Page 100 of Daring with a Duke
She was so close, but she skipped over where her pleasure centered and slid her fingers lower, gliding around him so she could feel his slick, silky cock driving into her. A low groan left him, and his thrusts grew stuttered—a telltale sign he was close.
“Come inside me, Ash,” she said between pants.
He froze for the briefest of moments, so brief that she only detected it because of how perfectly matched they were with each other.
“We don’t have to be careful anymore. I want no barriers. I want you to give me everything.” Her voice was nothing but a desperate plea.
He picked up his pace, his thrusts so strong her palm was forced against the apex of her thighs with every pass. Her muscles pulled taut, pleasure coiled tight, tighter still as she teetered on the edge. He thrust again and bliss broke over her, sweeping through her, sparking in her veins. Her fingernails clawed into the wall as a sob ripped from her throat.
He drove into her, hips jerky and erratic. And then he was burying his hoarse yell in her neck, his hands biting into her skin as he held still, deep inside her, filling her. No barriers. Just raw, unadulterated love. As close and intimate as two people could be. His words flittered through her mind, as clear as they were nearly a year ago.You and I are no more; only us remains.
Her body trembled beneath his and emotion clogged her throat. Dear God, how she loved this man.
“I love you, Lissy. So damn much.”
Her heart floated happily in her chest, at his words mirroring her own thoughts, at the sentiment evident in the thickness of his tone. He felt it too.
“I love you too, Ash,” she whispered, not capable of forming anything more.
He pulled away from her and even though she couldn’t see him, she could sense him. Sense how his movements halted. How his breathing stopped. How his gaze burned into her flesh.
Her chin brushed her shoulder as she dared a peek at him. And her heart clattered against her ribcage and then took off at a rampant pace. Because her possessive, dangerous Duke was back, his gaze obsidian black as he stared at the heart of her.
One of his fingers lightly coasted over her inner thigh, sliding through the evidence of their lovemaking. And then she was unceremoniously spun, skirts dropping around her, fourteen stones of unrestrained duke bearing down upon her. He pressed her into the wall, mouth slamming against hers in a fervent, sinful kiss.
He pulled back, breaths bursting from them as sharp as a gunshot. She blinked dazedly at him, reeling from whatever had just come over Ash.
“H-handkerchief, please?”
He slowly shook his head, his lips quirking up in a half-smile that spoke of forbidden things. Ash’s hands slid down her waist, over her hip, down to her legs. Where he pressed them together. She gasped, his seed sliding over her thighs, making an utter sticky mess of her.
His eyes flashed, pure devilry. “You’re going to walk out there,” he said, his low, rich baritone causing her breath to catch. “My seed coating your skin. And all those men will look at you,wanting you. But you’ll know exactly who you belong to.” He leaned forward, lips brushing over hers at his next words. “A reminder that I have no issue satisfying my woman.”
She slumped bonelessly against the wall. “Bloody hell, Ash,” she whimpered, not embarrassed in the least that it came out as a desperate whine. “If I had known a night like this would bring out this side of you, I would have dragged you to a ball a long,longtime ago.”
He nuzzled into her neck, the warmth of his sigh sinking into her skin and filling her entire body.
“How utterly uncivilized you are,” she murmured.
He pulled back, a wicked smile donning his face.
But her Duke underestimated her. Because she wanted him as disarmed and undone as she was.
“Perhaps next time,” she said with feigned indifference. “I can get on my knees for you, Duke.” She cocked her head, fluttering her eyelashes lightly. “You can use me. Thoroughly. And when we return to the ballroom, my lips swollen and deep pink, there will be no question about what we were just doing.” She peered up at him, flirtation seeping like syrup into her tone. “Everyone will know I was servicing my duke.”
He growled. “God, Lissy. You’re going to kill me, I swear.”
Her face split into a grin. “Mmm” she agreed. “I wouldn’t be your Freya otherwise.”
He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “My Freya.”
