Page 48 of The Tempting of a Devilish Lord

The tightness inside her eased and she moved against the delicious friction, over and over, again and again. Alex lifted his hips now, meeting her movements, his grip tight on her hips. The bed creaked beneath them and she spread her palms over his still damp chest, aware of the hard muscle beneath her fingertips.

And how it was hers. All hers.

Pleasure began simmering through her. Alex gave a rough curse and rolled her over then grabbed her legs, hooking them around his thighs. He thrust hard into her, making her gasp for air. She clung to his shoulders while he kissed erratically down her neck and made his way back to her mouth.

The delicious feelings broke, shattering through her with all the power of a waterfall, hard and fast and then gently stroking through her, pattering her body with satisfaction. He groaned while kissing her deeply, his shoulders tense beneath her palms, and he muttered her name in an open-mouthed kiss before relaxing on top of her.

Lucinda stroked her hands up and down his back, her eyelids heavy. She savored the feeling of him still inside her.

“We cannot blame a near-death experience for that one, you know,” he murmured in her ear and drew in a long, deep breath before lifting up to view her.

“No, we cannot,” she agreed with a smile. “Our scandalous natures might have to take the blame for that one.”

“Let it be known you seduced me.”

“You kissed me first,” she countered.

“It’s these fichus.” He fingered the fabric around her neck. “You have no idea what they do to me.”

She laughed. “Who would have thought a Lord of Scandal Row would find such things attractive?”

“Only on you, Lucy.” He chuckled and pushed a curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “You know, I tried so hard not to scandalize you.”

“I know.” She rose to press a gentle kiss to his lips and smiled. “But it turns out I rather like scandal.”

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