Page 11 of His By Sunrise (Disreputable Dukes of Club Damnation #3)

With a husky chuckle, she leaned forward and closed her nearly full lips around the head of his shaft.

Fuck!

Edwin’s whole body jerked with renewed shock.

Damn, how he’d missed this. Taking himself in hand over the years or finding solace with the occasional courtesan was nothing compared to being worked over by his wife.

.. his former wife. She chuckled, and the vibrations buzzed around his length, enhancing the exquisite torture she’d already given him.

Still holding his stones in her hand, Charlotte moved closer to him and slowly, so damn slowly he thought he might die, she took his member into her mouth as far as he could go until his tip hit the back of her throat.

Then, she swallowed, and the contracting muscles gently squeezed his prick. He nearly shot his wad right there, for he well remembered that about her. Desperately, he tried to center his thoughts on something else.

Anything else, but nothing worked.

“Charlotte...” There had been one night not long after Olivia had been born that Charlotte had been feeling quite randy. She’d sucked him off quite vigorously that night, and he swore he’d seen the face of God for five minutes after he’d come violently down her throat.

She drew off his shaft with a slight pop and a cheeky glance. “Hmm?” When she released his stones, he knew a moment’s relief, but it was short-lived, for she slipped that hand around the back of his thigh and took him once more into the warm cavern of her mouth.

“I...” His thoughts dissolved into a sea of heightened desire. In seconds, he was lost in the wonder of Charlotte’s ministrations, as she proceeded to usher him toward that edge of bliss.

Once she found her rhythm, he decided his time on earth was limited.

As he remained helpless in her hold, she worked him over with both her hand and her mouth.

When she swirled the tip of her tongue beneath the head of his shaft then teased his length with said tongue and teeth, he bit back a strangled cry.

Sensations crashed with memories in his chest where it formed a perfect storm that would carry him away if he wasn’t careful.

There was no more thinking after that. With a groan, he buried his hands in her soft hair, tangled his fingers in those tresses and because he couldn’t help it, needed relief, Edwin thrust into her mouth.

She accepted the new addition, and her fingers delved tighter into the flesh of his thigh.

The faster and deeper he stroked, the more frantic she worked him over, and the sight of her head bobbing on his shaft was enough to hurtle him toward the point of no return.

When she gave his buttock a sharp pinch, need streaked through his length, and he very nearly came.

“Bloody hell. Charlotte, stop.” Warning tingled through his stones. His muscles bunched and stiffened. “I’m going to explode.”

“That is the point of this, isn’t it?” But she pulled off him with a frown. “Let me finish you with my hands. Or perhaps I should spank you? I’ll wager you deserve a good helping of punishment.”

Oh, shit. With a quick shake of his head, he wrenched her up into a standing position rather more roughly than he’d anticipated. “I’d rather fuck you as if the world were burning.”

Desire darkened her brandy-hued eyes. “You’ll find no resistance from me... this time, but don’t push your luck in wanting more.”

“Ha. I decide that.”

“Prick.”

“I never claimed otherwise.” He took her into his embrace, and he kissed her so forcefully they crashed against the wall with her trapped between him and it. Damn if she didn't feel good—right—in his arms, as if she alone could prove the balm he’d needed for quite some time.

Edwin kissed her, drank from her again and again, dragged his lips along the silky side of her throat while she clung to his shoulders. Too far gone and nearly at that edge, he took one of her breasts in hand while urging the nipple of the other into his mouth.

“Oh.” A shuddering sigh escaped her. She arched her back, putting herself more securely into his care. “Make me feel it...” Her words were lost to a moan as he pleasured those pebbled tips with tongue and teeth and fingers.

“I need more of you,” he whispered against the crook of her shoulder as he slid a hand down her side to her buttock, where he delivered another slap.

A moan escaped her throat. “Take it, then,” she responded in an equally soft and throaty voice. “I can’t seem to evict you from my mind even if I wanted to.”

Did she, though? “I understand that sentiment.” He growled and kissed her again, shared breath with her, showing his possession.

