Page 31 of In Scandal with the Duke
She barely saw his outline as he tugged off his gloves and dropped them to the grass. He pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her neck. James then traced the outline of her mouth with a finger.
“Open.”
The sensual command tightened her nipples. She parted her lips, and he stroked his finger inside. Acting on instinct, Elizabeth curled her tongue over his finger and sucked. He made a low sound of hunger in his throat and pushed his finger deeper.
“I am going to fuck your mouth, coaxing you to take my cock to the back of your throat.”
Her breath audibly hitched when she recalled the thickness she’d felt.
As if he sensed her thoughts, he stroked his finger deeper and wickedly said, “When you gag, I’ll only massage your throat until you take all of me.”
He removed his finger, and the soft brush of his thumb against her bottom lip made her whimper. His touch was warm, and even though it was light as a butterfly’s wings, it sent a shock of heat between her legs. Or was it his words that provoked the sensation?
“There are times I will eat your pussy until you release on my tongue over and over. Even when you beg me to stop … I will not stop.”
Elizabeth swallowed tightly.
“I will not be mindful of any delicate sensibilities. I’ll place you on your belly, a pillow under your hips so that your pussy is canted upwards, spread and waiting for me. I’ll fuck you like that, hard and deep.”
Oh, God. That desperate feeling pierced her low in her belly once again. His teeth raked over her madly fluttering pulse.
“Your pussy will hurt because the fit will be so damn tight, but I’ll make it feel good, too. So damn good. I’ll not stop fucking it even if you beg,” he said with sensual ruthlessness. “In truth, there will be times I take your pussy so long and hard you’ll be sore for days afterward, but you will enjoy it. That is the kind of lover I am, Elizabeth.”
She could only shiver as wet heat scalded her neck from the open kiss he placed there. A breath shuddered from her, and Elizabeth was almost mortified by how wet she was getting. He shifted in the dark, dragging her ball gown up until it reached her thighs.
“James,” she moaned softly, arching into his fingers that trailed up to her inner thigh with carnal intent, and then his fingers were there, where she ached. He slid a hot, probing finger through her curls, dipping low until he teased the entrance of her sex.
His damp finger moved around to her buttocks, and her eyes widened when he ran his knuckle up the cleft of her arse.
“I am going to spank your ass until it blushes red, then eventually, I will be sliding my cock up this ass of yours.”
Shocked at the depraved carnality in his words, an overwhelming weakness quivered through her. Elizabeth tried to imagine his powerful male body pinning her down from behind and that thick cock parting her back entrance, and to her mortification, her pussy grew wetter.
He licked along her lips, his scent rousing and evocative.
“I need you so damn wet you’ll soak my cock because I am not a small man. I’ll prepare your cunt with my tongue and fingers … two or three stretching you wide … maybe four fingers. I’ve shared my lovers with my friends,” he said with possessive sensuality, “but not you,neveryou.”
“James,” she whispered, her heart thrilling.
“Hmm?”
“Kiss me.”
“Ah, Elizabeth, you are not running,” he groaned. “You should be running.”
“The place I want to run is into your arms, James, not away from it.”
An inarticulate sound slipped from him; he stroked that hovering finger deep inside her sex, dipped his head and claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss. Elizabeth became lost in his taste and marauding mouth, surrendering to the raw, physical responses swamping her senses. He kissed her mouth until her lips felt bruised. He released her lips and kissed her all over, trailing his mouth over her neck, collarbone and down the valley of her breasts.
“Drag down your gown; let me taste your pretty nipples.”
She complied, wrenching the material down to bare her breasts to the cool night air. His finger plunged in and out of her body, stroking her arousal until it felt as if lightning struck her low in her belly. She gasped, clutching his head when he licked her nipple. His breath feathered over her bare skin, nips and soft bites over her nipples and the undersides of her breasts, eliciting hot, wanton shivers through her body. His mouth closed around her nipple, sucking on it with hard, rough pulls of his mouth.
A strangled moan escaped her as exquisite tension twisted in her belly. James eased her from his body, lowering her feet to the ground. She sensed that he kneeled before her. He kissed her shin, the top of her knees, the sensitive spot on her right thigh.
“Lean back on the sculpture and widen your legs.”
Her heart slamming against her chest, Elizabeth complied. He slid his hands under her ball gown, cupped her derriere and pulled her sex onto his tongue. The stunning pleasure of his tongue lapping at her, thrusting inside her, licking the sensitive walls of her sex had her whimpering. Elizabeth leaned weakly against the sculpture, slapping a hand over her mouth. Her thighs trembled as he lasciviously licked her, curling his tongue over her clitoris. Pleasure raced over her skin and down to her belly, drawing it into a tight knot of agonizing need.
