Why a Marauding Marquess is Best (Romancing the Rake 4)

Their hips began to grind together, pleasure building to the point where she thought she might explode when he stopped her with a hand at her hip. “Not yet,” he whispered. “I’ve got something to teach you first.”

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Juliet moaned in frustration, her fingers plucking at his shoulders but he just smiled. She’d thank him later.

He began to kiss a trail down her body, paying attention to each breast, before moving down her stomach. When he reached the triangle of auburn curls, he let his fingers brush through the soft tufts before he lowered his mouth to kiss her thighs and then finally, he flicked his tongue on her tender little nub.

Her entire body jolted, a jerking

reaction that filled him with satisfaction. He flattened his tongue and repeated the touch, her hips bucking up into the touch. He held them down, starting a rhythm with his mouth.

In response, they nearly vibrated from the bed. He could feel the tension in her building, swelling, her moans growing louder. He stopped for a moment and she twisted in irritation, making him smile. “Love, you have to be quiet. I’m not supposed to be here.”

A haze of lust clouded her eyes. Her amorous gaze made him ache. He’d never seen anything more stunning in his life.

She blinked a few times as his words finally penetrated her fog. “Loud?”

In response, he reached for her hand and brought it to her own mouth. “This should do the trick. We have to be quiet, just until we’re married, then you can be as loud as you like.”

It pained him a bit to think of quieting those beautiful noises, but he had a grand plan for proposing and he didn’t wish to spoil it now. She deserved the most romantic of proposals.

She nodded, her fingers closing in over her mouth and he dipped down again, kissing her most intimate of parts.

She shuddered and in moments, her legs had locked about him again as her body tightened. She was nearing the edge of her lust and he felt the moment she climaxed over the top.

Lord, he knew he’d never tire of feeling her finish. He slid up her body, rubbing the stubble on his face against her silky soft skin.

She brought her hands to his back, running them along the ridge of every muscle, her fingers tracing the dips and valleys until she reached the waist of his breeches.

He stopped, titling his chin to look up at her. “Juliet,” he started, wanting her to understand that his pleasure could wait. This was about her.

But she shook her head, her dark auburn hair, cascading down over one shoulder. “I want you to teach me everything,” she whispered and then she started to undo the stays of his breeches.

Her fingers were small, quick, and nimble, and in no time, she’d undone the complicated fasteners. She pushed down the fabric with her hands and then used her feet to remove them to his knees all the while her wet heat rubbing against his swollen cock.

Any objections and his good intentions melted into the heat, burned away as the head of his manhood slid into her tight opening.

He squeezed his eyes shut, every muscle straining to maintain control as he slowly spread her silky flesh.

Rather than tense, she stroked his back, murmuring little sounds of encouragement. Were they actual words? He couldn’t say. He only knew the feeling behind the sound, soft and supportive as he sank deeper into her.

He felt the moment her maidenhead broke, she tensed for a moment and he stilled but her hands at his back urged him on.

“It’s not that bad,” she whispered. “Keep going.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid the rest of the way into her channel, fully seating himself inside her warmth even as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck. “Juliet,” he groaned. She was so perfect, he struggled for words to describe the moment.

“I love you,” she replied, stroking her hands up his back again to settle around his neck. Her lips tickled the sensitive skin on the lobe of his ear.

He brushed back her hair, staring deep into her eyes. “I love you too. I’ll never, for as long as I live, love another.”

They didn’t need any more words as he started moving again, pulling out of her body, only to push back in. But he knew, without thinking, that this was exactly where he belonged.

The rhythm increased and her hips began to meet him thrust for thrust as her body tightened under his again.

His own finish was barreling through him but he gritted his teeth, intent upon waiting for her. Finally, she cried out, her body shuddering against his and he let go, his body spasming as he gave a loud groan of satisfaction.

Collapsing on top of her, Dane buried his face in her hair. Juliet was his. Now and forever.