Page 72 of A Duke's Sinful Bargain
He got up and walked around the mahogany writing table to reach her, pulling her closer to him. “If it was to give me a kiss, I wholeheartedly agree.” With those words, he pressed his lips tenderly against hers, tasting the tea and scones with strawberry jam she must have had for breakfast. “You are so delicious,” he murmured against her lips, desiring her once again.
He couldn’t understand it. He’d thought his desire for her would slowly come under his control, but instead, he was becoming more and more ravenous for her. He simply could not get enough of her kisses, her fragrant skin, her moans against his ear. He wanted them at all times, and now was no exception to that rule.
She giggled when he kissed her neck. “That tickles…” she whispered softly, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
“So you did come here for kisses, you naughty thing,” he teased.
“No, no,” she playfully pushed him away, which made his desire even more potent, “I actually came for a completely different reason.”
“I can’t imagine anything other than kisses,” he pretended to ponder, gently trailing a line with his tongue down her throat. “You were saying?”
“Oh, I…” she murmured, closing her eyes, nearing him and raking her fingers through his hair. “I forget…”
“That’s all right, darling,” he whispered into her ear, feeling her melt in his arms.
His manhood raged with a desire to have her right then and there. He gripped her body, pressing it close to his, sensing her need. His fingers carefully started to gather her gown upward as he gently led her toward the writing table. When she was close to it, he grabbed her by the thighs, which she locked around him, and seated her on top of it.
“Oh, my,” she teased, staring at him with those starstruck eyes. “What do you think you are doing?”
“What does it look like?” he replied mischievously.
“It looks like you are trying to purposefully distract me,” she replied as his fingers caressed the inside of her thigh, climbing upward, closer to her molten heat.
“Is it working?” He grinned against her lips as their foreheads touched.
“Yes…” She closed her eyes, clearly relishing his touch. He loved seeing her like this, completely giving herself to him.
“I want to be inside of you so badly,” he spoke in a voice that didn’t seem to belong to him. It was much deeper and huskier.
“Yes, now…”
He continued to kiss her neck, his fingers caressing the wet petals of her desire. She arched her back, biting her lip as he slid his finger inside of her.
“Oh…” she moaned loudly.
“You are so wet for me, my sweet Anna,” he whispered into her ear, unbuttoning his trousers as he stepped away from her for just a moment. He relished the sight of her as her cheeks burned with desire, her eyes doe-like and needy, ravenous just as he was.
He stepped closer to her as she locked her legs around his waist. He slid into her wet heat without warning, her entire body welcoming him, not wishing to let him go. He thrusted wildly, without restraint, as she gripped at him, keeping her as close to him as she could. Their breathing grew louder and louder and they stared at each other, unwilling to look away.
They were both on the brink of ecstasy, enjoying the moment, until her body tightened, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her velvet heat pulsated around his manhood, gripping him, clutching at him, then releasing him, creating a cycle of pulling and pushing, which in turn made him spend deep inside of her, claiming her once again as his very own.
They remained like that for a moment before he kissed her gently on the lips, pulling away. They adjusted their clothes quickly, beaming smiles on their faces.
“You know,” she teased, “that is really not why I’ve come.”
“No?” He chuckled. “Then I was very good at distracting you.”
She swatted him playfully on the shoulder. “It’s actually a surprise.”
This caught his attention. “A surprise? For me?”
“Mmhmm.” She nodded. “And if you weren’t distracting me with… all this, you would have it already.”
“What is it?” he asked, refusing to let her go from his embrace.
“Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it, you silly man?” she teased him back. She pulled away from his embrace, giving him an order. “Now, close your eyes, darling. And no peeking.”
“All right,” he said, doing as she bid him. Strangely, he was giddy about this surprise, whatever it was. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had gifted him something special. And if it was from Anna, it would be.
