Page 78 of Duke with a Deception
He made a low sound of approval. “Then take what you want, sweetness.”
She was about to ask him what he meant when a particularly lewd passage from one of the books she’d read returned to her,and she understood. Verity rose on her knees, reaching for him. He sucked one of her nipples deep into his mouth, the hot, wet pull almost more than she could bear.
With his help, she guided him to her entrance. Need arced through her. Following her instinct, she lowered herself on him. He caught her hips in a firm hold, showing her how to move, to take him all the way inside. And then he was stretching her, filling her, and the sensation was so exquisite that she could scarcely keep from losing all control.
“Ride me, my love,” he murmured, before drawing her other nipple into his mouth.
She did so, tentatively at first, learning as she undulated her hips and moved atop him, pleasuring them both. It was so much. She was going to burst. But she still sought more. Her hips moved faster, taking him deeper, harder. The wet sounds of their flesh meeting filled the room, along with their ragged breaths. She rocked over him, determined to bring them both to completion.
Her own release slammed into her suddenly. She clamped down on him as wave after wave rushed over her. King held her waist, his hips swiveling beneath hers as he thrust into her again and again. He took turns sucking and licking her nipples until his head fell back against the pillow, and there was nothing but air on her wet skin and his cock driving deep.
He stiffened then, releasing the hot flood of his seed within her, groaning as he came. Verity collapsed atop him, their bodies still deliciously joined, pulse pounding between her legs. King stroked her hair with slow, deliberate affection, his chest rising and falling from the exertion. Unless it was Verity’s fanciful imagination, her heart began to beat steadily in time with his.
“I love you, Verity,” he rasped into the darkness. “More than I ever thought possible.”
For a moment, she could not breathe. Something stirred deep within her that felt entirely new. Sentiment was difficult for him, and she understood why, especially now that she knew more about his past. That just made the words so much more special.
“I love you too, darling,” she told him. “And I grow to love you more each day.”
“I hope you always feel that way.”
A hint of heaviness had returned to his voice, and she didn’t like it.
“What do you mean? Of course I shall always feel that way.”
He didn’t respond, just drew her lips to his for another kiss instead, and Verity kissed her husband back with all the love burning so brightly in her heart.
King entereda private room at the Black Souls Club and discovered he was the last member of the Wicked Dukes Society to arrive, when all talking ceased and five pairs of eyes swung to him. He had the distinct impression he had been the topic of conversation prior to his appearance at the meeting that had been called by the Duke of Brandon, ostensibly to plan what would be done with future house parties.
Fair enough. He was late, having been distracted by his beautiful wife prior to his intended departure. But it wasn’t as if he could announce to the assembled dukes that he had been shagging his wife against a row of his father’s most prized books.
He staged an exaggerated bow instead. “Forgive me my tardiness, gentlemen.”
“You have committed a great many sins requiring forgiveness,” Riverdale grumbled at once. “Being late is the least of them.”
King straightened and met Verity’s brother’s gaze, unflinching. “Do you mean to suggest that marrying your sister is a sin, Riverdale?”
“Not the act, perhaps, but the manner in which it was carried out,” Riverdale snapped.
The five other original Society members, Brandon, Riverdale, Whitby, Richford, and Camden, were all seated around a polished mahogany table. Indecent lithographs dotted the walls, as was customary at the Black Souls Club, and a bottle of port was already open. At least the last available chair was on the opposite side of the table from Riverdale.
“The manner,” he repeated in a silken tone, sauntering toward the empty chair. “You object to nuptials being held in a church, perhaps?”
“That is not what I am referring to, and you know it,” Riverdale snapped.
It wasn’t nice of him to nettle his brother-in-law. Verity would frown at him over it if she were here. But then, his angel saw the best in everyone and wanted nothing more than for her brother and husband to cry pax.
King seated himself, stretching his long legs beneath the table and crossing them at the ankle. “What are you referring to then, Riverdale? I’m afraid I’ve never liked riddles.”
“She is an amnesiac,” Riverdale spat, thumping his fist on the table. “You somehow cozened her into believing she is in love with you.”
“I can assure you no cozening has ever been required for the fairer sex to fall in love with me,” he returned, careful to keep his voice calm.
“Riverdale,” Brandon inserted. “You promised to be civil.”
Riverdale continued to glare at King. “Iambeing civil.”
“Well, I haven’t come here to listen to the two of you bicker like children,” Richford drawled, sounding bored.
