Page 40 of A Duke for Stealing (The Devil’s Masquerade #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“ I have missed you, too.”

Everett didn’t realize how much he needed to hear those words until Rose breathed them to life.

He had thought his arousal had reached its pinnacle until then, but when Rose said those words, his arousal exploded into a black hole, pulling him in with a force he could not, would not even dare to fight.

With one intense jerk of his muscles, Everett was on his feet with Rose fastened tightly to his chest. He walked her to her bedroom with his erection still buried deep inside her.

His lips were positively hungry for her mouth, and he couldn’t seem to stop kissing her until the front of his knees brushed the side of her bed.

Pulling himself away from her was agonizing, even for the brief seconds it took to rid himself of the rest of his clothes.

Rose’s dress was lost as well, as he tore it from her, corset and all.

Threads and ribbons snapped as he greedily, finally made her bare.

Everett felt his breath freeze in his lungs when he, after what seemed like an eternity, was finally able to lay his eyes upon her soft pink nipples, the swell of her rounded breasts, and her curved waist.

He slowed his undressing of her as he drank in the sight of her.

Perfect. So very perfect.

Gently, he pulled the scraps of her dress away from her body, and then he dragged his eyes up to hers. Her blue eyes sparkled with warmth as she looked up at him. God, he had missed that look in her eyes. That look that said the only person she saw was him.

Everett captured her lips in a possessive kiss as he settled his body over hers, loving the way her legs parted and wrapped around his waist as he drew close.

“I want you every morning,” he whispered against his lips. With a steady thrust, his rigid, aching manhood slid through her drenched, parted petals and dipped into her tight, hot sheath, making his last word end with a heady moan.

“Yes,” Rose breathed, her back arching into the bed as she accepted him.

“I want you every night,” he whispered, flicking his hips back and forth.

“God yes, every night,” Rose breathed, her body already moving with his.

“Every day. Every second that is available to us, I want this. With you,” he confessed, letting his need drive his hips faster.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Rose breathed, her nails digging into his muscled back.

“Tell me, Rose,” he commanded, pounding deeper, harder. “Tell me you want me too.”

He slammed his hips to hers again, earning him a scream of ecstasy as he Rose’s head thrashed among the pillows.

“I want you,” she panted, her lashes fluttering up so she could meet his eyes.

“Every morning.”

Thrust.

“Oh! Every…morning.”

Thrust.

“Every night.”

Thrust.

“Every…ohhhh, Everett!”

“Say it.” He gritted out.

“Every night,” she whimpered.

Thrust.

“And every second.”

Thrust.

“Every second,” she panted as he felt her sheath begin to swell and squeeze him tighter, drawing him dangerously close to his release. “Every second we have. With you. Just you.”

Everett groaned deeply as his release barreled through him, blacking out his vision and stealing his breath as their vows sealed them together for eternity.

It wasn’t enough. Rose wasn’t sure she would ever get enough, but for now, she was going to try. Even after Everett’s seed exploded within her, she could still feel a heavy erection pulsing inside her. With her legs still clamped around his waist, Rose dug her nails into his shoulders and pushed.

Everett followed her lead seamlessly, helping her roll until it was she who was atop, not the other way around.

Everett’s hand slid down her naked back, sending a shiver throughout her body, and then he clamped her left cheek tight, as if pinning her there.

He wrapped his other hand into her ruined hair and forced her mouth to his as he began to thrust into her again.

The sensation the new position sent through her was intensely divine, and for the longest time, she let him hold her as he thrust powerfully into her.

Her womb and lower pelvis seemed to cry with joy as she was pinned, and she thought it could not get any better- until Everett pulled her into a sitting position atop him.

Sitting up straight with him embedded so deeply within her sent a shock up her body, and her mouth dropped open in a wide O as if such an act could release such pleasure.

“Show me, Rose,” Everett commanded, placing his hands up on her backside. “Show me how you missed me.

She felt clumsy at first, having never ridden a man before, which had left her with no practice on such an act.

Yet as she slowly glided her hips back and forth, she shivered with pleasure with each thrust she took.

