Page 75 of Her Beast of a Duke
Her body began to tremble, and then a violent shudder had her ascending from her own body, her eyes rolling back as her orgasm took over her senses. Her hips were moving against his,and she heard Oscar’s own pants as he chased his release right alongside hers.
When he climaxed, she felt the spill of him inside her, but she only moaned at the sensation, craving him all over again.
Oscar went to pull out, but she clamped her legs tighter around him, her eyes heavy.
“Do not move,” she murmured, her voice slurring with the effects of her ebbing pleasure.
Her body felt limp, and she was aware that he shifted them so she could slump onto his lap. It only made his length go deeper once more, and she let out a weak moan.
“I wish to take you again,” she told him, giggling into his neck as her hips were already working to have more pleasure, more of him, and she knew she would quickly become addicted to such sensations.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for a moment,” he laughed softly, brushing her wet hair from her neck.
“I need you,” she responded, kissing the base of his throat.
“Then allow me to pleasure you with my tongue until I can enter you properly again,” he offered, pulling back to offer her a devastating smirk.
Within a moment, Isabella was on her knees, her hips pulled to his face in the lewdest of ways, yet once his tongue entered her, every other thought left her mind.
Chapter Eighteen
Over the next two days, Morris recovered quickly, and by the third day, he was back to his bounding self, tearing through the garden before Isabella and Oscar, who walked down the flowering paths.
Their hands brushed, and Isabella kept considering taking his hand in hers, but she thought he rather enjoyed the teasing brushing, so she did not.
It reminded her of how he had laced his fingers through hers during their coupling last night, when he had pressed her into her own bed, mouth already hungry and seeking.
“He is doing well,” she noted, gesturing ahead at where the bloodhound snuffled into a rosebush, and she wondered if he sought out an animal or a rose for himself as a trophy for hunting. “It seems he takes after his master when it comes to healing.”
“He is a strong dog,” Oscar praised. “Though I cannot say I bounce back so quickly.”
“No?”
He swallowed, shaking his head. “The war took a long time to come to terms with, and my injuries were deep and slow to heal. It was not a kind process.” He sighed, nodding back to Morris. “But I am glad that he is able to have a kinder one than I did. Both times, really.”
“You have both been hurt enough,” Isabella said softly, reaching out to brush her fingertips against some petals at her side. “The scars will remain, but that does not mean you have to keep punishing yourself.”
“I do not punish myself,” he said quickly. Then, after a moment, he muttered, “I do not like you reading me so acutely.”
Isabella only smiled and kissed his cheek before pulling back, but he caught her around the waist, keeping her at his side.
Morris still sniffed ahead, glancing back at them once before leaping off into more bushes.
“Will you have dinner with me tonight?” Oscar asked her, and Isabella’s eyes widened. “It is… it is something I have wanted to ask you for a while. Tonight is a good night for it; the cook is preparing an expensive cut of meat, and I’ve got an excellent bottle of wine in the cellar to go along?—”
This time, Isabella’s quick kiss was to his mouth. “I would love to. I often hoped that was what you began to ask a few times, but never dared to think it.”
“I admit I avoided it several times.” He laughed almost nervously at himself, as if both mocking and hating himself for the vulnerability. “In fact, a change would be welcome. How about we dine in our nightclothes?”
“That is most uncommon,” she countered, frowning. “I will be in a thin nightgown.”
His eyes sparkled. “Exactly. And you ought to know, I do not wear a great deal of clothing to bed.”
“I have a counteroffer,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “We dine in your chambers instead of the dining hall, and I admire you throughout the whole meal.”
“Deal,” he murmured against her lips.
After spending so long hoping the distance would not be reignited, Isabella tried not to worry that she was on borrowed time for his openness and how close he was allowing her to get.
