Page 30 of The Duke's Perfect Scandal
“Wesley, I need you.”
“I like when my wild girl tells me what she wants.”He kept his fingers moving, slow and deliberate, and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck.
He slid two fingers inside her, and she pushed back against his hand with a sound that made his cock throb.He curved them the way he knew she liked, his thumb still circling.Her breathing went ragged, and her hands curled against the wall.
He withdrew his hand, and she made a noise of protest that he swallowed by urging her to bend into the wall and brace herself against it.Then he thrusted into her.
They both groaned.The angle was deep, her breeches tight around her thighs, and he held still for a moment—buried inside her.He leaned over her back and placed kisses along her neck as he moved in small pulses.
“Harder,” she said through her teeth.
He pulled back and drove into her again, his hand sliding back between her legs.His fingers found her and circled in time with his hard, deep thrusts.
“This is what I was thinking about.”His breath was hot against her ear.
She moaned as he lifted one of her legs off the floor, shifting the angle as he drove deeper.Her forehead pressed against the wall, and she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” she gasped.Her hand reached back to grip his hip, pulling him harder against her.
He picked up the pace, his fingers working faster between her legs.He could feel her tightening around him and heard the change in her breathing.
“Wesley—” Her voice was strained.“I'm close—”
“I know.”He pressed harder and drove into her with a thrust that made her cry out.“Let go, Thea.Your climax is mine.”
She bit down on her lip and shuddered, her body tightening around him in waves.The sound she made was quiet but fierce, and Wesley followed within seconds—his hips jerking, his groan muffled against her neck as he spent himself inside her.
They stayed pressed together against the wall, both of them breathing hard.Wesley kissed the back of her neck, the curve of her shoulder over her shirt.She turned her head, and he caught her mouth in a kiss that was softer than anything that had come before it.
They put themselves back together in the dim light.Breeches buttoned, hair pinned back beneath the cap, coats straightened.Wesley reached to tuck a loose strand behind her ear.
“Now let’s get you home so I can show you what else I’ve had on my mind.And I promise, my duchess is going to love it.”
