Page 42 of In Scandal with the Duke
Elizabeth gasped when he grabbed her and tossed her onto her belly. “James!” she said, laughing.
“You make me mad with hunger,” he growled. “Arch your hips.”
He brought his hand down sharply on her buttocks, and she moaned at the fiery sting. Elizabeth jerked at the delicious friction at the landing of a second slap. She was painfully aroused and gripped by emotions she had never felt before. Her breasts ached so much that the caresses of the sheets tormented the sensitive tips of her nipples.
“I love your sensuality,” James praised, his voice ruff with need. “So damn beautiful.”
Then his mouth was on her heated flesh, soothing the sting with kisses.
“I missed your smell, the taste of your skin, the feel of your silky pussy on my mouth,” he murmured, inhaling deeply as if wanting to trap her scent into his lungs. “I keep questioninghow… how is it that my want for you grows instead of waning.”
A delicious thrill went through her heart at his words. “I hope years from now you are still haunted by me.”
She felt the curve of his lips against her backside, then James bit the flesh of her arse as if in punishment for making him feel so much.
He gripped her hips, and she instinctively curved and arched her hips more, desire thrumming through her body when he placed a pillow under her hips. His powerful frame covered her like a sensual blanket, covering every inch of her back and thighs. His breath teased her ear and the side of her neck.
“Tell me you want my cock to possess every inch of your sweet, little cunt,” he murmured against her neck. “Slow and deep … hard and fast, however I want.”
Honeyed heat washed over her senses, and a sweet ache trembled in her belly. “I want you to take my cunt,” she whispered. “However you want me, I am yours.”
James pressed a kiss against the base of her neck, soothing and arousing at the same time. He slid his hand up, stroking his fingers along the bare skin of her belly, and Elizabeth arched her buttocks higher against his body, inviting his touch to consume her entire body. His hand slid down over her belly to her sex and parted her folds to find her clitoris.
He rubbed repeatedly over her nub, and her awareness narrowed to that sweet, pulsing pleasure between her thighs. It was ecstasy, the most nerve-wracking pleasure she had ever felt. A desperate heat burned low in her belly, and she grew so wet it was almost mortifying. The striking pressure against her clitoris increased when he started rubbing her there with two fingers. Up and down, then a press forward. Elizabeth was slowly losing the battle to stay in control. She felt like another creature, one that was wild and wanton, had taken over her body.
He stroked his cock deep inside her sex, and Elizabeth’s breath strangled, and her flesh burned as she adjusted to the thick invasion of his body into hers. She felt his hands slide over her bottom to help spread her pussy open for his invasion. The stretch was painful, but underneath it, the pleasure was sublime.
James started riding her, his thrusts deep and heavy with soft groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat, never altering his pace. The sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed lewd and erotic in the air. Elizabeth’s breath puffed in sharp pants and moans as she surrendered to the untamed way he pounded his cock inside her sex. The pressure felt almost unbearable, and she teetered on a precipice of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. When Elizabeth sobbed with ecstasy, he drove back in, shoving his cock even deeper. She was almost desperate to escape the ravaging of her pussy.
“James,” she wailed, her fingers tightly gripping the sheets.
His fingers strummed her clitoris, and shockingly, something lush and carnal opened inside of her, and the word that pushed from Elizabeth’s mouth was, “More!”
She sobbed when he pinched her sensitive clitoris, whimpering when he began rubbing it hard. Wicked bursts of ecstasy flooded her senses, and Elizabeth shattered under the onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, trembling.
Sweat slicked their skin, and she gasped as he shifted his legs between hers, widening her a little further, and then arched her hips higher. James then plunged into her sex with even more hunger. She buried her face against the sheets as he plunged his cock inside her again and again. Pleasure quaked through her as the heat low in her belly twisted and became a tight knot of exquisite delight.
“Again,” he hissed, “let me feel your pussy fluttering on my cock as you release.”
Elizabeth moaned shamelessly, screaming as she attained her fourth climax for the night. She instinctively rolled her hips backward into his thrusts. James buried his face in the curve of her throat, thrust deeply once more, and with a ragged groan, released deep inside her body.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered, sounding shocked.
He held her trembling body and delicately bit into the curve of her shoulder, the sting an erotic pleasure before pressing soothing kisses on the spot. Her breathing and heartbeat calmed, and Elizabeth collapsed to her belly, utterly repleted. Not a single muscle in her body felt capable of holding her up even for a moment longer.
“Is this how it always is?” she whispered.
James lowered his head to press warm lips softly against hers. Despite the soft touch, his kiss was searing and possessive.
“No,” he said gruffly, “I … this … I have never felt like this with anyone.”
She smiled and yawned indelicately. Elizabeth did not protest when he gently pulled from her body, walked away, and then returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned her. James came on the bed and tugged her into the curve of his arms. A tender feeling wrenched through her heart when she noted how careful he was with her.
The embers from the fire in the hearth barely sparked in the dimly lit bedroom. She snuggled into the warmth of James’s embrace, unable to move. His hand stroked up her side, over her shoulder and down her arm in a caress. Her senses were filled with the warm, masculine scent of him, and sleep beckoned. She moaned, fighting against it with all her willpower.
“I was so caught up in our moment that I did not protect you,” James said softly. “You could be with child.”
