Page 96 of Bound By the Duke

“Then don’t hold back,” she whispered. “Take me.”

That tipped him over the edge.

With a guttural groan, he leaned down. His large hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to hold his gaze.

“That mouth of yours…” he murmured, his breath mingling with hers.

“You love it,” she retorted, her confidence surprising her.

But she had no time to dwell on it because his lips crashed onto hers once again, punishing and possessive. Then, his teeth caught the delicate fabric of her sleeve, dragging it down until it slipped off her shoulder.

“Percival,” she gasped at the sudden exposure, her pulse quickening.

His tongue traced a path down her bare shoulder, across her collarbone, and lower still. His hands were everywhere, rough, greedy, desperate. He tugged at her bodice until her breasts spilled out.

“God, Aurelia…” He leaned down and closed his hot mouth over her nipple.

She cried out, her back arching violently, her hands flying to his hair. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping lightly, his tongue flicking mercilessly.

Her cries filled his chamber, shameless and desperate.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the same brutal attention, rolling the tight bud between his lips and groaning against her skin as though he were tasting heaven.

“Percival…” she gasped, pressing her thighs together. She wasdesperatefor friction.

Percival kissed down her stomach, the dip of her waist, going even lower until his mouth stopped at the mound of her sex. His hands squeezed her breasts again, and she let out a whimper that broke into a sob.

He spread her thighs, coaxing them open with a reverent touch. She tried to keep still even if she was mortified at how bare she was to him.

Percival stilled, staring at her glistening folds. His cock twitched painfully at the sight, and he swallowed hard.

“Fuck,” he whispered hoarsely.

And then his tongue was on her without warning.

A scream tore from her throat as he licked her clit. He licked her as though he were feasting, as though every drop of her arousal belonged to him. His hands pinned her thighs apart, his tongue plunging deeper into her.

Aurelia thrashed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling. “Please don’t stop…” she moaned.

He groaned into her, the vibrations spreading through her core. He buried his face deeper, fucking her with his tongue, rubbing her clit until her cries grew frantic.

Her body was on fire, screaming for release.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she choked out, “Please, take me. Claim me.”

At those words, he froze. His jaw tightened.

“Claim me.”

The vow he had made to himself echoed in his mind. He couldn’t claim her fully, for it could lead to heirs. But he couldn’t stop either.

So instead, he withdrew one hand and slid it between her folds. His fingers moved into her slick heat, pumping hard, curling deep, while his mouth sucked on her clit.

She let out a loud moan as her body convulsed beneath him.

She was undone. He was undone.

His free hand had already moved to his cock, unable to contain himself. He gripped his cock, stroking it hard and fast as he fingered and licked her, his groans muffled against her flesh.