Page 47 of Mad Duke March

Her eyes fell closed, and a soft sigh left her lips as she returned his kiss with equal fervor. Her hands moved up his chest, leaving a scorching path in their wake. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held onto him tightly and opened her mouth wider for his kiss, giving herself over to him completely.

He lay her gently onto the floor and continued devouring her sweet mouth. He roamed her body with his hands, not wanting to leave a single patch of skin untouched.

Her body responded to his every touch, lifting off the floor, pressing into his hand, demanding more contact. Soft sighs and moans left her parted lips as her head fell back, exposing her neck to his kisses.

Her skin tasted of sweet nectar, and her scent was almost magical, luring him closer to her, clouding his mind, and demanding release.

Every part of his body was taut with tension.

He wanted her like he had never wanted anything in his life. His cock pressed against his breeches, burning from the inside, begging to be free of the confining fabric.

Instead, he trailed his mouth down her chest over the slopes of her breasts.

“Alec, please!” Arching her back, she plunged her fingers into his hair and tugged. His name on her lips fanned the flames of his desire.

“Please, what?” He looked up at her as she squirmed beneath him. Her teeth nipped on her bottom lip, her gaze hazy.

“Please, kiss me,” she whispered and brought his mouth over her hardened nipple.

He smiled before licking it.

He remembered the first time he ever saw her, buttoned up and oh-so-proper. He could never have imagined her begging for his kiss, pushing her breast into his mouth.

It made him all the more aroused. He opened his lips over her dark areola and sucked in her nipple as his hands explored her other breast, her perfectly rounded belly, and her well-shaped derriere.

Emily gasped, her back arching even more, her fingers tightening in his hair.

He flicked his tongue over her hardened peak, then sucked it in, before playing with it again, at the same time enjoying her passionate moans and the writhing of her body beneath him. She spread her knees and wrapped her legs around his thighs, pressing her hot and wet quim against the bulge in his breeches.

He hissed, wishing his cock was naked and covered in her arousal. He closed his eyes briefly, then moved to her other breast, performing the same ministrations as the tension rose from within him.

The scent of her desire enveloped him like a fog, and his mind refused to think of anything but her in his arms and the ways he could bring them both to pleasure.

With a growl, he slid down her body, trailing kisses as he moved.

She tugged on his hair, moving beneath him in agitation. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

He paused, his face directly over the mound between her legs, and licked his lips. He couldn’t help the animalistic hunger that overtook him.

He kissed her belly right above the hairline and stared into her eyes. “I am making you my wife. In body and soul.”

Confusion glinted in her eyes, and he smiled. No explanation would do it justice. He just had to show her.

So he lowered his head, spread her feminine lips with his fingers, and licked the seam. She shot off the floor and he had to hold her hips in place as he continued to lick her, lapping at her center, drinking her in.

God, he wanted more of her taste, more of the sounds that she made with every swipe of his tongue.

He moved his hands down her thighs, then gently anchored her knees over his shoulders to keep them both in place. Then his fingers went on exploring her stomach, the sweet globes of her breasts, his thumbs playing with her wet nipples.

She cried his name in between the sobs of pleasure, urging him on. He traced his tongue all over her sweet center, playing with the swollen, sensitive nub, circling it, discovering all the places that made her jump and tense.

She fell apart in his arms over and over again. But he quickly realized it took her only seconds of rest before she begged for his touch and his kiss again.

Insatiable minx.

He slipped a finger inside her hot, slick core and almost came from the feelings it evoked. Her muscles instinctively started drawing him in farther, her juices running down his hand. As his mouth continued sucking on her clitoris, he plunged a second finger and then a third inside her depth.

She cried out, her entire body tensing for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. Her inner muscles closed around his fingers, pulsating around him, drawing him farther inside. God, how he wanted to feel those pulsations with his cock. How he wanted to let her surround his cock and pull his orgasm with her own.