Page 25 of A Duchess to Unravel (The Devil’s Masquerade #3)

Desire intertwined itself with her giddiness as he twirled her around to face the wall of the small room, and he pressed her palms flat against its surface. His body was hard and warm as he pressed against her back, grazing his teeth along her neck.

“You cheated,” she moaned, feeling her body grow limp and soft as his rigid one.

“Nay,” Alistair murmured against her skin, “I am just faster and bigger.”

As if to prove his point, Alistair sunk his teeth into the crux of her exposed neck and shoulder, and Theo let out a keening noise as a flood of pained pleasure swept through her body.

“Perhaps I am not good at being obedient,” she moaned, sinking further into his embrace.

Before she could get too comfortable Alistair was spinning her around again, pressing her back tight against the wall as she faced him. His gaze was hungry and feral as he looked down at her and circled his hand around her throat, covering the indents his teeth had left.

“Oh, but I think ye are,” his deep voice mused as he hovered dangerously close to her lips, “Ye just need to be properly convinced.”

Theo’s brow perked with challenge as she matched his hungry gaze with her own. She cocked her head as she grinned wickedly back at him.

“Convince me then,” she challenged.

Alistair’s kiss came down on her, hard and dominating as he kept one hand on her throat and the other captured her right wrist; pressing it to the wall. Theo moaned into his mouth, hungry for him, and she slid the fingers of her free hand into his hair and gripped the silken tendrils tightly.

“Wicked little thing,” Alistair groaned between kisses. His hand tightened around her throat and Theo whimpered, loving the way the tightness of his grasp had her both fighting for breath and wanting to see just how tightly she could handle his grip.

Boldly, she pulled away from his kiss, just enough to be able to nip at his lips and goad him into more.

She wanted him to teach her a lesson; to force her under his submission.

As if knowing that was exactly what she wanted, Alistair wrenched her from the wall, hauling her to his chest by her throat, and grabbed the back of her head so he had full control of their kiss.

Theo felt her knees grow weak and stars burst behind her closed eyes as his powerful lips manipulated and bruised her own. He forced them open, wider, and thrust his tongue powerfully into her mouth, making her take the invasion. Theo shivered at the show of power and moved to obey.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth rhythmically, creating a thrall throughout her entire body until even her hips began to move in time with his kiss. When he broke it, she whimpered in protest and looked up at him pleadingly for more.

Alistair smiled devilishly as he took in her begging gaze, the subtle push of her hips through her gown.

“Ye want more?” he asked, stepping backward, bringing her with him.

“Yes,” she panted, pressing herself tightly to him.

This was not one of his lessons, but a need felt by both of them.

She could feel it in the way he held her, pinned her to him as if he were trying to drive himself straight through her.

She urged him, pushing into his chest and taking him backward until the back of his knees brushed against the chaise lounge.

Alistair let go of her wrist only so he could wrap his arm around her waist, and he dragged her down with him until he was laying upon the chaise and Theo was straddled atop him.

He wrestled aggressively with the top of her gown and corset until her breasts were free, and Theo’s mouth opened into a wide O as his lips and tongue attacked them.

Heat poured from her center, trickling down the apex of her thighs in glistening drops until it splashed against the turgid bulge in his trousers she pressed against. She flicked her hips, and was rewarded with a deep, feral growl from Alistair.

Both of his hands came to her backside then, pressing her closer as she lifted her skirts with frenzied movements until they were out of the way.

The fabric of his trousers remained the only barrier between them, and it was quickly driving her mad. She wanted to feel him. All of him, inside of her. She ached for it.

“Please,” she whimpered, losing her fighting spirit.

Alistair wrenched his head away from her breasts and captured her mouth again, pulling her under a deep blanket of arousal with his kisses.

He thrust his tongue in time with his hips, making her dizzy and unable to focus on her breath.

Her hands trembling, she reached between them for the stays of his breeches, and her pleasure amplified when he did nothing to stop her.

When she finally sprang him free she gasped into his mouth, surprised to find the mushroomed tip of engorged manhood large and wet in her palm.

She swirled her fingertips around the edges, earning her another feral growl from Alistair’s throat, and then slid those fingertips over the center of his head.

She found a small slit at the top, birthing drop after drop of hot liquid that quickly coated her fingers.

Feeling emboldened, Theo wrapped her dewy hand around his length, and squeezed down the length of it.

Alistair’s body went more rigid than ever as his head fell back onto the chaise, and his mouth opened wide as he let out a guttural noise that sent her womb spasming.

Thinking he must like it, she repeated the touch, and was rewarded with another throaty, desperate groan as Alistair’s hands tightened on her hips.

He’d never let her touch him before. Not like this, anyway, and it pleasured her greatly to see the erotic enjoyment that took over his handsome face.

Wanting to explore more, she slid her fingers up to the ridge of his tip and swirled her nail ever so delicately around the rim.

When she reached the underside of his long, heavily engorged manhood, she slid her fingertip down the vein she found there, and Alistair practically levitated into the air.

Words she did not understand tore from Alistair’s lips as she continued her exploration, and as if he could not take much more, he gripped the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his for another possessive kiss.

The power she felt from her new discovery filled her with satisfaction, and she pushed herself away, ready to touch him again.

Alistair was quicker though, moving with surprising speed to flip her onto the chaise and bury his head beneath her skirts, making it impossible for her to continue.

She moved to combat the new position, but as Alistair’s thick tongue slid possessively over her mons, Theo lost all fight and melted into the chaise.

Her vision grew blurry and her head spun as Alistair’s wicked tongue took control of her, and in what felt like only seconds, Theo felt her release crashing throughout her entire body, making her fingers and toes curls tightly as she lashed her head back and forth against the chaise.

She might have screamed, she was not sure, but if she had, it was cut off by Alistair’s hand clamping heavily over her mouth.

She was not sure how or when he’d moved from between her legs, but she felt his breath against her ear as he turned her on her side and pressed her backside into his manhood.

“I’m not done with you yet,” his deep, gravelly voice warned against her ear as his fingers took place of his tongue. “Not until ye promise me ye will obey me.”

Theo shivered with pleasure as he dragged his tongue up her neck, then bit down possessively as his fingers thrust inside of her.

Her inner walls quivered and clamped down on him greedily, sending volts of pleasure sparking into her veins as he thrust rhythmically into her.

He did so until he brought her to the edge of bliss again, her entire being trembling with need, and then woefully stopped.

She cried out in need against his hand, bucked against his wet fingertips that rested on her hips.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Theo,” his seductive tone laced with warning as he nipped at her ear. He slipped his hand back down to her mons, brushing his fingertips teasingly against her swollen clitoris.

“I promise,” she breathed, her words muffled by his hand.

He drew his hand from her mouth, tilting her chin back so he could kiss her until she was half-mad with need.

“Promise what?” He demanded. “Say the words.”

She whimpered, feeling her need turn against her as he drew her release out.

“I promise …” she gasped, fumbling to make a coherent sentence, “to obey you.”

“Your Grace.” Alistair commanded, his tone positively feral.

“I promise to obey, Your Grace!” Theo moaned, and her body shattered into bliss.