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To Desire a Wicked Duke (Courtship Wars 6)

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She wanted to make him feel the same wonder as she felt, the same melting need.

In short, she meant to make him beg for her.

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Ian felt a sharp jolt of desire for Tess, but he clamped down on his own need for the time being. All his instincts warned him to allow her at least the illusion of control. He wanted Tess to know passion, to feel the savage pleasure he could give her, yet he could perhaps accomplish his aims best by allowing her to explore her wild side at her own pace.

Therefore, when she stood there looking enticing and oh so female, he kept his hands firmly at his sides.

She leaned closer, however, her full breasts dangling above him, pale and perfect, her dark hair swinging forward in a silky wave. He wanted to pull her down on top of him and kiss those lush breasts, to bury his face in that gleaming sable mass.

He reached for her then, yet her hands pressed down on his shoulders insistently. “No, I mean to do this.”

He lay back, pretending quiescence.

Easing onto the bed, Tess knelt between his spread legs and bent over him. Ian nearly shuddered, feeling the silky strands of her hair against the skin of his chest. And then she pressed her lips against his bare shoulder.

She kissed his entire body slowly, deliberately sweeping her hair over him as she moved lower, letting her taut nipples graze him as well. He was already heavily aroused, his rigid cock rising toward his belly, but he hardened even further when she swirled her tongue over the sensitive area of his inner thighs. Then she moved back up his body, her lips trailing fire over his flesh.

When she bypassed his loins, he grasped her hand and guided it to his erection, wanting her to feel how ready and swollen he was for her. When Tess raised her head briefly, he could see by her pleased smile that she knew very well what her touch did to him.

Bending down once more, she attended to him again, her mouth sweet and hot and demanding as it covered his body, her tongue tentative at first, but then growing bolder. The pleasure that rippled through Ian in the wake of her taunting kisses was savage enough to make his heart pound.

It required almost Herculean effort for him to lie totally still while she attended him, licking, stroking, tantalizing.… She paused to flick his male nipples with her tongue before returning to his mouth, delivering a featherlight kiss that made his stomach clench in a mixture of tenderness and gut-wrenching desire.

The coiling tension tightened even further as Tess moved downward again, her tongue skimming along his throat, exploring his chest, dipping into his navel, gliding over his belly to his groin. When she finally touched his shaft with her lips, his breath caught in his lungs.

He sensed rather than saw Tess’s smile of satisfaction. Her fingers cupped the heavy sac of his testicles, brushing the seam-like line underneath, then molded over his hardness. The thick length surged in her hand, sending a fierce, fiery ache shooting through him and making him reach for her.

“Be still,” she commanded in a husky voice as she raised her head.

She held his gaze, looking directly into his eyes before she lowered her head once more. His heart slammed against his ribs as her warm, wet mouth closed around him fully, and he groaned with the sheer pleasure of it.

Tess suckled him, her grasp firm as she tasted his rigid flesh, her touch inflaming him with need. His fingers dug into the mattress as he fought for control. Every muscle he possessed was quivering, straining with hunger.

She went on arousing him, though, her hands a continuation of her mouth, stroking, squeezing, exciting, while her tongue stimulated him relentlessly. The lash of pleasure was almost cruel. His body shuddered under the exquisite impact of it.

Arching against the delicious torment she inflicted, Ian started to slide himself slowly between her lips, his hips rising reflexively off the bed.

“Tess.” He grated her name between his teeth. “I want you … now.”

She only increased the searing rhythm of her mouth.

“Sweet God, Tess …” He said it like a caress, like a curse.

“Not yet,” she paused to murmur, repeating his own words. “The pleasure will be greater if we delay.”

His patience was limited, though, and so was his control. It almost hurt to breathe, he was holding himself so tightly in check.

Then Tess suckled him harder, and Ian lost even that tenuous thread of his willpower. His control breaking, he grasped her shoulders and drew her up to claim her mouth with an almost violent pressure. This kiss was not about power, though. It was all about hunger and need.

Tess was suddenly straining against him also, as if she’d die if she ceased touching him, ceased kissing him.

Reaching between her thighs, Ian stroked her sex, probing urgently. The cream of her arousal soaked his fingers in an instant. Tess whimpered, and when he delved even deeper, she gave a soft sob.

He rolled her over then and covered her body with his. He felt her sigh burst against his lips as he entered her in one long, slow thrust.

Ian sighed harshly himself as her lush



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