Page 63 of The Haunted Duke

He released her hands as he kissed her again, using his lips to coax out her soft moans as his hands drew up to the shoulders of her dress and slowly dragged it down her body. He kissed every inch of her skin as he made her bare, and then, when she was completely naked before him, he stood back and marveled at the realization that after years of missing her, wanting her, Helena was finally his.

“Do I… Do you like me?” she asked hesitantly.

Evander’s eyes snapped up to hers as he let out a husky chuckle.

“My darling, you are God’s perfection made real,” he replied, sweeping her up into his arms bridal style.

He laid her gently atop the bed, pressing one more passionate kiss onto her lips, before he got up to snuff out the candles.

“Leave them,” she implored, but Evander continued, suffocating the small lights until the room was shrouded in cool darkness. He could not take the chance of his scars scaring her away.

“Do you not trust me?” Helena asked as he slid his body next to hers.

He answered by gripping her hips and dragging her down the bed until she lay flat beneath him, his mouth finding her throat with a hunger that had her gasping.

“I trust you. But I have thought of this for years,” he growled against her skin, working his way lower, over her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the soft plane of her stomach. “I am done being patient, Helena.”

Her curiosity for his body seemed to fade as he showed her just how much he wanted to focus on hers, and he let the sound of her moans and the undulation of her body guide him to where she wanted to be touched the most. He gripped her thighs and spread them apart, settling his broad shoulders between them with a rough sound of satisfaction, as though he had waited an eternity to be granted this exact position.

“Evander,” she breathed, trembling as he softly blew a warm breath on her sex.

“Fingers?” he asked, stroking his fingertips down over her stomach, her pubic bone, until he felt the dewy warmth of her pulsing sex. He drew a lazy circle there, reveling in the way she bucked and whimpered under his teasing. “Or tongue?”

His cock strained and pulsed beneath his breeches as he heard Helena’s moaning words. “How could you possibly make me choose?”

“Both it is then,” he groaned, and as he swirled his tongue around her taut bundle of nerves, he slowly slid his middle finger between her dewy folds. He moaned as her flooded sheath gripped his finger tightly, clamping down and suckling him as if her body needed him to survive.

He did not tease her for long. Whatever restraint he had shown before seemed to have finally snapped entirely, and he set a hard, relentless rhythm with his mouth and his hand, thrusting his finger deep and curling it just so, dragging choked cries from her that she could not have silenced if she tried.

“You are taking it so well, my love,” he rasped against her, feeling her thighs begin to shake around his shoulders. “Give it to me. All of it.”

There were words, so many words he wanted to say to her as he felt her draw closer to her release, but all remained caught in his throat as he found himself unable to draw his tongue away from her sex. Her taste, her scent, was headier and addicting than his dreams had ever let him imagine, and even after her first climax tore through her with a force that left her arching clean off the bed, he could not stop. He added a second finger, working her through the aftershocks without mercy, chasing her pleasure as though he meant to devour her whole, and he wondered, as he slowly and relentlessly built her second release, if a man could survive on pinnacles alone.

“I want to feel you,” Helena whimpered as Evander once more gently pulled her hands away from the buttons of his shirt and pressed them into the bed.

“So greedy, my love. You have felt quite a lot of me already,” he rasped, dragging his body up and over hers until their hips were flush. Her sex pulsed with post-release sensitivity, her skin still humming with heat, and when she felt the thick, naked length of him settle against her, a fresh wave of want crashed through her, sharper than anything that had come before.

“I want more,” she breathed. “I want all of you.”

“Careful what you ask a beast for, Helena,” he growled against her ear, and the desire in his voice sent a fresh throb of heat straight through her core. “I have wanted you for so long. And now that I finally have you, I do not know how gentle I can be if you keep saying things like that.”

“Then do not be gentle,” she gasped.

A rough sound broke out of him, and he caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head as he settled his weight fully over her.

“You do not know what you are asking,” he rasped, though his hips were already notching against hers.

“Show me,” she said, arching up to meet him. “Please, Evander, I cannot bear this waiting any longer.”

Her skin hummed with heat as she felt her body being covered by his, but it was not enough. She wanted to see him, feel him, as bare for her as she was for him. Even after her third climax, which had rendered her limp and mostly thoughtless, she still tried to pry him from his clothes.

“Are my hands and lips and… this not enjoyable enough for you?” he teased, brushing his lips over hers as he bucked his hips between her parted thighs. She gasped and quivered as she felt the naked length of his hard cock slide over her drenched sex, making another wave of heat and lust wash over her.

“You…” she stammered, struggling to concentrate. She had never known speaking to be so difficult! Then again, she had never experienced such pleasure either. “Very enjoyable,” she finally worked out. “But I want…”

Words failed her once again as Evander lined the tip of his cock up to her sex and started rubbing small circles there, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body.

“Should I stop?” he asked, sliding himself down to her parted sex, and pushing just enough to make stars explode behind her eyes.