Page 71 of A Duke for Stealing
“Remove your dress and mask in that order,” he commanded, his grip tightening on the flogger. “Slowly.”
Rose shivered at his gruff, commanding tone, but she obeyed. She reached slowly for the small strap on her left shoulder, pulling it down her arm. Then she did so with the right. She then slid the dress slowly down her figure, letting it drag over her breasts, abdomen, and finally over her legs until it dropped in a black puddle to the floor. There were no undergarments to remove. The dress was too tight for such.
A primal growl released from Everett’s chest as his eyes roved greedily over her naked form, and any thoughts of covering herself with her arms stopped. Instead, she raised her chin almost proudly and reached up to remove her mask. She let it clatter to the floor, then let her arms hang loose at her sides.
“Sobeautiful, Rose,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.
Rose whimpered as another shiver passed over her.
“What shall I do now?” She asked, her voice trembling.
Everett stayed quiet for a long moment. His eyes continued to look over her greedily, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Then he rose, laid the flogger beside the crop, and walked toward her.
Another growl rumbled from his chest as he circled her. The touch of his fingers to her lower back was soft, yet the contact made Rose gasp. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was standing on end, more sensitive than ever before. His touch traced over her hip, her stomach, and to her other hip as he walked another circle around her.
“You’re trembling,” Everett said, tracing his fingertips up her spine. “Do you like my touch, Rose?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
He stopped walking as he came to face her. He placed a hand on her lower abdomen, stroking the space almost reverently, then traced his fingertips up, between her breasts, over her collarbone, and up to her throat. She whimpered and swayed when his fingers wrapped around her neck, and he squeezed lightly.
“Tell me,” he commanded, holding her gaze, “Tell me you want my touch.”
Rose drew in a shuddering breath, the anticipation starting to make her ache.
“I want your touch, Everett,” she replied.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” she breathed.
Another rumble rose from his chest, and in an instant, he was pulling her forward. His lips crushed down on hers, sending an explosion of arousal throughout her body as he laid his claim. She parted her lips at his insistent kiss, and she writhed in pleasure as she felt his tongue slide over hers.
Everett kissed her until he stole her breath, her mind, and when he finally released her, she was dizzy and spellbound. In a rush, he spun her around, and his lips and teeth laid tantalizing attention to her neck as his fingers moved to her nipples and teased them into her hard peaks.
“Everett,” she whispered, feeling her knees start to buckle from the intensity, “Oh, it feels…so…so much…”
She couldn’t finish, couldn’t find a way to end her thought as one of his hands released her breast and slid down between her legs to her pulsing sex. She let out a strangled cry as he began to teasethe sensitive bud just above her petals, and it was only by his hold that she didn’t collapse to the floor.
He stroked her expertly, spinning rhythmic circles over her bud as he pressed her backside into his hardened length.
“That’s it, Rose,” he whispered into her ear, bringing her closer and closer to release, “Let go for me. Obey like a good girl.”
A moan poured from Rose’s throat as his deep voice and wicked words pushed her over the edge, and she sagged weakly into his hold as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her again and again.
“That’s my good girl,” Everett whispered. He nipped her earlobe, her neck. “So very sweet and good for me. You want more?”
Rose tried to speak through her panting breaths, but she could not find her voice. So she nodded vehemently.
Everett gripped her chin and turned her head, meeting her for another passionate kiss that left her in whimpers.
“Crawl on the bed. Go to the head of it, and put your hands on the wall,” Everett commanded as he moved away from her.
Without his hold, Rose’s body felt weak, and she nearly stumbled as she walked on trembling legs to the edge of the bed and pulled herself up onto it.
