Page 34 of A Duke's Keeper
Silent outrage had his fingers bunching into the fabric. She should have been in silks, wrapped, draped, every floor lined underfoot as she walked.
His fingers dipped below her neckline, teasing the valley of smooth skin.
He captured her moan in his mouth, its sweet, alto tone in perfect harmony with his growling base.
Music. She was like a clashing symphony of notes he couldn’t take in all at once or he’d rend apart from the rich sound.
Her white cape’s tie loosened with a long pull and slid from her shoulders to join his clothes at their feet. He put to task unfastening the fine hooks of her dress until that too slipped down around her shoulders and caught on the womanly flare of her hips.
She shivered, her body cold no doubt with the exposure of skin to the fireless room. She pressed closer, and Renard was all too willing to share his heat.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he said against her lips.
He flicked his tongue against hers when she complied, earning another unfettered moan from her throat.
Without breaking their kiss, he grasped her skirt, one-layered and too damn thin, and pushed them up... up until they revealed those luscious hips. She didn’t wear stockings or knickers and the bare skin of her shapely thighs was like a dinner bell.
His mouth watered. Fingers digging in, he lifted her and pushed himself between her legs.
She clung to him, her fingers snaking into his hair. Her pants were erotic, animalistic, driving his own passion wild.
His body was pushing forward at an alarming rate, the sounds and feel of her ripping away at his composure. A quick shift and his throbbing cock sprang loose, finding the apex of her legs and nudging her open.
Nails dug into his scalp, clawing him closer.
One second more not being inside her and he’d go mad.
He drove upward, impaling her on him. The heat was scalding. “My God!”
He nearly came then—the folds of her so tight, he couldn’t breathe, else he find his release—but her sharp gasp held more than pleasure. He drew back and stared into her eyes, dark and lovely, half-glazed in her passion. The other half...
His gaze caught on the door they leaned against, the white, painted clouds swirling into a nauseating baby blue of heaven’s sky. His stomach plummeted.
He’d pushed her against a door without a thought. And that sound of pain... “Are you all right? I’m... I didn’t mean to be so rough.”I didn’t mean to be a rutting monster.
She shook her head, her expression scrunched. “It’s just so much.” She wiggled against him, lifting her bottom up and then down, pulling him in and out.
Her wince left him cold.
She’d been a fucking virgin!
Withdrawing to her folds’ edges, her legs tightened around his hips and drew him back inside with a seductive sound of slapping skin.
“Oh!” She ground down on him and threw back her head, his name on her lips.
He gritted his teeth, knowing the harm was done. Taking control, he set a smooth pace, that edge to heavenly bliss so close, his toes skimmed the clouds. Pushing that pleasure away, he focused on her.
He tasted the top swell of her breasts and rubbed circles in her curls above where their bodies connected.
She arched, her fingers tangled in his hair pulling. “More,” she demanded.
He grinned and moved, inside and out... out, then slammed back in. Out... out, in. He moved faster, the little thrusts of his hips making her mewl and writhe.
She was so tight, so hot.
He barreled to that edge and fell off the side as she found her own climax with a scream.
Their chests rose and fell and slowed together. Renard slid her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist should her legs give out. Winded, spent, he felt wholly satisfied for the first time in his life. He held her to him, feeling the weight of her against him, feeling the perfection of how their bodies fit.
