Page 44 of A Duke for Stealing
Every ounce of gathered tension suddenly obliterated into thousands of tiny stars behind Rose’s closed eyes as her body spasmed and the greatest sensation of pleasure she’d ever experienced flooded her lower body.
“Sogood,” Everett rasped, riding her waves of pleasure at the tip of his buried finger, “So very good for me, Rose.”
Rose whimpered as the storm of intense pleasure settled slowly into soft waves. She couldn’t move, could not even lift her head or open her eyes if she wanted. Bliss encompassed her, making her feel like nothing but a warm puddle.
Drowsiness threatened to pull her unconsciousness, and it was only Everett’s warm, soft kisses moving up her body that kept her from falling, giving in to its alluring call.
“What,” she breathed, finding words difficult, “What was that?”
Everett’s deep, soft chuckle hummed warmly in her ear as he nibbled at her lobe.
“Pleasure,” he whispered, tilting her head toward his. “Did you like it?”
Rose whimpered as his lips touched hers softly, and she nodded.
“Would you like it again?”
She nodded faster.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, then kissed her deeper.
He stroked his hand gently down her cheek, over her throat, and then his fingers nestled like a necklace around her pulse.
“If you want it again, you come to me, understand? Only me.” Though Everett’s voice was gentle, Rose did not miss the firm command that lay beneath.
“Yes,” she breathed. At that moment, she would agree to anything he said.
“Yes,husband,”Everett corrected, squeezing her neck just a bit tighter.
“Yes, husband,” she answered obediently.
“Such a good wife for me,” he praised, then kissed her again, “So good, I believe you deserve another.”
Another?! Right now?!
Rose’s lashes fluttered open, and she weakly shook her head as Everett’s kisses ventured once more down her body.
“I am not sure that I can,” she answered weakly, then gasped as his mouth found her mons again.
“Of course you can,” Everett rasped, flicking his tongue over her wet petals.
Rose’s head fell limply back into the cushions as Everett’s began to undulate over her again, and as he began to gather the pleasure in her core with his skilled mouth and hand, she felt herself fully give in to her husband.
Rose slowly came to as she felt her body softly swaying. She let out a soft sigh, tried to stretch, and found herself in Everett’s arms. Still dazed and weary from his sweet pleasure, Rose tilted her heavy head up to look at his face.
She took in the sharp plane of his jaw, the carved features of his cheekbones, and sculpted lips. Her husband truly was handsome.
“What’s happening?” She murmured as she felt the continued sway of movement.
Everett’s green eyes flicked down at her, and the most dreamy smile she’d ever seen on him stretched across his face.
“You fainted, love,” he told her, “After you… ‘relaxed’ again. So I am carrying you to your room.”
“Oh,” Rose sighed, letting her head rest once more against his shoulder. She tried to call forth embarrassment, even regret, but nothing but warm satisfaction filled her. Still, she mustered up an exhausted, “I’m sorry.”
Everett’s answering chuckle was deep and full of self-satisfaction.
“Do not dare be sorry,” he replied, nudging open her door with his foot. “I take it as the highest compliment.”
