Page 52 of Duke with a Deception
Had he ever wanted a woman this much?
Pumping his finger steadily in and out, he flicked his tongue over her pearl faster, harder. He was a supplicant quite literally at Verity’s feet. On his knees for her. Mayhap he could never make it right, he could never completely earn her, but he could easily spend the rest of his years trying.
He heard her sharp inhalation of breath, felt her body twist and stiffen, her cunny spasming around his finger as he drove deep, and he knew he had brought her to completion. He longed to tongue her to another orgasm, but he swore he’d die if he didn’t have her soon.
He pressed a wet kiss to her inner thigh, then lifted his head to savor the sight of her covered in dew, his finger still in her to the hilt. The only more glorious thing to behold would be his cock, filling her.
“Forgive me,” he murmured, hating how he had been, his loss of control.
It had been many years since he had allowed himself to feel anything other than lust. But she was worth being vulnerable. He could slay the demons, if only for her.
Her fingers riffled through his hair. “Stop apologizing and finish making love to me. You’re wearing far too many clothes.”
A laugh tore from him. “Impatient angel.” He withdrew from her slowly, mesmerized by the glistening evidence of her desire coating his finger. “I needed my dessert first. It was far too sweet to be skipped.” He offered the finger to her. “Taste how sweet.”
Holding his gaze, she took the digit into her mouth and sucked.
Blazing hell.He hadn’t been prepared for her lusty response, for the way her tongue plied the bottom of his finger, for the suction of those lush lips. His cock ached, longing to replace hisfinger. He forced himself to recall that she was still relatively a novice.
Slowly, you fool,he reprimanded himself again.
But he didn’t listen.
Instead, he pulled his finger out of her mouth and surged to his feet, taking her lips in a slow, ravishing kiss. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I need you too badly.”
“Yes,” she whispered, tearing at his buttons, seemingly as frantic for him as he was for her.
But there wasn’t time to divest him of his garments. He picked her up and carried her across the room, settling her on the edge of the bed. Then he tore open the fall of his trousers, pulled her chemise around her waist, and notched his leaking cock against the sultry wet warmth of her cunt. Heaven was there. So close.
He broke the kiss.
“Need you now,” he managed to rasp, leaning his forehead into hers.
Their breathing was mutually ragged as he guided her legs around his hips. The bed was stupidly tall, but it was perfect for his height. He could fuck her this way with ease. He didn’t even need to bend his knees.
“Please,” she begged, kissing him. “Make love to me.”
She didn’t need to tell him a second time. And although he told himself to proceed gently, he had scarcely any tenderness left in him as he thrust into her, overwhelmed instead by raw, unrestrained need. She wrapped around him perfectly, soaked and inviting, her inner muscles clenching in welcome. Another push forward, and he was all the way in.
With great effort, he stilled, even when his body cried out for more.
“Do you have any pain?”
“None, my love.”
She was resilient. He knew that about her. Admired it. And now that same resilience had him losing control in a different way. He kissed her, dragging himself through her slickness until he was almost free and then pumping hard, until he was once more being milked by her sweet cunny. It was too good. Better than before, even, because this time, he wasn’t encumbered by the worry that he was hurting her. This time, she was already his, and this dance between them could take the path it chose. He slammed in and out of her, kissing her, fucking her whilst wearing every last stitch of his clothes.
He hadn’t even taken off her chemise. Her pretty breasts were hidden from view. He broke the kiss, needing to see himself pumping into her, to see her stretched wide, taking him. With one hand, he tore at her chemise, ripping the fine fabric down the center and setting her breasts free. Hard pink nipples bobbed forth for his mouth. He took his time sucking each one as he fucked her hard and deep, then straightened to watch his cock disappearing into her again and again.
“You tore my chemise,” she gasped, bracing herself on the mattress as she met him thrust for thrust, taking her pleasure.
“Forgive me,” he gritted out insincerely. “But I’d tear it again if given the chance.”
Then he lowered his head and took her nipple back into his mouth, sucking hard as he thrust into her, his fingers stroking her bud the way she’d shown him she liked.
She choked out his name, clamping down hard on him, squeezing him so tightly that his own orgasm rushed upon him. Something hot unfurled deep in his spine, and then he lost control completely. He was too late to withdraw from her. For the first time in years, King spilled inside a woman.
Inside Verity.
