Page 50 of The Duke

Elsie’s sweet mouth pressed tenderly against his lips. Kissing him, drowning him in the memories of their entwined bodies.

“Let me stay,” she whispered, and Kit knew he could not say no. He would never say no to her. He nodded when she pulled back from their second kiss to look at him, and Elsie slowly clambered on top of him, before he grabbed her up more securely into his arms. She wore only her light nightgown, and her bare legs were soon wrapped around his waist, her bottom grinding against him while their kisses grew wilder. His fingers gripped and pulled at the thin material, ruining the seams and baring her breasts. Bending down, he peppered kisses over her exposed nipples, delighting in the sound of her gasps as his whiskers grazed her skin.

“How I have missed you,” Kit said, his voice throaty and keen.

“Please.” Her voice was raw with need.

Slowly, or as slowly as he could manage, Kit rolled her beneath him, pinning and interlocking their hands over her head, fastening his mouth to hers as he positioned himself above her. When he surged inside her, his mouth captured her encouraging cries, and then as he started to rock in and out of her, the sweet sensation of being held, of being secure, and of being known, gripped him.

The momentum—the force of his need for her—meant little could have stopped the sensations. He claimed her with increasing ferocity, the movements fast and all-consuming as Elsie clung to him, her nails digging into his back, urging Kit on.

When the first waves of his release echoed around his senses, he was relieved to hear an answering response from Elsie. Her delighted mews sounded in his ears, and he drove into her more desperately, finally losing himself within her as she clung to him, sounds and movement, thought and the outside world, purged from their minds.

Still buried deep within her, Kit paused gazing down at Elsiethrough the darkness, realising how right she had been—that no matter what the costs of the journey to find her, it had all been worthwhile.

“Kit?” she asked, her hand loosening from his grip to reach up and touch his face. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing,” Kit said, kissing her again. “Absolutely nothing.”