Page 116 of The Duke's Unclaimed Bride
His tongue pressed in again, and she cried out in pleasure. It went deeper, pressing against the spots that made her see stars. She felt her walls clench around his tongue and knew she was getting close to her release.
And then he pulled back.
She let out a needy whine as he sat on his heels.
He grinned at her. “Patience,” he cooed.
“I feel like I’ve been patient enough with you,” she huffed.
He chuckled and stood up before pulling off his breeches. His hand went to his length, stroking it earnestly. She swallowed hard as she watched him put on a show for her.
“Are you going to do this with or without your dress on?” he asked teasingly.
She suddenly scrambled to pull off her clothes, making him laugh.
“Don’t you want me to be eager?” she asked as her petticoat came off.
“Now, whatever gave you that idea?” he drawled, walking to the edge of the bed as he pulled off his waistcoat.
“You laughed at me,” she pointed out, helping him with his buttons.
He rolled his eyes. “I did not mean to be rude,” he said, pushing her onto the bed. “It still amuses me how you can be so serious running your charity. And yet, when we end up in bed together, you forget all propriety.”
“I did not think my husband would want propriety with me,” she quipped.
“I suppose not,” he said, kissing her neck.
She moaned, sinking into the mattress. Slowly but surely, he pushed his length into her. She gasped, the feeling of fullness stealing her breath. He groaned and started moving inside her.
“I love you,” he panted.
“I love you too,” she moaned.
He gripped her hips, pushing into her more deeply while keeping the same rhythm.
“More,” she whimpered.
He chuckled. “More? But I thought you would take whatever I could give.”
“And I know you can give me more,” she said. “So give me more.”
He grinned and kissed her neck again. He opened his mouth, his teeth grazing her skin. She gasped as he lightly bit her neck and thrust into her faster. She cried out in pleasure, her back arching off the bed.
He groaned. “Better?” he asked against her skin.
“Much,” she breathed.
He grinned and bit the junction between her shoulder and neck. His hand moved from her hip, and he pressed his thumb against her sensitive bud.
“Oh!” she cried out as his thumb circled the bundle of nerves. “Laurence, I’m going to…”
“Do it,” he panted. “Let me feel your pleasure, Edith.”
Her eyes rolled back, and she cried out as pleasure washed over her. She felt her walls spasm and coat his length in her arousal.
Laurence moaned, and a few more thrusts later, he joined her, falling into ecstasy. She whimpered as his seed filled her.
He pulled back and looked down at her, his eyes shining with adoration. “You are perfect,” he murmured, moving to cuddle her.
