemise from her shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Tom’s eyes flashed with hunger as he took in her nakedness.
Behind her, Burke groaned. But he’d have to wait his turn.
Holding Tom’s gaze, she smiled and dropped to her knees.
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Tom
Tom was dead.This was death, and he was in heaven. Rosalie was naked on her knees before him, her hands at the fall on his breeches, fingers working the buttons. His cock was aching with the desire to feel the heat of that perfect mouth. He glanced over to Burke on the sofa. The man sat still as stone, taking in the scene. Tom caught his eye and smirked. When Burke nodded, he knew his message was received. Burke wouldn’t interfere... yet.
As Rosalie loosened the last button, Tom wasted no time tugging his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside. He raised his arms and Rosalie’s soft hands were on him, smoothing over his stomach. She inched closer. When her mouth touched the sensitive spot over his hip bone, he wanted to die all over again. Instead, he fisted his fingers in her dark hair.
She trailed kisses from his right hip, across the top of his breeches, to the other side. While she kissed him, her warm hands caressed his skin, sliding up his sides. Gooseflesh spread down his arms.
When she nipped playfully at the skin right above hiscrotch, he groaned. He was done being teased. Gripping his breeches, he shoved them down. His hard cock sprang free before her face. He watched her breath catch as she reached for him, her soft hand making him dizzy with desire.
“Tell me what you want,” she murmured, looking up at him with hooded eyes.
His tip was already weeping for her. “Taste it.”
Holding his cock with one hand, she leaned in close and licked the tip. At the first touch of her warm tongue, fireworks went off in his chest.
“Don’t stop,” he grunted. “Take me in your mouth.”
She shifted a little on her knees and took hold of his hips with both hands. Then she stretched her pretty pink lips around him. Christ, it was perfection. He watched every inch of his cock disappear into her hot, wet mouth. The vision of it was eclipsed by the physical sensation. She was playful, using her control of his hips to help her move.
It was all he could do to let her stay in control. He wanted to rut. He wanted toclaim. He smoothed a hand over her beautiful, dark hair to remind himself that she was precious. “Please, Rose—”
She made a little sucking noise as she let him go, glancing up with wide eyes. “Please what?”
He blinked. Had he said that out loud?
“What do you want?” The dark eyes reeled him in.
“I can’t—” he muttered, not even knowing what he was trying to say.
“Tell me.” She kissed his thigh.
“He wants control.”
Rosalie glanced over her shoulder.
