Page 70 of Deviant Duchess
“That is perfectly alright. Sometimes our goals consume us,” he replied, his fingers gently stroking over her cheeks and throat. “You do not have to answer in this moment. In fact, stow it away to think about later. We can talk- or not talk- about whatever you wish.”
“I do not wish to talk,” Deborah answered, letting herself lean into his touch. “I just want to feel.”
The truth of her own words startled her, as did her ability to speak them so easily to him, but the flicker of desire in Cedric’s eyes was all she needed to know that her request was more than alright, and as he dipped his head toward hers, she pushed up from the settee and met his lips. What was so foreign to her at one time was now familiar. She knew how to brush her lips against his to stoke their pleasure. When to press harder by the subtle lead he gave her. She knew when to let her tongue slide between her lips to taste his tongue- and when to part her lips wider to accept his tongue so he could taste her.
A soft moan escaped her throat as the latter happened, and in turn, Cedric’s answering groan rumbled against her mouth as she began to suckle lightly at his tongue. Cedric murmured something unintelligible between their kisses as he slid his hands down her arms, over her waist, and finally to behind her back; each little stroke sparking fire beneath her flesh.
She broke the kiss with a gasp as he lifted her, and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Where are we going?” She asked, looking up into his hooded eyes.
Cedric smirked handsomely as he carried her in his arms.
“I thought you could use something more comfortable than a sofa or a carriage this time,” he explained. Then his smirk turned wicked. “Not that I mind catching you when you fall off such narrow spaces.”
Deborah could not help it. She smiled. She smiled at his wicked grin, at the way he made everything so familiar and comfortable, no matter where they were. For a rake, he was quite the romantic.
As Cedric lay her down upon the soft green pillows of the bed, Deborah smoothed her hands down to the part in his loose, white shirt and gripped the edges, urging him to lie down with her. He complied, but as he moved his body over hers, she noticed that he was holding himself up by his forearms, creating a space between them.
“All the way,” she urged, tugging at his shirt.
Cedric’s reply was to kiss her again; his lips and tongue so skilled that in a matter of seconds, he had her breathless and yearning for more.
“Please,” she whispered.
Cedric’s head dipped to her throat, where his hypnotic kisses continued.
“You are so very small compared to me,” he murmured through his kisses, “I do not want to risk hurting you.”
“You will not,” she gasped, her desperation to feel him fully against her growing higher, “Please,Cedric. I need to feel all of you.”
As she said so, she realized that it was true. She needed every single one of his seductive tricks to chase away the burdensome thoughts that waited at the edge of her mind to flood back in and fill her with worry.
Cedric’s groan was deep and full of yearning. He finally complied, letting his hips sink first and nestle between her parted legs. Deborah’s breath hitched as she immediately felt his already erect manhood straining through the fabric of their clothes to get to her sex. Then he lowered his chest, his muscled forearms slowly bringing him down one careful inch at a time until he was pressed so tightly to her that not a whisper of air could even snake between them.
Deborah’s lashes fluttered shut, and her senses grew frenzied as she finally felt the full, warm weight of him atop her. She smoothed her hands up to his neck and captured his lips in another deep kiss as her arms wrapped tightly around him, pressing his muscled figure even tighter to her.
“Deborah,” Cedric huskily murmured between kisses as he moved his hands to her hair, “What you do to me. You make me want to come completely undone.”
Deborah moaned softly and arched into his body as his fingertips smoothed over her scalp, sending shivers of need from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes.
“Come undone then,” she coaxed, pulling the hem of his loose shirt up his back.
She let her nails drag over the warm, firm flesh of his muscular back, starting from his shoulders and ending at his hips. She reveled in the way Cedric trembled under her touch, and his hips bucked into her as another tortured groan left his throat. Leaning up, she drew her lips back and sank her teeth against the spot where she felt his groan rumble from, and was rewarded with another.
His sounds of desire echoed deep into her body, making her core clench and heat pool between her inner thighs. There was no denying that she enjoyed what Cedric made her feel. However, she could not deny the pleasure she felt in bringinghimpleasure. She suddenly realized that she wanted to know every spot on his body that made him weak with need, and she boldly smoothed her hand from his back, over his hip, and then between their bodies so she could cup his manhood.
Cedric shot up to his knees as he hissed out a breath, and Deborah felt positively wicked as she watched him tear his shirt off with a smile on her face. Then she gasped as with a quickness,Cedric wound his fingers in the back of her hair and pulled her up and captured her bottom lip between his teeth.
He nibbled and suckled the plump, sensitive flesh as his grip on her hair remained tight. Every time she tried to lean in and kiss him back, he leaned away, just out of her reach, then would claim her lips again just as she began to whimper.
“If I am coming undone, then you are coming undone with me,” he rasped, his deep voice raw with aching need.
He pulled her back again by her hair, making her eyes meet his, and she felt her body pulse with an animalistic need as she saw the utter lust raging in his eyes. She drew in a shaky breath as her hands came up to his chest, and she boldly dragged her nails down the muscled ridges of his torso as they locked eyes.
Satisfaction exploded within her as she watched his eyes turn completely back, and as he slammed his mouth back into hers, she gave herself completely over to him. Desperate moans erupted from their throats as they tore at the rest of one another’s clothes, shedding them with abandon and no thought of where they went until they were both naked and pressed back into one another.
Deborah unleashed a low, long moan as Cedric’s hands and mouth lavished attention on her aching body all at once. She arched her back as she felt his mouth on her breasts, parted her legs as his hand found her wet center, and thrust in two fingers. Her soft, trailing nails dug deeper into his back and neck, no longer worried if she could grip him too hard. She scratchedhim, stroked him wherever her hands could find purchase, and was rewarded with feral growls of pleasure.
