Page 61 of The Nanny’s Handbook to Magic and Managing Difficult Dukes
She reached out and feathered her fingers through his hair.
“Your kisses and caresses have already made me boneless with desire, Xavier. I know you’ll be wonderful.
Your attention to detail is unsurpassed.
Now”—her mouth curved in a sensual smile—“show me what you can do with your clever fingers and talented tongue. I’ve dreamed of you doing this too. ”
Emmeline lay back on the pillows and gave herself over to Xavier. He was an intriguing blend of raw enthusiasm and nerves. Urgent want and hesitation. Strength and vulnerability.
Everything he did inflamed her need and touched her heart.
Whether it was the way he feathered kisses along her inner thighs, or how his fingers gently opened her so he could tease her with tentative flicks, then bolder licks and delicate fluttering laps…
all of it was perfect, and it wasn’t long before Emmeline was writhing and panting and arching and digging her fingers into his scalp.
When bliss at last claimed her, she shattered beneath his hot mouth with a keening cry, her body practically lifting off the bed.
This man might be a virgin, but he was a natural when it came to performing astounding feats of the lingual kind.
She felt Xavier ease himself off the bed and when she opened her eyes, she discovered that he’d at last removed the rest of his clothes. And her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Of course, she’d already seen what the Duke of St Lawrence hid in his trousers when she’d stroked him to completion a month ago.
But for some reason, seeing him completely naked and mightily aroused had her stomach flip-flopping and her desire capering.
And yes, she was unashamedly ogling every perfectly proportioned inch of him.
His wide shoulders, his lean corded arms, the hard planes of his chest with its scattering of black hair.
The defined ridges of his taut abdomen and the sharp lines of his hip bones.
His well-muscled thighs and last but not least, his impressive manhood.
As she studied him there , that part of him seemed to swell even more.
She suddenly couldn’t wait for this man to be inside her.
It seemed Xavier was of the same mind. He joined her on the bed again, this time covering her body with his. He was hot and hard everywhere and the embers of Emmeline’s desire burst into flames once more.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his usually smooth-as-velvet voice suddenly graveled with lust. He braced his weight on one forearm as he gently nudged her knees apart. With his other hand he grasped his straining member.
“Yes, with bells on,” she whispered. She reached between them and curled her fingers over Xavier’s. “Would you like me to guide you?”
Xavier groaned and rested his forehead against hers. “Please,” he murmured. “I’m almost half-undone already and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
Emmeline’s heart clenched. Dear Lord. He was quaking, his muscles trembling. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the gust of his warm breath. There were even taut lines of strain bracketing his mouth.
She opened her thighs wider to cradle him and helped him notch his hot rigid length at her entrance. “Just press forward,” she urged gently. “Fill me. I can take all of you.”
And he did. In one glorious surge, he slid home, all the way to the hilt, and Emmeline cried out at the exquisite sensation.
“Did I hurt you?” Xavier gasped.
When she opened her eyes, Emmeline could see that anguish had transformed Xavier’s features. “No, not at all,” she whispered, brushing a tangled lock of black hair away from his brow. Her eyes locked with his. “Find your own pleasure, my darling Xavier. It’s time.”
Find your own pleasure, my darling Xavier. It’s time.
Xavier couldn’t resist Emmeline’s invitation. Everything inside him was urging him to move, to thrust. The way Emmeline clasped him so snugly, so greedily, he felt like he was sheathed in slick warm satin.
They were joined. United. Forever linked by this profoundly intimate experience.
Being like this, with Emmeline, was everything Xavier had ever hoped for and more.
He started up a pulsing rhythm as natural as the ebb and flow of the tide or the rise and fall of the moon.
And sweet, perfect Emmeline kept pace with him, even when his hips began to pump harder and faster and the pressure inside him began to build and build, propelling him toward the precipice of a cataclysmic release.
He prayed Emmeline would find her peak and hurtle headlong into ecstasy too.
He forced himself to open his eyes and found that she was watching his face with a desire-glazed gaze. Her fingers curled tightly behind his neck and her mouth curved into a smile as she whispered, “I’m almost there, Xavier. Come with me.”
And that was enough to push him over the edge into pleasure, into a place where Xavier knew not where he began and where Emmeline ended. A wild and wondrous world that transcended time, where only their mutual joy and satisfaction and love existed.
As the ripples of release faded and they lay in each other’s arms, spent and panting and glowing, Xavier couldn’t stop smiling. Or perhaps he was grinning.
“This… this is what love looks like,” he murmured huskily into Emmeline’s disheveled hair.
She reached out and cradled his jaw, drawing his face to hers. “Love is all I see when I look at you.” And then she kissed him, her lips tender and searching, and Xavier knew that whatever happened in the coming days, they would always have this perfect moment, locked away safely in their hearts.