Page 6 of Prelude of Love (Harmony of Hearts #6)

Chapter Three

EARLY

My entire body hummed with pleasure, every nerve ending still singing from our intense lovemaking. Duke’s claim remained hot inside me, making me shiver with satisfaction. The Devil’s Chance playlist I’d crafted continued in the background, a sensual soundtrack to our afterglow.

When the next song started playing, Duke practically lunged across me to silence the speaker.

My knowing laugh echoed in our bedroom. “Can’t handle any more of Chance’s sexy voice making you lose control?”

“You’re pushing your luck, Duchess.”

I stretched with a moan, enjoying the pleasant ache in my muscles. “Am I, though? Because from where I’m lying, drenched in your cum, I’d say his music did what I wanted it to.”

Duke’s hands flexed against my hips, where he still held me. His slate-gray eyes darkened as they roamed over my body, taking in the marks he’d left behind. “God, you’re beautiful like this.”

“Like what? Thoroughly fucked and feeling smug about it?”

“Yes.”

I wiggled my hips, drawing a sharp inhale from Duke. “Careful there. I can feel how much you’re affected.” I loved how he stayed buried in me after sex, unwilling to break our intimate connection until he had to.

“You’re impossible.” Duke’s fingers traced over my stomach with a tenderness that belied his gruff tone, following the trails of my release painted across my skin. His touch was light as a feather but sparked little jolts of pleasure through my oversensitive body.

“And yet you married me, anyway.” I caught his large hand in mine, bringing it to my mouth so I could press a soft kiss against his calloused palm. The contrast between his rough hands and gentle touch never failed to make my heart flutter.

Duke’s stern expression cracked, revealing the deep love underneath before he growled, “Don’t think being adorable will distract me from your schemes.”

I fluttered my eyelashes at him with theatrical innocence, playing up my role as the sweet tempter. “What schemes? I’m merely lying here, enjoying how well you marked me inside and out.”

Duke’s cock twitched within me. It amused me that even after claiming me, he responded to my slightest provocation as if we hadn’t just had mind-blowing sex.

“See? Even your body admits I’m right.” I traced the defined curve of his bicep, admiring how the muscles bunched under my touch. “It’s at least honest about how Chance’s voice affected you.”

“Duchess.” Duke’s warning tone only encouraged me, making my grin stretch wider. He tried so hard to maintain his stern facade, but I saw right through it to the hunger underneath.

“What? All I’m saying is if his voice alone could make you fuck me like that…”

Duke’s groan sounded almost pained. “You have to stop, Duchess.”

“Or I could keep going.” I cupped my hand around the back of his neck, tugging him down for a kiss that balanced sweetness with seduction.

I nipped at his bottom lip, knowing how it drove him wild when I used my teeth.

“Imagine if he sang for us while you took him apart. He’d be so sexy spread out beneath you, his blue eyes dark with need as you marked him up like you did to me. ”

Duke’s hips jerked, making me gasp as he shifted inside me. “His voice getting rough around the edges as you fuck him hard. Maybe I’d even sing backup, harmonizing with his moans while you make him fall apart on your cock.”

Duke crushed his mouth to mine, which told me I’d pushed him far enough. But instead of going for another round, he punished me by pulling out.

A whimper escaped me as he left me empty.

His cum trickled from my well-used hole, making me squirm at the delicious sensation.

The warm essence seeped out, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.

My thighs trembled from our vigorous fucking, but I was far from satisfied.

No, I wanted more. Specifically, I wanted another man to join us in our bed.

Duke radiated satisfaction as he watched his claim drip from me. His fingers traced through the evidence of our lust, circling my sensitive rim with teasing touches that made me gasp. Each brush of his fingertips intensified my ache even more.

I arched into his touch, preening under his hungry gaze. My body responded to him like a finely tuned instrument, ready to sing for him at the slightest provocation. “Don’t you miss seeing me so full of your cum mixed with our third’s that it gushes out of me?”

His large hand gripped my thigh harder, betraying how much my words affected him. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not? When it makes you react so beautifully?” I pouted as I kept pushing him. “I miss being filled with your combined lust.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want Chance, too.” The truth fell from my lips easily, my body still thrumming with desire at the possibility of having them both.

I pictured Chance’s beautiful face twisted in pleasure as Duke claimed him, imagined his talented mouth on me while getting railed.

The possibilities were endless and enticing.

