Page 19 of The Duke Who Stole Me (Stolen by the Duke #4)

Chapter Nineteen

J uliana leaned back against the vanity as Vincent trailed hot kisses down her neck. He ran his hand over her body, possessively squeezing her waist and hip before settling his hand over her chest.

“I need to take this off,” he murmured against her neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise all over her skin.

But it wasn’t just the heat from his mouth that undid her; it was the heat radiating from his body as he pressed against her. Vincent seemed made of heat, a furnace that radiated warmth through his grasping hands, his hard chest, his legs—the entirety of him.

Lord!

Juliana threw her arms around his neck for balance as he tugged roughly on her dress, as though the action could make it fall off her body.

“Wait, Vincent,” Juliana moaned, her hands falling loosely from his neck.

“Like hell I would,” he groaned against her flesh, the deep sound sending ripples of desire through her entire body.

He pulled her even closer, forcing her to wrap her arms around him again as he continued his soft assault on her skin. His hands then began roaming over her shoulders, her chest, her back.

She felt him unlacing the bodice of her dress, but she wasn’t sure because her attention was focused more on his lips and what he was doing to her than anything else. It wasn’t until she felt her dress loosen lightly that she knew she was right.

Vincent licked the spot just below her earlobe, nipped it slightly, then ran his tongue over it. Juliana gasped, her toes curling in delicious ecstasy. She ran her fingers through his soft, luscious locks, which she hadn’t felt the slightest desire to do before now. However, it seemed to be her favorite thing, as every time she tugged on the roots, he’d let out a low groan and wring more pleasure from her.

“So sweet! So damn sweet,” he growled, sucking on her skin as though he could drink her. “How are you so sweet?”

Juliana knew it wasn’t a question she could answer. He, too, was sweet.

She never really liked the taste and smell of liquor because of her mother. There were days when her mother indulged in day drinking, sometimes all-day drinking, which was never in her or her sisters’ interest because their mother would usually lose her inhibitions—and if Lady Ridgewell was difficult to care for while crying, she was ten times more difficult to care for while drunk and crying.

Yet, it was not lost on her how the smell of brandy on Vincent made her head fuzzy. He smelled so good, so musky , making her want him even more.

When his lips finally reached hers, her eyes fluttered shut, lost to the joy of it.

Bliss.

Before now, all the times they had kissed felt like they were doing something they weren’t supposed to do. It felt like they were testing the waters, to know if it was something they could carry on. Though the action felt right, somewhere at the back of her mind, Juliana was always reminded of the fact. But now, it was different.

Vincent’s tongue tangled with hers, his fingers sliding into her hair, loosening the pins Eunice had used to style it earlier. A wave of heat curled low in Juliana’s belly, tightening and twisting until wetness pooled between her legs. She tried to press her thighs together, but Vincent caught the movement, pressing even closer to her and nudging her legs apart. His hands slid lower, cupping her bum through the fabric of her gown.

Juliana moaned into his mouth, hating that her dress separated them, keeping her from finding relief from the throbbing between her legs. She had never felt anything like it, had never felt such blistering passion, had never burned. She hadn’t even known passion could be like this.

She continued weaving her fingers through his hair when his hands released her buttocks. She fell onto the vanity behind her, an indication that her legs had given out at some point and she’d been leaning against him for dear life.

A chuckle escaped her lips, her cheeks turning a fine scarlet as humiliation rocked her body forward.

“Easy.” Vincent reached out, his arms going around her again.

The desire in his blue eyes did not ebb, not even for a second. His eyes swept over her face, and then with a voice deeper than she’d ever heard it, he began speaking.

“We have come too far to back out now. However, if you’re not ready, we could?—”

Juliana swallowed the rest of his words with a kiss, reclaiming his lips.

With newfound determination, their lips dueled, drinking in, devouring each other as his hands moved to her dress again. She moaned into his mouth when he cupped her breasts through her dress. Then, with a low, deep groan, he wrenched his lips from hers, dragging his mouth down the column of her throat to her chest as he tugged on her dress.

His hands slid from the swell of her breasts to the back of her dress, and she let out a whimper at the loss of his touch. However, he continued unlacing her corset deftly, sliding the sleeves of her dress down until she stood before him naked.

Juliana’s stomach fluttered. It was her second time being completely naked before him, yet his mere gaze set her entire body ablaze, and she wanted to hide away from him.

“Don’t you dare,” Vincent warned instantly, as though he read her mind.

Juliana dropped her arms, and in the blink of an eye, Vincent lifted her into his arms and carried her to her bed. He lowered her onto the edge and settled between her legs.

“You’re beautiful,” he said so simply, and she felt his words warm the pit of her stomach and her chest.

Without warning, he kneeled in front of her and parted her legs further, his eyes never leaving hers.

Juliana’s face was beet red as she opened her mouth to protest, already leaning up, but his hand pressed against her stomach, the dominant touch sending desire through her veins.

She’d known it then, even before he further touched her, that whatever he was up to would be her undoing.

“Try not to squirm too much,” he said with a wicked smile, and then his head disappeared between her legs.

Vincent kissed her there , softly at first and then harder as the seconds passed. He wrapped his lips around her nub and sucked, wrecking her senses. She cried out sharply, unable to contain her moans.

The urge to say something to him beat at her as she watched his head move. But what could she say? She could’ve urged him to do more, but he was already doing more than she had ever imagined possible, so she pressed her lips together.

However, her lips did not stay closed for long. Incoherent sobs tore from her throat, the pleasure overwhelming her and completely taking over her senses.

She arched her back, opening herself more to him, sobbing from the need for release. She’d thought his sliding his fingers inside her was the height of it, but it wasn’t, and she was grateful for it. Yet, she needed more . She wasn’t sure what to do to get more, but she knew she needed more.

