Page 83 of A Duke's Lustful Portrait
“As delightful as this moment has been,” Sebastian said, interrupting her thoughts, “I hadn’t realized quite how soaked with dew my trousers would become from kneeling on the floor!”
Laughter bubbled from her again, and she kissed him, both hands on his cheeks once more. She muttered into his mouth, “If your knees are wet, then perhaps we ought to try lying down.”
He kissed her back, his tongue running across her bottom lip. He kissed her cheek and her neck, then whispered in her ear. “I reallydon’tknow what you’re suggesting, darling, being the innocent I am. Please, do show me.”
She pulled back and threw him a hungry look, then pushed on his chest so that he tumbled back. She followed him down, unable to stop herself, yearning for him as she had so often since the day they met. She kissed him furiously and rapidly, digging her fingers into his thick hair.
“You have satisfied my soul today with your proposal,” she said, “but my body needs satisfying, too.”
He raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on her lower back. “Really, My Lady? All you needed to do was ask.”
With that, he flipped her onto her back, her beautiful black hair fanned out around her head. She squealed in delight, feeling the throbbing length of him against her thigh. It excited her that it took so little to harden him, his desire only ever just below the surface.
The heat rose in her as he hitched up her skirt, yanking it from under her until she was on display, the country air cool on her steaming sex. He placed a finger over her centre, and she quivered, her eyes locked with his. She pushed her lips together, needing it, wanting it, craving it, and she nodded, opening her legs a little more to allow him access.
Still staring into her eyes, he pushed his finger into her. She let out a squeak of pleasure, her eyes on the one she loved, her hands clutching the skirt around her waist. His finger was sly, insistent, as it moved in and out of her, driving the sensation within her to a breaking point. His weight pressed down on her, and she opened her mouth to speak, but he didn’t allow it.
He bent his head and fastened his lips to hers, kissing her in time to his movements. She was so close to the end, so near to the unspiralling she craved, when he stopped suddenly, smiling at her slyly.
“Why have you stopped?” she asked, looking up at him pitifully.
“You do look like a sad little puppy,” he said with a chuckle.
She grasped his hand and thrust it between her thighs again, urging him to continue, but he simply pulled away, shaking his head.
“I want more,” he said. “I want to be inside you. Why should you get all the pleasure?”
Her eyes lit with wild desire at the very idea. On his knees, he unbuttoned his trousers, allowing his manhood to escape. The sight of it made her writhe beneath him, her insatiable hunger driving her to take it in her hands. It was hot and moist, and she pushed her hips into the air, telling him she was ready.
He drove himself into her without another word, and she gasped as she always did when he entered her, filling her completely. The onslaught of sensation made her throw her head back and let out a loud moan of delight, her hands scrabbling across his back in search of some purchase, something to hold onto.
As Sebastian rocked inside her, he moved closer to her, lying on top of her and allowing his weight to rest on her. At that moment, she realized she had everything she ever wanted. The freedom to live her life, a man beside her to explore with, and a man inside her to drive her wild.
She pushed herself against him with abandon, driving him deeper and deeper until it felt as though he hit her very centre. She growled, a fury of passion and love exploding within her. And then it came, the peak, the very best of feelings, and she closed her eyes, letting it flow through her as the unravelling began.
Finally, she fell back, exhausted and smug and overwhelmed with love. He lay beside her, gazing at her lovingly, and stroked the hair from her cheek.
“Thank you,” she said in a whisper. “Now you have satisfied every bit of me.”
“That is all I ever want to do, my love, and I strive to do it every day for the rest of our lives.”
Epilogue
One month later
Sebastian stood at the altar, his legs jiggling with nerves. They’d opted for a small, intimate wedding with just them and Priscilla in attendance. Their families had been the subject of theton’s gossip since Sinclair’s arrest, and both he and Arabella were looking forward to peaceful times with family. He did wish he had someone there with him, though. Someone to give him a word of advice.
He looked up to the heavens. “I hope you would be proud of me, Mother, of the man I’ve become. I don’t think I could have done it without you.”
“I have no doubt she would be proud of you, son.”
Sebastian spun around, startled by the man’s voice behind him. His jaw dropped open when he saw who it was. He was a plump, short man with skin the colour of olives and eyes that shone like sapphires.
“Hector! How … why … I mean, when did you get back?”
The real Duke of Ravenswood let out a laugh and began to walk down the aisle of the small church. “I heard on the grapevine that the Duke of Ravenswood was getting married, and, well, I thought to myself I couldn’t miss that!”
Sebastian felt his cheeks flush, both embarrassed and guilty to have been found out. Hector had been kind enough to welcome him into his family, his home. He’d made Sebastian his son and offered him an allowance, and Sebastian had repaid him by stealing his identity and causing havoc in the London social scene.
