Page 15 of His By Sunrise (Disreputable Dukes of Club Damnation #3)

The faint scent of violets and lilies invaded his nostrils as he took that first nipple into his mouth, and the fact she wore the perfume he’d bought for her left him reeling.

Closing his eyes, Edwin sucked that pebbled tip as if his life depended on it, and from the way she ground her hips into his as well as the soft sounds of encouragement she made, he was doing something right.

“More, Edwin, Give me more.” The command was couched in such a soft whisper, he nearly missed it, but he was only too glad to comply.

He switched his attentions to her other breast, and after sucking on that nipple, he gave it a light bite then soothed the flesh with a swipe of his tongue.

Since she didn’t complain or pull away, he continued in that vein, alternating his play between each breast until she was panting and rocking upon him.

This was the woman Danville wished to court?

This woman who was clearly headed over the edge from the pleasures and the comforts Edwin currently gave her?

If fate were kind, he would keep her with him, and they could work on a second chance to claim their romance.

If not... Well, he would never give up. In all his nine and thirty years, he’d never found a woman that came close to what Charlotte represented.

Mine.

With a soft cry, she wrenched away as he strained at his bonds.

“I can wait no longer.” As she watched him, she rose onto her knees, took his impossibly hard shaft in her hand, fit the tip to her opening, and then she slammed her body down on his resulting in moans from both.

“Dear heavens, you feel so good. Damn you.”

His mind spun at the feeling of being sheathed by her. “Take what you need from me, Char. I’ve never denied you anything.”

“Debatable, but I refuse to waste this time arguing with you.” Then she began to move, leaning over him and thrusting her hips so that she slid over his shaft, slamming herself onto him again and again.

Oh, God.

At this rate, he wouldn’t last. Trying not to think about any of that, Edwin planted his feet on the tick mattress, and he thrust upward to meet her movements.

A rush of sensation crashed into him like unrelenting waves.

Eventually, they found a rhythm in that position, almost as if they were dancing without being vertical.

He tugged at his bonds, wishing once more that he could touch her, hold onto her hips and guide her, but she needed none of that.

Charlotte was incredible as she rode the hell out of him.

Constantly thrusting onto him, shifting to allow his member and stones to rub against the places she wanted him most, she was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever beheld.

With her eyes closed, concentration mixed with need and pleasure on her face.

But when she straightened and bounced on him while he stroked into her, and she plucked at one of her erect nipples, he lost his hold on reality.

“Are you close?” God, please say that you are because I’m going to explode.

“Yes.” That hand moved from her breast to between their bodies, and while they continued to crash together, she bedeviled her own button.

The sounds of need that escaped her throat drove him to madness, and he thrust more deeply into her honeyed heat.

“Oh, oh... Edwin!” She ground upon him, moving hard and fast onto him seconds before her body seized and those inner walls squeezed his shaft.

He was done for in that moment. Those contractions ushered him into his own release, and it came so swiftly that he wasn’t prepared for it.

Heat slammed through his length and tingled through his stones, which drew close to his body.

He tugged on his bonds, but they held firm.

The final time she came down on him, he tumbled into that void where the only thing that existed was light and intense pleasure.

It crested over him, threatening to drown him, and he temporarily lost the ability to think or even breathe.

Finding release while restrained only enhanced those feelings, and it was truly the most exquisite sensation he’d ever experienced.

“Fuck, Char, that was incredible,” he managed to gasp out.

“It was, rather.” As Charlotte collapsed over his chest with her arms about his shoulders and her fragrant hair flowing about them, Edwin let out a shuddering sigh while his member jumped and pulsed. Her ragged breathing echoed in his ear; the warmth of her breath skated across his chin.

“Release my wrists. I want to hold you.” Did that make him sound too vulnerable?

“Right, but if you ever think to lord over me or command me to do things—regardless of whether I enjoy them or not—I will have my revenge.” As she spoke, she leaned over his body so that her breasts brushed his face.

“The power in the relationship must remain equally balanced, which means we’ll both be equally satisfied from an equal output of effort. ”

“You make a fair point.” And he was damned impressed by her. As soon as she released his wrists, though, Edwin flipped them over on the mattress and pinned her beneath him. “However, you have no right to order me about. You gave that up the moment you decided to leave me and take my child from me.”

Remarkably, a chuckle left her throat. She stared up at him in the darkness with a faint smile curving her lips. “Whose fault is that?”

Did that mean she blamed him for the breakdown of their union?

Though his confidence wavered, he tried to hide that from her.

“Perhaps you need a reminder of who is in charge of this relationship, hmm?” After all, they weren’t married, not in the eyes of the law, but she was still very much his.

If she wasn’t, she would never have entered his bed chamber and done those wicked things to him.

Unless she was only using him. That thought sent icy tendrils of fear twisting down his spine.

“You are thinking with your ego again, Nottingham.” Planting her palms against his chest, she gave him a push to encourage him off her body.

But he wasn’t having any of it. How was it possible that he wanted her again so soon after that intense release?

Perhaps he’d always been a fool where Charlotte was concerned.

The fact she’d used his honorary ducal title spoke volumes.

Did that mean the tide was turning? It wouldn’t do to rush his fences.

“You think to dominate me?” There was a touch of breathlessness in her voice, which was a clear indication that her desires hadn’t nearly been satisfied.

He was ready and primed for anything she chose to throw at him.

“I do not, but when I spank you, my aim is to increase your pleasure, to allow you to explore what you’re feeling, to ask that you trust me enough to take you to new heights.

” That was always his only intention. If she wished to surrender to that power, then all the better. “Do you require an example?”

Raising up her head, she nipped at his chin. “Are you brave enough to take that on?”

Fuck but she aroused him so easily and quickly. “Let’s see.” With his hands at her waist, he encouraged Charlotte onto her belly. “Shall we commence with your correction? You’ve been quite the willful woman over the past twenty-four hours.”

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

She snorted. “Or else what? What are the consequences for disobedience?”

Oh, she was walking a line, this one, but he adored every moment and each word that fell from her tart mouth.

“That remains to be seen, but I’m game to find out if you are.

” For if she didn’t wish to move forward into another round of bliss and desire, he would send her back to her own bedroom straightaway.

In the faint moonlight, she met his gaze. “I will take whatever you can give me and then some. In that, I have never been afraid of you.”

Yet that meant she had been afraid at one time of something he’d done. What would it take for her to open up and tell all her secrets? And did he even want to know?