Page 51 of A Virgin for the Duke of Depravity
Yes, I could get used to this.
Sitting here in this library, with his hand on her thigh, her life outside of this moment seemed like nothing but a distant memory. That had to have been Leo’s goal this entire time—to make her want him so badly that she questioned what was right for her future.
He continued reading, talking about the way the man tasted her skin. How he moved from the place between her legs to the swell of her breasts, to her nipples. She desperately wanted Leo to reach out and touch her there, to feel her nipples pebble between his fingers.
He read on, his hand gripping her thigh harder and harder as the story progressed.
“When he was sure that her body was ready, he reached down and freed himself from his pants, his cock proud and ready for her. The man covered her body with his, every inch of their skin pressed tightly together. Feeling how wet she was for him still, he pushed into her.”
That had to be what the nuns had warned her against. She was not to know a man that way if she were to take her vows. But they had said very little about the other acts in this story.
As long as she did not allow Leo to take her maidenhead, she thought she could still take her vows. She could still marry whoever the Earl would choose for her without worrying about her virtue.
She ached to feel Leo’s mouth on her.
He read how the man thrust into the woman, and a small moan escaped her lips. She did not miss the smile that tugged at Leo’s lips at the sound of her pleasure. He slid his hand slightly higher, but still not high enough to bring her relief.
“Does this story satisfy you, My Lady?”
Leo smirked and shut the book with a loud snap. As the pages and pictures disappeared from view, she was left reeling. He had brought her to Olympus to read her this story. To demand that she take off her clothes.
He had to mean to touch her, did he not?
“Not half as much as I would like it to,” she said, her voice small in the large room.
She blushed as she spoke, not wanting to betray her desire. Leo was not one to show his cards until he was ready, and she did not intend to be the one to initiate what came next. She wanted him to be in control.
“Tell me then,” he murmured into her ear, his breath tickling the delicate skin. “What would satisfy you if this story did not do it?”
She took a ragged breath at the feel of his warmth on her ear. It was all she could do not to imagine his warm breath on otherparts of her. Her nipples pebbled, thinking of how he could pinch them and roll them between his fingers.
“I fear that I don’t know what your silence means,” he said as he pulled back from her.
She almost tumbled sideways at his sudden and very unexpected withdrawal. Margaret had not realized how much she had leaned into him, hoping for his touch.
“I wantyou,” she said finally. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye as she said it.
Leo hooked one finger beneath her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. Determined not to let him see her stumble, Margaret took a very deep and steadying breath before she made eye contact with him.
“A very vague request,” he growled. “I’m afraid I need something more specific.”
“I want you to do to me what the man did in your story.” She tried to keep her cheeks from flaming pink at the brazenness of her request.
“Not specific enough.” Leo shrugged and released her chin. “It must not have been that interesting a story if that is the best you can do.”
“I want you to touch me here,” she said, her hands rising to her breasts and cupping them.
Leo pushed her hands aside and gripped her breasts as she had done. When she looked down, she noticed that his manhood was straining against his pants. It gave her pleasure knowing that she could arouse him as he did her.
“With your mouth,” she added.
Leo laughed and trailed kisses along her collarbone.
“Now, you are getting the idea,” he said, kissing his way up her neck. “What else would you have me do to you?”
He pulled back and looked her in the eye. She sensed that he was issuing a challenge, and she was never one to shy away from a challenge. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes.
“I want you to taste me,” she said, a slight tremor in her voice. “I want your head between my thighs.”
