Page 23 of A Duke's Sinful Bargain
All she knew was that upon hearing her words, he immediately stood up. He approached her, taking her by the hand. He led her out of the dining room, through the barely lit corridors of his silent mansion. Each corner seemed to swallow more of her discomfort, leaving only raw desire for this man, who was drawing her deeper into obscurity, where there was no shame, no embarrassment, no confusion.
He closed the door to his chamber soundlessly. There was no light there. Only little rivulets of the moonlight, flowing in through the window, between the curtains that were left open. He released her hand, leaving her to stand in the middle of the room, her heart aflutter.
His gaze met hers. He was watching her ravenously, as if he could devour her at any moment. She could see her own desire mirrored in his eyes. They were not there because of the debt. No. They were there to bury themselves in pleasure, to forget everything, for night had the power to do that.
She thought she would not know what to do, that she would hold herself stiffly, but the moment she felt the palm of his hand on her cheek, she melted.
“Anna…”
She heard him say her name, inciting flames deep inside of her. She had known those flames well, for she had come to know them at the ball, the moment their eyes met for the first time.
Did she dare say his name, too?
As his lips caressed her earlobe, traveling down her delicate neck, she moaned softly, closing her eyes.
“Alexander…” His name sounded perfect in this moment, when he held everything of hers in his grasp. Did he even know that?
Not that it mattered. She would enjoy what she had come to receive, what she had come to bestow. She would think about the repercussions of her actions later. Not now.
“Oh…” she moaned again, more loudly this time, for his teeth gently nipped her throat, but she had no time to think about that pleasurable sting because his tongue caressed the exact same spot.
His hands gently took her into his embrace, pulling him closer. Her insides were on fire, a persistent ache that could only be soothed by more of his touches, more of his kisses. Had she just opened a door she would not be able to close? Yet another question she had no answer to. She wanted him far too much to consider anything else.
“Do you like that?” he murmured against her ear, as he pulled up her gown, pooling it around her waist and keeping it in place with his hand. The other found that soft, most intimate flesh between her thighs. He grazed it with his fingers, his bright eyes searing into hers.
Oh, dear…she thought.
“Do you want my hands on you?” he asked again, and all she could was murmur in response, a kittenish sound that could only be taken as confirmation.
The tips of his fingers gently caressed her, that place which was now pulsing even harder, wet and needy. He slid one finger inside slowly, gently. She knew of that sensation, but nothing could have prepared her for his touch. Her entire body reacted to him, yearning for him, for everything he did. She rested her hands against his chest, feeling his muscles underneath her palms.
Without warning, he withdrew his hand and lifted her into his arms. She almost chuckled loudly.
“Do you know what I want?” he asked, taking her to the bed and placing her there as if she were a most precious, fragile object that needed tender love and care.
“What?” she whispered.
“To taste you…”
Upon those words, he crashed his lips against hers. The lash of his tongue was everywhere, claiming her. She tasted the dessert they’d had, inhaling his masculine scent. His manhood pressed against her thigh, and she knew she wanted to taste him as much as he wanted to taste her.
His tongue trailed a line down her neck and past her gown, which was still pooled around her waist, leaving her exposed. But all she could focus on was the heat of his mouth on her flesh.
He was tasting every bit of her body, just as he’d said he wanted to. His hands spread her knees as his mouth crashed over her mound, sucking, licking, tasting her essence. The pleasure he caused immediately chased away any fears that she might have had. She felt like the most desirable woman in the world, and her body awakened in a new sense of being.
His tongue flicked over her swollen bud, causing more sensations that threatened to completely engulf her. His finger slid inside of her, finding the center of her delight. He strummed her like a finely tuned instrument, and her moaning was the sweetest melody a man could ever create.
His tongue worked with precision along with his finger, bringing her to the edge easily. The pressure heightened, and warmth exploded deep inside of her, spreading throughout her entire body.
It took her a moment or two for her body to stop trembling, still feeling the consequences of the aftermath. When he lifted his head to her, his lips glistened with her pleasure. Instead of wiping himself, he neared her, nuzzling his nose against hers. His tongue licked her upper lip, his teeth tugging at it gently.
Without looking away even for a moment, he adjusted himself between her knees. “Tell me what you like,” she heard him say, his voice enhancing her need yet again. She couldn’t believe that she did not have enough. “Tell me what you want…”
She swallowed heavily. She had never been asked this question. In fact, she didn’t even know what she wanted, or how.
“I want… you,” she gasped as he pressed his manhood against her wet heat.
“Slowly?” he asked, breathing heavily.
