Bewitching the Duke

This was right where she wanted to be no matter how wrong it might be. She loved the feel of his hard muscles against her body and the intensity of his kisses. Maybe she was just a plaything to him. Or maybe she was his salvation from his despair. But right now, it didn’t matter because he was making love to her. This was not a quick rutting for his satisfaction. He was showing her what this should truly be like with him . . . always.

His hands kneaded her bottom and each time his thumbs spread her open slightly, Selina trembled as her fold moistened in preparation for him. He grazed one hand down her crack until he reached her clit.

“Colin,” she exclaimed as he rubbed her. She closed her eyes and let desire take her wherever it could. She moaned as his mouth replaced his finger. “Oh, God.”

She writhed against the bed as his tongue played with her. One finger pressed into her softness, followed by another. She couldn’t stop climbing higher as he slid his fingers in and out of her. Giving into the passion, she cried out his name as her release washed over her.

He slowed the movement of his hands while she recovered from the tumultuous sensations running through her. His staggered breath heated her bottom as she fought to control her own. Just as her heartbeat slowed, he rose and turned her over.

“Now for the front,” he said with a devious smile.

“The front?” she squeaked.

His blue eyes sparked with desire for her. “Oh, yes. The front.”

Her eyes widened as he quickly removed his clothes. He stretched out across her body and warmed her to her soul. She wanted this moment to go on forever even though she knew it could not. At some point sanity would return. But for now, she would savor the sensation of his lips traveling the length of her body and pretend that in another world they could find happiness together.

As his mouth found her taut nipple, she gasped from the sheer joy and agony his mouth gave her body. She trembled as need rose in her again. How was it possible that she would so quickly want him after that last climax? But want him she did, possibly even more than just a few moments ago. In this position, she could feel his hard length against her thigh and desperately wanted him deep inside her.

Instead, his mouth traveled lower again to kiss her sex.

“Colin,” she moaned. “No more. I want you.”

He smiled against her thigh and pressed a finger into her wetness. “I believe I noticed that.”

“Now.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He laughed softly. “I’m not ready yet.”

She groaned. “You felt ready.”

“Soon.” He nipped her leg with his teeth.

“Please,” she begged as his finger worked its magic deep inside her.

“Perhaps.”

“You’re horrible,” she whispered and then all words stopped as another earth-shattering climax rolled through her body. “Not fair.”

“Very fair.”

“Now?” she whispered, still desperate with need for him.

He rose up above her and smiled down at her in such a manner that her heart started pounding in her chest. The look bordered on love. How was that possible?

“Now.”

With one swift movement, he was deep inside her, filling her completely. Before she could fully recover from her last orgasm, she was quickly climbing toward another. Each fierce stroke brought her closer to the edge. His moans of pleasure urged her on. Unable to stop it, she arched her back and succumbed to the pleasure of his body.

He froze over her and groaned as his peak hit. Opening her eyes, she watched as pleasure overrode all other things. When he finally relaxed on top of her, she knew she was in too deep with Colin.

She loved him.

Chapter 22