Duke groaned, dropping his forehead to my shoulder in defeat. His warm breath ghosted over my sweat-dampened skin. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

“Have you met me?” I carded my fingers through his dark hair. The tension in his shoulders eased under my ministrations. “Besides, you can’t tell me that wasn’t the hottest sex we’ve had in weeks.”

“Sex is always hot with you,” Duke mumbled, his breath warm on my collarbone. His lips brushed against me in a gentle kiss that contrasted with how roughly he’d taken me earlier.

I tugged his hair, making him lift his head to look at me. “But imagine how much hotter it could be with him between us, with you pounding into him as he drills me even harder. Or maybe you’d rather watch him suck me off first before fucking him from behind until I shoot down his throat?”

“Fuck,” Duke growled, his resistance crumbling. His cock was trying to rally for another go, proof that my words were having the desired effect.

“Yes, please.” I wrapped my hand around his growing erection, stroking him slowly. “Both of you fucking me until I can’t remember my name. Taking turns filling me until your cum drips down my thighs for days.”

Duke captured my mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips to claim me with a demanding kiss. When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged. “You fight dirty, Duchess.”

“Only because I know what I want. And right now, I want you to fuck me again while thinking about how good Chance would look on his knees for you.”

“No more,” Duke said firmly, pulling back from my wandering hands. “You’ve been bad enough tonight.”

I pouted, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. “But hon, I’ve been so good. Look how well I took your cock.” I shifted my hips, letting more of his release trickle out of me. “Don’t you want to fill me up again?”

“What I want is for you to behave.” Duke’s stern tone sent a delicious shiver through me, but he was already moving away.

“I could misbehave better,” I offered with a wicked grin. “I could talk about Chance riding your cock while I watch or describe how pretty his mouth would be stretched around your dick.”

“Duchess.” Duke’s warning growl only made me want him more. “That’s enough.”

I kept going. “His voice would sound so hoarse after sucking you off.”

Duke growled. “You’re pushing it. ”

“Push me back,” I challenged, running my foot up his muscled thigh. “Preferably against a wall. Or the headboard. I’m not picky.”

“What you need is a time-out.” Duke caught my ankle, stopping my teasing advance. His thumb rubbed circles on my skin, gentler than his stern words suggested.

I grinned at him. “Are you going to spank me?”

“No, I’m going to clean you up, and you’ll behave while I do it.”

“That sounds boring.” I trailed my fingers down his chest. “I can think of much better ways to get dirty again.”

“Stay put. I’m getting a washcloth.”

I whined as he climbed off the bed. “But I feel so empty without your cock inside me.”

He paused at the bathroom door, his shoulders tense. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m insatiable,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”

The look he gave me over his shoulder was equal parts exasperated and fond. “Behave.”

“Make me.” I spread my legs wider, showing him what he was walking away from. His sharp intake of breath told me the view affected him, but he still disappeared into the bathroom.

I heard the water running and sighed dramatically. “You’re no fun! ”

“You’re covered in evidence that would suggest otherwise,” he called back.

The water shut off, and Duke emerged with a warm washcloth. My breath caught at the tender way he looked at me despite his supposed frustration.

He settled between my legs. “You’re not getting your way tonight.”

The first touch of the warm cloth made me shiver. Duke cleaned me with careful strokes that were both loving and clinical. It was maddening how he could touch me so intimately while maintaining his composure.

“Why not?” I complained, even as I melted under his attentive care.

“Because I said so.” Duke’s gentle touches belied his agreement. He cleaned every trace of our passion from my skin with reverent focus, his large hands impossibly tender.

My voice softened as he kissed my inner thigh. “Why are you treating me so sweetly when I want you to wreck me again?”

Duke’s laugh rumbled. “Poor baby.”

“Poor, neglected, and in desperate need of another round.”

“You need sleep, not more sex.” Duke kissed my thigh before sitting up. “And maybe a gag.”

“Ooh, kinky. Is that a promise?” I caught his hand as he moved to get up. “Stay? ”

His expression softened. “Let me rinse this off first.”

I watched him disappear into the bathroom again, admiring the play of muscles across his strong back. When he returned, he slid into bed and pulled me closer so I could use his chest as a pillow.

“Better?” Duke asked.

“It would be better if you were inside me again,” I grumbled, but I snuggled closer anyway. “I love when you lose control.”