Then he clutched the rounded curves of her buttocks.

“Tell me you want me, Charlotte. I need to hear the words.” Already, his prick pulsed with pain-tipped pleasure.

He’d explode soon and embarrass himself if she declined.

Would he take her anyway? Probably, because they weren’t done with each other.

She looked up at him with passion-drugged eyes and kiss-swollen lips, and he knew .

Beyond everything that made sense, she held a place in his future, but he didn’t know how just now.

There were seemingly insurmountable challenges lying between them.

The same need etched upon her features fired through his blood.

“Claim me as if you can’t help it. Then I might consider talking with you. ”

Urgency pulsed through his erect shaft. “What are you doing to me?” The whisper was barely audible. He encouraged one of her legs up, and as she hooked it around his hip, the tip of his hardened shaft brushed against her center.

“Don’t read too much into this. We are still nothing to each other.”

“Not true.”

“Mmm.” She looped her arms around his shoulders and her lips glanced along the underside of his jaw. Her fingers at his nape encouraged him with slight pressure, and she sought his lips, lightly nipping the bottom one.

Oh, God.

That little gesture nearly sent him over. With one flex of his hips, he penetrated her body, buried his shaft deep in her warmth, and the breath they shared turned into a blended moan. “Fuck.”

“Agreed. You were always exceptional in carnal endeavors.” She wriggled her hips to better accommodate his girth, and that movement nearly became his ruination.

There was no reason to answer with words. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thigh, and as need raced down his spine and tingled through his stones, he pulled out of her lush body merely for the heady rush that thrusting into her honeyed heat brought.

Over and over, he stroked into her, taking, claiming, leaving his mark.

There was no doubt that he was lost in the glory that was Charlotte, the woman he could never manage to forget over the years, the woman he’d fight to possess again.

The deeper he went, the more frantic and intense his thrusts became.

Her eyes shuttered. Twin spots of high color stained her cheeks.

She met his movements just like she used to as they danced in a frantic, fevered rhythm.

A few tendrils of hair escaped its braid.

She burrowed her fingernails into his shoulders, and he welcomed the prick of pain, for it kept him as focused as he could be while losing himself in her bliss.

When she encouraged him closer to her with her heel at the small of his back, his hold on control snapped.

He pushed with more fervor. The need to claim her, to show her she was his, became greater than everything else. “Tell me you’re close.” His words were raw, ragged, propelled into being by emotions he refused to acknowledge.

“Yes, nearly there.”

Daring much, he slapped one of her buttocks, demanding her focus with the stinging pain. “Mine.”

“No.” She restlessly tossed her head while her inner muscles fluttered around his shaft, ushering in the beginning of the end. “Touch me.”

“Gladly.” Nearly gone, Edwin clenched his jaw, held back the urge to finish in order to slide a hand between their bodies. When he found the slippery, swollen button at her center, he rubbed his fingers over it with varying degrees of friction. That would send her over quicker than anything.

“Oh...” Charlotte’s eyes rolled back in her head. The movement of her hips crashing into his left him breathless and buried him ever deeper. He hissed out a warning. “I... I... Oh!” The half-stifled cry startled echoed in the room.

As she fell into that release, he renewed his hold on her and gave himself over to finishing in spectacular fashion.

His strokes were frantic and hard, so damned deep, and all too soon hot sensation raced through his stones and shaft.

He pumped for all he was worth, hoping she’d reach bliss, and when her body stiffened and she clutched at him with pleasure warring with sadness in her eyes, he grinned and claimed her mouth, taking her cry of completion into himself.

Repletion crashed over him, through him, roaring along every nerve ending like a voracious beast. Again and again, he pumped into her contracting passage even as his prick pulsed and jumped.

For long seconds, he lost himself to the act of spending.

Once his body had ceased the mad torment, he held her close, pinning her between himself and the wall.

As his heartbeat returned to a normal pace and his breathing evened, he pulled slightly back from her to peer into her face.

Exhaustion lined her expression, but concern lingered in her eyes.

