Page 34 of A Duke's Sinful Bargain
Their banter continued, layered with subtle innuendos. He knew where they were headed, but he was enjoying the journey as much as the destination. She was witty and charming, more so than any other woman he had ever spoken to.
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“The tour continues?” she wondered, chuckling, as Alexander took her by the hand, leading her up the stairs.
“If you want it to.” He grinned. How she loved it when he did that. It made her knees turn to jelly.
“There was something I wanted to see… again,” she admitted, biting her lip as she spoke.
“What?” He stopped in the middle of the corridor, turning to her.
She leaned closer. Now, they were standing so close that their lips were almost touching. “Your bed chamber.”
She could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed heavily, his eyes sparkling in the dark. Their noses brushed against each other.
“Is that where you want me to take you?” he asked in a whisper. She never knew a whisper could be so arousing.
“I want you to… take me,” she whispered back, and heat unfurled inside of her, stronger than ever. It was not the wine talking. It was her.
Within moments, she was in his bed chamber, with the doors closed. His body kept her firmly pressed to the wall. She gasped as she felt him gather her gown around her waist. She wanted to feel his fingers again, but he decided to torment her instead.
“I want to look at you,” he whispered into her ear.
Skillfully, he released her from the confines of her gown, allowing it to pool down around her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and stood completely naked. Yet, instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt adored. He pressed his open palms to her flesh, pulling her to him into a long, passionate kiss. She raked her fingers through his hair, keeping him closer.
Without breaking the kiss, he led them to the bed. He relinquished his own clothes, lying on top of her. His hand lowered between her legs, gently caressing her.
“Is this what you want?” he murmured against her burning skin.
“Mmhmm.” She nodded, closing her eyes.
“Look at me, Anna,” she heard him say.
When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her, drinking in the sight of her. No one had ever looked at her in such a manner, with such utter devotion. His other hand gently cupped her breasts, teasing them, his fingers playing with her pebbled nipple.
“Oh…” she moaned softly, biting her lower lip.
This time, his lips crashed against hers and he bit her tenderly, tugging at her lip.
“You are so wet for me,” he said in that voice she loved so much. She could listen to him all night long.
He didn’t need her response. He could see it in her eyes. His lips were on hers yet again, drowning the last remnants of logic and reason. There was no fear. There was no world outside the confines of his bed chamber. She wanted him to do everything to her, with her. Her lips parted for his tongue. She wanted to taste every bit of him, knowing well it was a desire that would never be fully satiated.
She could feel his manhood prodding at her wet heat. She wanted him more than words could describe. He broke the kiss, pulling away for a moment.
“You are so beautiful, Anna…” he said, not taking his eyes off of her.
“Oh, Alexander…” she moaned again, spreading her legs for him, locking them around his waist. “Take me…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into her deeply, but gently. She could feel his manhood filling her to the brim. He started to move slowly, in and out, sliding effortlessly.
She could barely breathe as she slowly reached the brink. Her mind was blank. There was nothing she could ever possibly want, other than to be with this man… forever. The thought frightened her, but then her body took over. Instinct reigned, allowing utter pleasure to wash over her.
She clutched at him desperately, releasing all the pent longing of the previous week. Their breathing synchronized and their bodies worked in unison, bringing them both to the point of no return. He kept thrusting into her, deep and full.
Suddenly, she came undone. Her insides clenched around him, keeping him inside, pulsating around his manhood. She had completely lost control as pleasure unfurled. As the last waves of desire left her body, he withdrew, spending once again on her inner thigh.
Their bodies thundered in the aftermath as he slumped next to her once again. But instead of telling her to leave, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. They rested in each other’s arms. That was not part of the arrangement. Yet, she did not say anything.
