Page 55 of Her Ruse with the Rakish Duke

“No need,” he said finishing his drink in one swallow. “Seeing you come all over my fingers was all the satisfaction I needed.”

“But…”

“Do not worry about me, darling.”

She bit her lip, her curiosity now piqued, so she rose to her feet, somehow emboldened by his stare.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

He did not answer but his eyes held a challenge which turned from mocking to ravenous when she wrapped a hand around him and squeezed gently.

“Daphne…”

“Teach me to pleasure you, Victor.”

“Daph…”

“Please.”

He led them back to the bed and sat, pulling her to him.

“Just keep touching me like that,” he instructed.

“Like this?” she asked, sliding her hand through his breeches and wrapping it around him. Slowly, she started sliding her hand up and down.

He groaned, his eyes shut tight.

She marveled at the feel of him in her hands, heavy and thick, but more at the fact she could draw such sounds from him.

She increased her pace and felt him thicken even more in her hands until he let out a hoarse moan and she felt a wet spot around his member.

He took her hand off him when he finally calmed, and wiped her clean with a wet cloth. He placed a kiss on her hand.

“You really are a stubborn little woman, aren’t you?”

She smiled softly when he pulled her into him and they lay on his bed, limbs entangled with his arm around her.

Was this what all married couples enjoyed? She thought as they settled into a comfortable silence.

“Do you think if I were to wed, my husband would be able to…” She couldn’t finish the words as the crudity of her question became apparent, the cloud of silence that had enveloped them evaporating.

“To do what?” he asked with a proud smile on his face.

Cad.

“You know. What you did with your…”

“You mean lick you as well as I do?”

She slapped his arm lightly and he chuckled. She nodded.

“I do not think so at all,” he answered proudly. “At best, he will attempt to and be terrible at it. At worst, you might never experience such pleasure again.”

She frowned.

“Why is that?”

“Men, my dear, are simple,” he started with a superior voice, like a teacher educating a student. “The marriage bed is boring. Primarily for producing heirs and nothing more. Decadent things, like what I did to you, are for mistresses.”