Page 15 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke (Regency Beasts #3)

S he was going to be the death of him.

Juvenile?

If he wasn't so damned aroused, he would have laughed.

His thoughts of her were downright dark and forbidden, so much that they would scald the mind of even the most experienced courtesan. They were decidedly not juvenile, he thought as he kissed her

Before he could think about what he was doing, he swung her into his arms, ceasing her lips in a scalding kiss, teasing her until she opened and he slid in with a grown of pure enjoyment, exploring the sweet depth of her mouth, his hands moving recklessly down her body, molding her pert breasts in his hands, plucking at her nipples, swallowing her moans of pleasure, even as he nibbled across her neck, enjoying how she writhed on his lap.

He held on to her hips, grinding his arousal against her, seeking the friction that he craved while he devoured her mouth mimicking the thrusting movement of his hips against hers.

“Do you still think me juvenile?” he growled against her ear.

She whimpered causing him to smile.

“I never said you were juvenile, Your Grace.” She whispered out. “I only thought your punishments juvenile.”

Theo grinned, nipping at the junction of her neck where it met her shoulder. She squirmed, delighting him with her response.

“If you are still coherent to tease me, Cecilia, it means I have failed in my mission.” He whispered against her ear, nipping lightly.

“What is your mission, Your Grace?”

“To have you breathless with pleasure.”

“You still have time to achieve your goal, Your Grace.”

Her words were said with such humor that he felt a surge of pride. She truly was a spectacular woman.

She was fire in his arms, burning away any semblance of sense and clarity. Her hands were in his hair now, dragging him down to her, her fingers playing havoc at the skin around his neck.

He pulled down the front of her teasing chemise, eyeing the lovely mounds of her breasts.

They weren’t overly large but reminded him of oranges and he enjoyed oranges.

He seized one of the pink tips of her nipples between his lips, suckling them and then raking her with his teeth.

She moaned loudly, tightening her legs around her hips.

He lavished attention on her lovely breasts till she was riding out her frustration on his thighs. She was unrestrained in her pleasure and the sight aroused him even further.

He moved them to the floor, lifting the skirts of her chemise pulling at them until he had the hot wet paradise that laid between her thighs bared to him. She was beautiful to see and the scent of her arousal was heady and all he wanted to do as taste her.

“You are a most beautiful woman, Cecilia.” He told her. “Naughty as a kitten but beautiful nonetheless. I cannot help how I hunger for you.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes and he held her gaze as he lowered himself between her thighs.

He kissed the insides of her thighs, feeling the need to savor the moment.

“Your Grace, please,” she begged on a breathless whisper.

He smirked against her thigh, nipping softly.

“What do you want, Cecilia?” he asked nuzzling her folds with a knuckle of his hand.

“I want you to rid me of this burning heat,” she answered.

Damn, he thought.

How could a man refuse such a well placed demand?

His fingers burrowed through her folds to find the center of her pleasure, fiddling with it. He played her like a musical instrument, enjoying the gasp and moans of pleasure that escaped her lips and while her blush of pleasure that painted her skin.

When she gave her final gasp of completion, he was content that this beautiful angel had found satisfaction in his arms. She was magnificent in her climax, her face expressive, the sounds she made so sinful he was sure that it should be outlawed.

Even as his body ached with unfulfilled desires, he felt gratified. Just giving her pleasure was enough. He never thought that he could give a woman pleasure without taking his own but everything about Cecilia had always been different.

Cecilia felt her world shatter into a million pieces as the duke’s assault on her senses reached a threshold she hadn’t known existed.

She had teased the duke wanting something more than kisses but the world he had shown her was more beautiful than anything she could have imagined even in her wildest fantasies.

He had been tender and attentive, somehow finding the places in her body that would drive her to the point of breathlessness like he had wanted.

Her body felt pleasantly languid that she could do naught but allow herself be carried by him to the couch.

“I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold,” he told her once he set her down.

She nodded and allowed him dress her as well. She didn’t think herself capable of speech or naught more than to submit to his leading.

She didn’t even know how to look him in the eye anymore. Not when he had seen her so intimately and touched her in places she had once thought forbidden. And his mouth…

She felt her skin heat up remembering how talented his tongue had been. He was not just silver tongued in speech but in skill as well.

“What could my little kitten be thinking of to flush so beautifully?” he asked with a smile.

She reddened even further and hid her eyes.

“I can only guess,” he mused.

“You do not know what you speak of,” she answered, wrinkling her nose.

“On the contrary,” he answered. “I believe I do.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she told him, slapping his arm.

“Yet you couldn’t get enough of me.”

She scoffed.

“Shall I remind you then?” he asked.

She scampered off the couch and out of his study, the sound of his laughter trailing after her.