Page 103 of The Devil's Accidental Duchess
CHAPTER 35
“Ilove you too,” Selina whispered breathlessly between hungry, urgent kisses. “My goodness, how I love you.”
Philip’s heart swelled as he kissed her more fervently, overcome by the power of her confession. He couldn’t quite believe his luck that this remarkable woman had stumbled into his life, accepted his love, and fallen for him in return.
He had never thought himself capable of love, yet here Selina was, proving him wrong.
How could any child of hers ever be anything but wonderful? Even if there was some malevolence in his blood, her loveliness, her charm, her generosity, her good and pure heart would triumph over any evil.
“As I love you,” he growled, his head dipping to her neck, grazing kisses along the sweet curve before he sought her mouth again.
They fit together as if they were made for each other, her legs loosely locked around him, her body flush against him, holding onto him as if she never meant to let go.
I pray I never give you reason to.
As their kiss deepened, his hand grasped for her skirts, gathering them up to the swell of her hips.
“Yes, my love,” she murmured as his palm slid down the inside of her thigh, seeking the heat of her sex.
With a smile against her lips, he slid his fingertips through her silken, sodden folds, marveling at the slick warmth of her desire. She was ready for him, but he would wait. He would wait for as long as it took until she wanted to give herself to him.
Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t bring her a world of pleasure, a glimpse of what was to come in the life that they would share.
Her breath caught as he eased his fingers inside her, her fingernails raking across his back, grasping fistfuls of his shirt.
“My God, yes!” she cried out, her kiss desperate, frenzied, her tongue dancing with his.
With each pulse of his fingers, he rubbed his thumb over her sensitive bud. She trembled and gasped as the pressure in her belly grew, her hand slipping under the collar of his shirt to let her fingernails draw deeper lines across his skin.
Pleasure and a little pain—a perfect combination to distract him from the overwhelming desire to claim her, to sink deep inside her, as he had longed to do since pretty much the moment they met.
Listening to the language of her body and her pleasure, he curled his fingers and pulsed them more gently, his thumb moving in teasing circles around her bundle of nerves.
“My love…” she panted as he savored the column of her throat like a wolf that was deciding whether to bite or not.
Little nips of his teeth had her crying out for him, and his tongue tasted the faint marks he left behind, his mouth searing across her skin, moving down to her heaving bosom.
Eventually, he grew tired of the barriers between them, needing to at least see her exquisite curves as he had in the gardens. Eager to explore every part of her, even if he could not have her until tomorrow night.
Withdrawing his touch for a moment, he deftly unbuttoned the back of her dress and eased the garment up over her body. She lifted up to free the skirts, and raised her arms so he could remove the dress, pulling him to her once more as soon as the fabric was on the floor in a crumpled pile.
Kissing her with renewed passion, he unlaced the ribbons of her stays, making quick work of removing them from the eyelets. The stays fell away, and he tossed the undergarment to the floor, to join the dress.
“I want you,” she whimpered, her hands curling into the hem of his shirt and lifting it. “My goodness, I want you.”
She fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers, and he stood up slowly, not wanting to deny her the privilege of undressing him for the first time.
Her breath hitched as she eased the trousers down, freeing him.
“Oh…” She bit her lip, making him smirk.
He kicked off his boots, and she peeled his trousers the rest of the way down, her gaze flitting back to his hard length. Each time, her beautiful eyes widened, though there was no fear in them. Rather, there was a hunger, a curiosity, that he was only too happy to satisfy.
At last, all of the literary metaphors and the unhelpful anatomy books joined together to make some manner of sense.Shehad done this to him.Shehad made him hard and swollen.
Swallowing thickly, Selina reached out to touch him. The solid flesh was feverishly hot and surprisingly silky, feeling wonderful against her hand.
“I wouldn’t,” Philip said with a smile as his hand gently caught her wrist.