“We were always good together like this.” He couldn’t wait to explore how much wickedness she’d tolerate, for it seemed her willingness to explore depravity had grown since they were last a couple.

“I’ll order you a bath. No doubt you’ll wish to refresh yourself before dinner. ”

Slowly, her leg slipped down, and when she regained her footing, she pushed at his chest until he released her. “I have no clothes.”

“You will have everything you need in the way of garments in the clothes press and bureau in the dressing room.” He’d made certain she would want for nothing this time ‘round. “Once I order the bath, I’ll send up the maid you favored each time we stayed her.”

“Bessie?” Surprise jumped into her expression. “You remembered?”

“I remember what’s important.” After all, he wasn’t the cad she apparently thought, and he hoped to show that to her during their stay here.

For long moments, she held his gaze. “Edwin?”

“Hmm?” He stuffed himself back into his breeches and did up the frontfalls.

“Why are you doing this?”

He frowned even though he knew what she meant. “Doing what?”

“This.” She gestured between them before she retrieved the abandoned sheet. “Abusing me, holding me hostage after all this time? You didn’t come after me years ago.”

“Did you want me to?” Low-grade shock moved through his chest.

Charlotte shrugged. “It would have been a romantic gesture.”

“Damn.” Clearly, he’d been shit as a husband.

But now he had a second chance. “I was poorly for years following the divorce, a shell of a man. I did questionable things to try and distract myself, took questionable jobs that paid well because I could never stop thinking about you.” Blowing out a breath, he shoved a hand through his hair.

“When I found Club Damnation, the men there saved me, I suppose, from myself. Thankfully, I slowly began to leave the more questionable parts of me behind, but when I saw you with Lord Danville last night, I lost my mind.”

It was her turn to frown. “Why?”

“You belong to me.” It was that simple yet that difficult.

“I am not an object to be owned.” When she met his gaze again while wrapping the sheet around her body, confusion clouded those brown depths. “You thought kidnapping me, forcing yourself on me, using my body, spanking me would help your cause?”

“It couldn’t hurt, and don’t pretend you didn’t enthusiastically enjoy it.” Unease spiraled through his gut. “However, we do need to talk.”

“No, Edwin, we don’t. I’m done.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter how much intercourse and carnal games you ply me with, you must know nothing will change. I’m not your wife and haven’t’ been for years.”

He crossed his arms at his chest. “Why are you hiding from what is still obviously between us?” When she remained silent, a bit of fear clouded her expression, and he continued. “Do you love Danville?” God, he would kill that man if it were so.

“I don’t know him well enough for that. Our relationship is only beginning.”

“But you want to explore it?”

A shrug lifted her shoulders. “Perhaps.”

“Has he fucked you? Can he give you what I can? Make you come by only a few touches?” It wasn’t a brag; it was simply the truth.

“You are so rude.” Charlotte narrowed her gaze. “No, he hasn’t bedded me. We aren’t at that point yet.”

“And, if there is a God, you won’t be.” He looked at her for long moments marked by the dull sound of rain against the windows. “Danville is not a good man, Charlotte. Please believe me.”

She scoffed. “Neither are you.”

“True, but the difference between us? I don’t betray my friends, and everything I’ve done has been for my family instead of my own interests. Even if that family was taken from me by you.”

“Ah, so then it’s revenge you want? On me? On him?”

He frowned. “I don’t know.” It didn’t matter. “I’ll order your bath. There are a few books and other niceties in the dressing room as well. I have managed to find a bottle of the perfume you used to favor, the one from Floris in London.”

“What? The violet and lily one? I thought they’d discontinued that scent five years ago. I used it sparingly over the years...”

“I kept visiting the shop. Perhaps they took pity on me.” Would that show her there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her? “If you should need me, I’ll be around. There are a few tasks I need to tend to about the house.” Then he left the suite, closing the door softly behind him.

She wouldn’t fall back in love with him by sunrise at this rate, but she would.

Eventually. He felt it deep in his bones.

Hopefully.