“Vincent…” she moaned as her fingers found their way into his hair once again, pulling and tugging at the roots.

She was sure he’d lose his hair at some point because she couldn’t keep her hands to herself.

At the sound of his name, Vincent licked her folds, forcing pleasure on her overly sensitive nub every time he flicked it with his tongue.

“Oh, Vincent,” Juliana could not help but cry out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she climaxed.

She felt him smile against her skin before he released her from the torment of his tongue and raised his head to look at her, amusement flickering in his blue eyes.

“You taste divine,” he purred, and she stopped breathing altogether.

He made her feel wanted and in control. Not in the way her mother had, but in a way that was entirely different. In a way that she rather liked . Most of all, he made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, for he was staring at her as though he would cease to exist should he take his eyes off her for a second.

His warm fingers slid between her legs to tease her entrance, stroking and spreading her wetness over her folds in slow, wanton circles. Only, this time, they were more devilishly delicious. Vincent repeated the motion, coaxing a mewl from her throat, but he didn’t stop, his touch magical, working her to a frenzy, his eyes glinting as he watched her twist and writhe beneath him.

When she had imagined her first time with a man, Juliana had thought of it merely as a means to procreate, having no expectations whatsoever for the act. She had not imagined feeling complete, reaching new heights of pleasure, especially if the man knew what he was doing.

Vincent knew plenty; it was evident in the ripples of pleasure she had experienced and was experiencing as he stroked her sensitive sex. Finally, he pulled away and gazed upon her as though he was seeing her for the first time and was in awe of her. His eyes gleamed, and his lips were slightly parted, his breathing ragged.

The sight of him sent waves of pleasure through her, all leading to the throbbing spot between her legs.

“Vincent,” Juliana breathed, reaching for him.

He smiled then, a devastatingly handsome smile that showed off all his best qualities, like his perfect white teeth and his faint dimple, which made him look younger.

“Tell me what you want.” He leaned forward, taking her hand and pressing a chaste kiss to her palm.

“I’m not quite sure, but…” Juliana pressed her lips together, her face hot.

“I’m listening,” he urged, still pressing kisses to her palm.

“I want to touch you,” she finally said.

Vincent studied her for all of one second before jumping up from the bed, and in the blink of an eye, he stood before her in his naked glory.

It was Juliana’s first time seeing a naked man, but she knew her husband was perfect. He put the statue of David to shame, and she found out that did so in more ways than one when her eyes landed on his impressive manhood.

It was quite the length, bobbing as if excited to see her.

“Touch me—I’m all yours.”

Vincent had said the words, but he wasted no second in taking her hand in his own and guiding it down the length of his torso, no doubt hard, chiseled, and tan from all the strenuous exercise under the sun each morning.

Juliana trailed her fingers over his body, and he chuckled deeply each time she skipped his manhood, until he had enough and guided her hand there.

“I haven’t been this hard in a long time, wife. This is what you do to me each time you talk back to me with that sharp tongue of yours,” he said, wrapping her tiny fingers around his throbbing length.

Vincent was ruined.

Just a simple, innocent touch from his wife, who didn’t know what to do with his entire length in her hand, and he was ruined. He had to peel her fingers from his manhood before he embarrassed himself by spilling in her hand when he hadn’t gotten inside her yet.

She was beautiful, and extremely so. She was fierce, she was loud, and she sometimes grated on his nerves, but she was his. No one else’s but his. He had tried his best to fight it, pushed her away and denied himself the bliss of having her squirm under his fingers and tongue, having her cry out his name as she found her release. But he had been doomed to fail. He’d known it from the first night he’d pressed his body against hers in her childhood home, and yet he had tried to go against himself, against his urges, all for it to bring him back to the same spot.

“Lie on your back,” he ordered, and she complied almost immediately.

He could not wait anymore; he had to be inside her before he lost his mind.

He joined her on the bed, instantly reclaiming her sweet, moist lips while his hands explored her body. His hands paused on the swell of her breasts, kneading them until each nipple stiffened beneath his fingers. He pinched them, before tearing his lips from hers and wrapping them around her left nipple.

The moment his tongue touched the sensitive bud, Juliana sucked in a breath, fisting the bed covers beneath her, and he smiled. He repeated his assault on her other breast, and her moans kept him painfully erect.

Every nerve in his body tingled, buzzing in anticipation as he hovered over her. A sensual smile played on his lips as he braced his hand beside her head, while his other hand remained on his manhood. For the first time in his life, he did not need to stroke himself because he was so hard for her that he might as well be a young boy again.

Gradually, he eased himself into her hot and tight sheath, his breaths coming short and hard with every inch that sank into her.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said.

But Juliana’s eyes were squeezed shut, her fingers gripping the covers even harder than before. He feared she’d rip the fabric.

Seeing as she didn’t speak, he continued easing into her, allowing her to adjust to his size.

“You’re so—” He broke off before letting out a low growl.

He sighed with deep satisfaction as the last inch sank into her. Then, he pulled out and slid back in slowly, deliberately. Her body arched like a bow beneath him, his groans filling the air as her walls clenched around him.

Vincent thought he might die from the pleasure. His thrusts grew harder, faster, teasing, deliberate as he pounded into her, stoking the fire he’d started.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he moaned.

He took her lips again, whispering just how beautiful and perfect she was, and he meant every single word. His hips pistoned then, and she wrapped her arms around him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Her soft moans turned into cries as the pleasure intensified, the sweet sensation exploding as she finally climaxed. Above her, Vincent grunted, pulled out of her, and spilled his seed on her stomach. They were both panting as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, the sweet scent of her engulfing him.

And then there was complete peace.