Page 24 of Duke with a Lie (Wicked Dukes Society #4)
Rhiannon reached for the fastening on his trousers.
“Minx.” He caught her hands and brought them to his lips for a kiss. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. I want it to be you.”
His lashes lowered for a moment, and he appeared to collect himself. She admired him in the warm glow of the lamplight, loving him like this, all his defenses gone.
“Lie down on the bed.”
She shifted and did as he asked, watching as Aubrey undid the fall of his trousers and pushed them down his hips along with his drawers.
His cock rose, stiff and ruddy and… large .
So much larger than the man’s in the viewing room.
The mechanics of what was about to transpire eluded her.
It seemed an impossibility for him to fit inside her.
But then he was lying with her, murmuring tender words, kissing and caressing her everywhere, and her concerns fell away.
Aubrey’s cock was harder than it had ever been, and he wanted nothing more than to sink it deep into Rhiannon’s pretty pink pussy and fill her with his seed until he was boneless and mindless.
He’d never been so overcome by the primitive urge to claim someone, to make her his, the way he was with her.
He was a man possessed.
But as he dappled kisses over her breasts, he forced himself to regain control.
She was a virgin. He didn’t want to hurt her.
Even if it bloody well killed him, he would seduce her slowly.
With maddening intent. Because if there was one conquest in his life that truly mattered, it was this one.
It was her. He would drown Rhiannon in pleasure, and then, when she could bear no more, he would finally take her.
Yes, he could hold on just a bit longer. This was what he was made for. Desire. Not anything else.
The musky, sweet taste of her yet flooded his mouth as he kissed every part of her he could.
A mole high on her stomach entranced him.
It was shaped like a heart, and he kissed it twice for good measure.
Her curves were perfect for his hands, her skin as sleek as silk.
He kissed her belly, then realized she was still in her stockings.
He plucked at a garter and dragged it down her knee, kissing as he went. “I want every part of you bare for me.”
No barriers.
Just her.
Soft and sensitive, sensual and tempting.
Slowly, slowly, he rolled the stocking past her calf to her ankle, then her foot.
He tossed it over his shoulder into the mess she already had left everywhere in her wake, and then he kissed her instep.
Somehow, even the chaotic state of her bedroom—increasingly in disarray each time he entered—made him paradoxically harder.
It made no sense. She made no sense, and neither did his desire for her.
There were a hundred reasons why he shouldn’t want her, and yet not one had kept him from her door.
He wasn’t persuaded that anything or anyone could.
He had no control where she was concerned.
A few days alone with her and he was lost.
Aubrey moved to her other garter, savoring the slow glide of it and her stockings down her leg. All the while, she watched him, a sensual goddess who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to seize it. She was dangerous, Lady Rhiannon Northwick.
He kissed his way back up her body, starting at her toes. God, she was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of her. When he reached her hip bone, she writhed impatiently beneath him.
“Aubrey.”
Her protest made his cock twitch. He hadn’t been prepared for the effect her calling him by his given name would have on him.
With a groan, he nuzzled her cunny, inhaling deeply of her scent.
And then, because he couldn’t resist the urge to make her come again, he used his thumbs to part her, running his tongue along her swollen clitoris.
She was so deliciously sensitive everywhere, and awakening her to her passions was a privilege as much as it was a joy.
He sucked hard and then licked down her seam, sinking his tongue into her cunny, fucking her as she writhed and bucked and moaned.
Aubrey ground his rigid cock into the mattress, staving off his own release as he tended to her.
He replaced his tongue with two fingers this time, stretching her, helping her body to relax and prepare for the invasion that was next.
He had no wish to hurt her. He’d chop off his own arm first. This was Rhiannon, and everything about her first time had to be special.
He concentrated on her, listening to her sounds, the way her body moved, learning what she liked and where she was particularly sensitive.
He lapped lightly at her pearl as he moved his fingers in and out of the tight, slippery grip of her soaked cunny.