Growing bolder, she let her head fall back as her hips grew faster, and those shivers of pleasure grew into an earthquake.

“That’s it, my Duchess,” Everett moaned, his hands running up and down her breasts and torso, “Take me. I’m yours.”

As he said so, his fingers squeezed her nipples, and a lightning bolt of pleasure flashed through her core. She screamed his name as she built up her release, let loose, and she felt herself fall backward without a thought of where she would go or what would happen to her.

Everett’s hands, strong and firm, caught her as he sat up and pulled her back to him.

His kiss was wet, needy as he claimed her mouth for a mere hot second before resting her head on his shoulder and taking her harder as her body melted around him.

She felt heavy and sated as she rag-dolled against him, and let him have complete control until he reached his second release.

Then, even so, even after he’d flooded her womb once more with his seed, they remained locked together. For minutes, perhaps even hours.

“Rose,” Everett whispered. His voice was tender, thick with sated pleasure.

Rose stirred, feeling delightful soreness leech into her limbs and core.

“Rose, my love, speak to me,” Everett implored.

Rose fought through the heavy blankets of satisfaction and exhaustion until she finally reached the surface and opened her eyes. She was met with Everett’s green gaze. They still shone brightly with warmth and arousal, but some of the neediness had dimmed.

“Mmm,” was all she could muster as she closed her eyes again and smiled.

With effort, she raised her hand from his side and stroked her fingertips lazily up his spine.

Sometime during her fainting spell, Everett must have laid her back on the bed.

Now, with her back cradled by the mattress, he was half lying atop her, with his leg hitched across her hips, and his hand stroking lazy circles along her abdomen.

It felt heavenly, and she never wanted him to stop.

“How long have I been asleep?” She murmured, relishing the feel of him against her.

“I must confess I do not know,” Everett answered, then chuckled before he placed a soft kiss on her neck, “I have only just awoken myself.”

Rose drew in a deep breath, stretched, and turned her head toward the windows.

They had not stayed at the ball long and arrived back at Stapleton before the sun had even set.

Now, though, the sky was colored by midnight blue hues, with twinkling stars and a quarter-waxing moon gleaming bright from its darkened canvas.

“Tell me what you are thinking,” Everett implored, breaking the comfortable silence.

Rose slowly brought her gaze from the beautiful night to her husband’s even more beautiful face. God help her, she loved him. She stroked his cheek, his brow, memorizing his handsome features by touch.

“I never thought we would be this way again,” she confessed.

As she said, her heart shuddered. Still afraid that something would separate them again.

Everett’s eyes clouded with sadness. He pressed her palm into his cheek, then pulled it away just far enough to place a kiss in the center.

“I had the same fear,” he whispered as his brow tensed.

“I should have never lied that day, Rose. I never knew I could be such a coward. But I promise you I will never be as such again.”

Rose cupped his cheeks with her palms and brought him to her lips for a long, sweet kiss.

“I will hold you to that,” she whispered against his lips, and was relieved when he chuckled.

With a contented sigh, they nestled into one another again. Everett’s head at her breasts, her hand once more tracing lazily up and down his back.

“I wish this were all we had to solve,” she said with a sigh. “We could start tomorrow off with perfection otherwise.”

“Mmm,” Everett murmured, nuzzling into her breasts.

He playfully glanced his teeth against her nipple, making her giggle as the sharp pleasure streaked through her chest.

“And what other problems are there to solve, my love?” He asked.

“We must get a handle on these rumors,” she replied, stroking his hair, “The ones that placed me in such an awful position this evening.”

Everett went rigid against her, then sat up with a quickness.

“I cannot believe I forgot,” he stated, his eyes glistening with guilt.

“Well,” Rose said with a laugh, “I cannot be mad at you for it. We had more pressing matters to attend to.”

Everett let out a throaty chuckle as he grinned and brought her hand to his mouth.

“And I am so very glad those matters have been attended to,” he replied, “However, that does not excuse my forgetfulness. Rose, I believe I know who started these rumors.”

Rose’s smile faded as she sat up against the pillows.

“Who?”