Page 32 of Bound to the Heartless Duke (Regency Beasts #4)
His eyes were unreadable as usual, but she didn’t miss the way his breathing had quickened. She could hear it, could see the rise and fall of his chest beneath his shirt. She could feel him wrestling with himself.
The same man who had told her he would not touch her now stood only a few feet away, while she wore nothing but a silk robe and wicked intentions.
“I brought you here,” she murmured, “because there’s something I wanted to show you.”
Magnus raised an eyebrow, still not moving. “And what might that be, Duchess?”
She smiled faintly. “The consequences of your rules.”
He furrowed his brow slightly, confusion flickering across his face.
“I find myself in need,” she continued, slowly shifting her weight. “You’ve been… unbearably dutiful, and I’ve been terribly patient. But I am still a woman, you see. One with a body you loved to touch.”
Magnus inhaled sharply, but he still didn’t move.
“And now,” she said, her fingers brushing down her leg with deliberate slowness, “since you refuse to break your rules, I must find other means to… satisfy myself.”
Her words lingered in the air, thick and heavy.
Magnus’s pupils had dilated, and his nostrils flared slightly.
His gaze dropped slowly to follow the motion of her hand as it slid along her leg, darkening further when he realized her fingers were lifting the hem of her robe to reveal the curve of her thigh. Pale and smooth. Bare .
His throat worked.
“Lily…” he said, his voice hoarse.
She tilted her head. “What’s the matter, Magnus? You said I’m your wife. Surely, you must care for my well-being.”
He stepped forward instinctively, then stopped. His fingers twitched at his sides.
“You asked what I wanted to show you,” she said softly. “This is it.” Then, her voice dropped to a whisper. “Me.”
With that, she leaned back slightly, her knees parting just enough to suggest something sinful. Her hand slipped beneath her thin robe to the space between her thighs.
Magnus froze, his eyes glued to her hand.
“Don’t worry,” she purred, her lips curling into a sensual smile. “No rules shall be broken. You’re not touching me.”
His face was unreadable, but his breathing had become labored. “What… what do you mean to do?” he rasped.
She leaned back fully with a chuckle, her head resting against the headboard as she opened her legs wider. “Isn’t it obvious?”
His eyes followed the motion of her hand, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.
“You said I couldn’t have you,” she murmured, dragging her fingertips lightly over her inner thigh. “But I still need something.”
He didn’t reply.
Deliberately, she let out a soft moan. It was barely a whisper. A breath of sound. But it shattered something in the air. It shattered something in him .
Magnus clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white. “Lily…” he growled.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t care. Her touch on her body remained featherlight. Teasing. She wasn’t even truly touching herself, and he already looked so aroused.
She was simply tracing her hand along her hot, sensitive skin. But the thrill of it, the fact that he was watching her, made her heart pound like thunder.
And when she moaned once more, he muttered a curse under his breath. She didn’t care, though, except that she decided to torture and tease him more.
His breath caught as her delicate hand moved beneath the fabric. Although the movements were slow and unsure, she was ready to betray her inexperience just to stoke his desire.
His eyes flashed as they roamed over her, from the curve of her neck to the wet strands of hair clinging to her head. Nothing, no woman, no touch, had ever aroused him so quickly.
“Lily…” His voice was hoarse now, rough and filled with warning.
When he stepped back in a bid to fight temptation, she pushed her robe aside with a boldness that stole his breath away, revealing her sex in the soft light.
Her fingers slid to her folds and began moving slowly, before she quickened the pace, rubbing herself.
“What are you doing to me, Lily?” he rasped, his voice thick with need.
“Nothing you haven’t done to me.” She said, whimpering.
His gaze darkened further, turning wild. “You’re a dangerous woman.”
“And yet you’re still here,” she breathed, “watching.”
When she slid a finger inside her and moaned, it was as though something had snapped inside him.
He crossed the room with a few silent, predatory strides, before his hands landed on her waist, stopping her actions.
She shivered at both his touch and the look in his eyes. She felt rooted to the spot on his gaze. There was a silent warning in them that she wanted to ignore.His need to control everything, even this, picked at her wilful side.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin where her pulse fluttered. “Be careful what you wish for, Duchess. It just might be more than you bargained for.”
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
He didn’t know she didn’t want anything less.
Without warning, his hands slipped beneath her robe, his palm pressing against her back before moving lower to the flare of her hips. She trembled at his touch.
“Lily.” He pressed his mouth to her shoulder, sucking with a fierce urgency that made her shudder. “Don’t you dare try to punish me like that.”
Her hands moved to grab his shoulders, seeking balance as waves of sensation washed over her.
Magnus pulled back just enough to murmur, “You want to play this game, Lily?”
Her eyes flashed with fire when she looked at him. “I want to win.”
His lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Then prepare to be punished.”
Before she could respond, he dropped to his knees and lifted her robe from her legs, making her heart hammer wildly. His warm breath fanned her inner thigh, sending tingles through her veins.
“I should be the one to pleasure you, Lily,” he spoke between the kisses he trailed up her legs.
Under normal circumstances, Lily would have snapped at him. But at that moment, especially when his fingers found their way to her soaked sex, she could only egg him on.
“Then do it,” she breathed.
Her hips bucked against his touch, begging him to own her body.
And he obeyed.
His fingers slid through her wetness, trailed across every curve between her legs as if committing them to memory.
“You are so wet, it’s so tempting,” he groaned.
His mouth followed his fingers, his lips trailing a fiery path up her inner thigh, planting kisses that made her shiver.
She bit her lip as more heat pooled in her sex. Her breath hitched when his hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her closer before he flicked his tongue against her clit.
Lily threw her head back and let out a cry as he lapped and sucked on her.
As he took his time devouring her, his hands moved to her robe and ripped it off her body.
“Lily… you have no idea…” he growled against her sex.
But before she could respond, he pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out of her as his tongue continued to play with her clit.
When she was teetering on the edge, he pulled back. She let out a groan of frustration, but then he moved up her body and closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking it like a man starved.
He curled his fingers inside her, and she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair. As his tongue played with her nipple, he continued to pump three fingers into her, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against him, desperate for more. Her moans turned into sweet, desperate cries, and her body trembled, her earlier coyness vanishing under his touch.
Magnus released her nipple and moved back down her body, pressing his mouth against her thigh and trailing kisses upward.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered against her skin.
“Then I’m doing my job,” Lily whispered back. “I need… you,” she confessed.
For a moment, Magnus was tempted to confess the same. But then he remembered that satisfying her in ways that wouldn’t cross his limits was his utmost concern.
“Let me touch you,” she begged breathlessly.
That was a dangerous offer.
“No.”
Magnus kneeled again and closed his mouth over her slick folds, pushing his tongue into her, which made her cry out.
But she was too tempting.
In a bid to stop himself from making a wrong decision, he reached for his stiff member. As his tongue drove her to ecstasy, he pumped himself, pleasuring both of them until they shattered with sheer pleasure.