Page 54 of Her Ruse with the Rakish Duke

He really was a scoundrel, but she could not help but love the terrible things he was doing to her body.

“I can smell your desire for me,” he groaned, sending another flush of embarrassment through her.

“You… you should not say things like that,” she scolded him even though she did not mean it.

He had a crude manner which she found she did not dislike. She wondered if all men were as skilled as he was in the bedroom.

“Why?” he asked as he licked her with one long stroke, groaning. “You taste as good as you smell.”

Daphne could swear her eyes rolled back in her head when he increased the pressure of his tongue on the nub of her desire.

“Victor,” she groaned when he stuck his tongue in her most intimate place.

“Yes, darling…” he murmured against her. “Do you want me to stop?”

He nuzzled her with his nose. And she could feel him breathe her in.

Heat swept through her in wonder.

“If you want me to, I will. Even though it will mostly likely kill me.”

“Don’t stop.” She whispered when he licked her again.

“I am sorry. I could not hear you,” he said slipping a finger inside her.

Her hips shot off the bed as blinding white pleasure shot through her.

She knew she was being loud but couldn’t bring herself to stop as he increased the pace of his finger inside her, slipping another in.

“Damn you, you wretched man,” she breathed. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He laughed against her.

“That’s my girl.”

Wave after wave of pleasure assailed her as he worked on her. When she finally came down from her high, she looked down; he was right there, resting his cheek on her thigh, watching her with an unreadable expression.

“Thank you.”

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She saw him blink in surprise and then school his expression into a wolfish grin.

“You are welcome. Although I must say thank you, too.” He smiled, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “You are the best dessert I have had in a while.”

She pushed him backward with a hand.

“You are absolutely horrid.”

“I know.” He laughed, rising from the bed to pour himself a drink. “Do you want one?”

She shook her head, not wanting to lose her head, or worse, forget this moment.

She let her eyes roam down his body, wondering if that was going to be all between them. She wanted more but did not know how to ask.

Her eyes widened when she saw his member and how it jutted proudly from his breeches.

“Don’t you want me to…” her voice trailed off, unsure how to finish her sentence.

He raised a brow at her and noticed her line of sight.