Page 56 of Good Duke Gone Cold

He sucked in his breath. So she did know what she wanted.

He leaned his head in to drop lingering kisses on her shoulder leading up to her neck. “And this?”

She moaned. He pulled the sleeves further down to hold her arms in place, then began nibbling on her neck and down toward her breasts. Fire shot through his core and his arousal thickened. He tugged the front of her dress down and began licking one of her breasts while massaging the other. Her groans became his groans and so he pulled her closer until her full body was pressed against his. “Nothing is forbidden,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want,” she panted, “You.”

He tore her out of her dress and stays, and then pushed them toward his bed until her legs hit the bed and they tumbled down together. He caught himself on his elbows and she grasped at his shirt. Struggling to free him of the weight of his clothes, he took to his knees and pulled his shirt over his head then wrenched off his breeches and the rest.

He arousal thrust at her belly and as he kneed her legs apart he felt her heat and wetness. “My god, Mary,” he murmured into her hair. “I want to make you come for days.”

She arched her hips into him. He could not contain himself. He had plans to slowly introduce her to all the avenues of pleasure, but his primitive nature had been unleashed when she pushed herself up to him.

He let himself slide between her folds and rub her until the wetness had soaked them both. “Mary,” he blew her name into her ear. “My love, my pet, my minx.” He groaned to reign himself in. “This might be a bit uncomfortable, but only for a short bit. Then all you’ll feel is pleasure. I’ll see to it.” He couldn’t explain any more. Just managing those words took all his mental faculties.

Then he placed himself at her entrance and dipped into her. He pulled out and grunted, then dipped in again. She moaned and arched herself into him more until he felt her hands pulling him down, closer, harder. Then he gently pushed in until he had reached the helm. “Oh my god, Mary.” He sucked on her nipple tugging it until she jolted up from the bed and finally spoke her first words in lovemaking.

“Gregory. I want you. All of you. You are my desire.”

Their tongues met and clashed, and as he swept in her mouth and pulled out, he matched the rhythm of his movements until he could feel her tension build and then her quim clenched around him repeatedly until he thought he would die of pleasure.

Mary felt like she had left her body and was floating up into the air, except that she felt the full weight of Gregory’s body on her, and still in her, as she lay on the bed. There were no words to describe the glory she had just reached. The stars were still blinding her vision, and her limbs were beyond lazy.

Never had she ever thought desire could be slated like this. Gregory was her home. He was her safe place, her confidant. He was the one she could always trust and always follow. Because he put her first. He was unselfish and confident. She knew that their life together would be shared, not controlled by either person. She knew that he cherished her and her dreams and desires. And if the last several minutes, and previous trysts, were any indication, he took his vows of worshiping her body very seriously.

“I love you,” she nuzzled into his face.

He lifted himself off of her and looked into her eyes, “I love you, too.”

She wanted the moment to remain unbroken. She wanted to stare into his adoring face for eternity. But she also wanted to repeat what they had just done.

“I can’t wait to see what more desires we can fulfill for each other.”

They chuckled as he rolled them over. And then they spent the night, and the rest of their days, exploring more of those desires.