Page 94 of A Duke for Stealing
“Tell me what you are feeling, Everett,” she coaxed, using the very words he said to her at theDevil’s Masquerade.“Use your words.”
Everett let out a shaky breath, his muscled chest heaving as he parted his lips and smiled roguishly.
“This is…” he began, then let out a raspy chuckle as his hands slid up her thighs and gripped her hips, “This is not how I thought I would feel if ever put in such a position.”
He kept his eyes on hers as he dragged the skirts of her dress up to her waist and leaned toward her. Anticipation sizzled in Rose’s blood as she waited for him to finish.
“I like it when you command me, Rose. I like knowing what you want.”
Power surged through Rose’s veins as she saw another spark of need shoot through Everett’s eyes, and she relaxed.
“I want to explode on your tongue,” she replied, “I want to see your eyes as I do.”
A heady groan poured from Everett’s lips, and his lashes fluttered shut again as he leaned into her left knee and placed another reverent kiss upon her flesh.
“As you wish, my Duchess,” he rasped, then dragged his tongue from her knee to her lower inner thigh. “Anything you wish.”
Everett continued his reverent kisses up her inner thigh as he placed her knees upon his shoulders as commanded, and just as he reached her petals, his eyes snapped open and he looked up at her. The green pools of his eyes were practically glowing as he slowly began to trace his tongue through her already glistening mons, and he let out another moan as he reached her sensitive bud.
Rose let out a low, needy moan of her own as she touched her throbbing clitoris. She threw her head back against the couch pillows, her own lashes fluttering. Her nails bit first into the couch, then into Everett’s scalp as his tongue began a wickedly slow dance over her mons.
Pleasure bled out of her veins and into her tendons and muscles as Everett’s skilled tongue performed precisely as she had commanded, and for several seconds she could not open her eyes again. When she was able to do so and lift her head, she found Everett watching her intently, just as he was told to do, and it nearly made her release right then and there.
She was doing this to tease him, true, but she had not been prepared for how such an act would unwittingly tease herself.Rose took several quick breaths, trying her best to gain control over her arousal.
“Slower, slower,” she whispered, but even as Everett did as she commanded, she knew it was no use. She’d missed him too much, wanted him too much.
Her release came not ten seconds later, harsh and intense that hazed her vision.
“Look at me, my Duchess,” Everett implored between the strokes of his tongue. “Look at me.”
With effort, Rose forced her eyes open and met Everett’s as the most powerful spasm of all rocked through her body, and in such, she felt the power shift equally between the two of them.
“Take me,” she whispered. No command. Just a desperate plea to be reunited with his body.
As if it were all he needed to hear, Everett dragged her hips to the edge of the couch as he rose up on his knees. His mouth slammed needily against hers as he released himself from his trousers, and in one swift motion, his heavily erect cock was thrust into her trembling wetness.
They both let out a gasping moan as they were finally reunited, breaking their kiss apart. Everett heavily leaned his head into her shoulder as Rose clamped her hand to the back of his neck, and her back arched.
“God, I have missed you,” Everett groaned, holding her tight against him.
Rose tried to speak, but the shock and pleasure of feeling his intense size within her again had stolen her words. As if to ease her shock, Everett’s lips laid sensual kisses along her exposed shoulder and neck, sending delightful shivers throughout her that traveled to the apex of her legs and pulsed around Everett’s buried manhood.
She wasn’t sure if he was trying to torture her for what she’d just done to him, or if he was just as blinded by the pleasure of being reunited as she was, but for several seconds, Everett’s hips didn’t move an inch. Then he began to move. Slow at first, drawing his hips back as his hands remained locked around her hips. Thorough, steady strokes in which he’d draw completely out of her tight, flooding sheath, then slide slowly back in until she’d taken him to the hilt.
“I have missed you too,” she finally whispered after a particularly intense thrust.
With those words, the Everett she knew, the Everett she’d learned to love to take commands from, re-emerged.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Ihave missed you, too.”
Everett didn’t realize how much he needed to hear those words until Rose breathed them to life. He had thought his arousal had reached its pinnacle until then, but when Rose said those words, his arousal exploded into a black hole, pulling him in with a force he could not, would not even dare to fight.
With one intense jerk of his muscles, Everett was on his feet with Rose fastened tightly to his chest. He walked her to her bedroom with his erection still buried deep inside her. His lips were positively hungry for her mouth, and he couldn’t seem to stop kissing her until the front of his knees brushed the side of her bed.
Pulling himself away from her was agonizing, even for the brief seconds it took to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Rose’s dress was lost as well, as he tore it from her, corset and all. Threads and ribbons snapped as he greedily,finallymade her bare. Everett felt his breath freeze in his lungs when he, afterwhat seemed like an eternity, was finally able to lay his eyes upon her soft pink nipples, the swell of her rounded breasts, and her curved waist.