His cock was jealous, tunneling into the mattress.
Fuck, she was soaked. Moaning, meeting the motions of his fingers, her hips tipping upward in innocent invitation.
Her body stiffened beneath his lips. She was close to reaching her crisis again.
Aubrey suckled her pearl and sank his fingers deep, and she came.
Came as he lapped up her juices. Came moaning his name.
And he couldn’t bear to wait another second to be inside her.
He dragged his lips over her belly, back to her lush, bountiful breasts and the hard pink nipples that begged for his mouth.
Obligingly, he sucked each one as he positioned himself over her.
Leveraging himself on one forearm, he gripped his aching cock in his other hand, pressing the crown into her soft, slippery folds.
She was even wetter than before, her body primed for his.
He notched his cock at her entrance and paused, kissing her throat, her ear. “Are you ready for me, minx?”
Her hands had fluttered to his shoulders, and she was gripping him as if to forever keep him there. Her nails bit into his skin, his wild hellion marking him. And he bloody loved it.
“I’ve always been ready for you,” she said.
There was something enormous in what she had said.
Something that his mind couldn’t readily compute.
All the blood in his body had seemingly rushed to his cock, and he was poised at the gates of heaven itself, ready to conquer and claim.
He would revisit those words later, try to make sense of them. For now, he was a man driven by desire.
He sought her mouth, feeding her the taste of herself on his tongue as he thrust forward. The tip of his cock was engulfed in wet heat as he breached her. She inhaled into his kiss, her body tensing.
“Relax,” he murmured against her lips, using his forefinger to play with her bud once more.
He stroked lightly, and the stiffness leached from her body.
He deepened the kiss and thrust forward again.
She clenched on him, gripping him snugly, and it was all he could do not to rampage forward.
But for her, he would be gentle. He wanted her to experience pleasure beyond what he had given her with his mouth.
Another thrust, then another, and he was seated fully and she was gloriously tight around him. His conscience tried to tell him how wrong this was. He had just taken Rhiannon’s virginity. But all his primitive male brain could think was that she was his.
“How are you?” he asked, kissing the corner of her lips.
“Wonderful. Are we…finished?”
Her na?ve curiosity tore a chuckle from him. “No, minx. We’ve only just begun.”
“Oh good, because I was thinking that it would be lovely if you moved again as you did with your fingers and?—”
He silenced her further chatter by kissing her again and gave her what she wanted, beginning a rhythm that was slow and steady, still giving her body time to adjust. His sweet minx, even trying to manage him in the bedroom.
If he wasn’t careful, she’d be leading him about by the ballocks in no time.
But he wouldn’t think about that now.
Instead, he quieted his mind and turned all of his attention to the play of their bodies.
Beneath him, her lush curves were smooth and supple.
Her nipples teased his chest. His control unraveled.
He surged into her faster, harder, his own release embarrassingly within reach.
He hadn’t come this quickly with a woman since… perhaps not ever.
But there was no help for it. Rhiannon was making breathy sounds that were carving away at his very soul, and the snug heat of her cunny was about to make him explode. She moved with him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Oh, that’s good,” she hummed. “So good. Yes. More of that.”
He caught her bottom in both hands and shifted them, rising up so that he could penetrate her from a different direction, giving her what she wanted. He fucked her fast and hard, watching as her breasts bounced and her eyes closed, her sultry mouth open.
She was so bloody beautiful. A fucking goddess. He never wanted to stop. Never wanted this moment to be over. Her nails raked his shoulders and her cries lit up the night. He forgot to care about keeping her quiet. Forgot everything. His body was a machine, claiming, taking, giving.
Rhiannon came on him without warning, a sudden clamp of her sheath that made him lose all control. Aubrey’s release roared through him, heat singeing up his spine as his ballocks drew tight. He withdrew from her too late, painting her pretty pink pussy with the last lashes of his seed.