A Dance to Tempt the Duke - Chapter 10

Her temptress words sent erotic heat pounding through his body and straight to his groin, making him want her with such throbbing fierceness it was driving out all other thoughts.

To take her here, now, was what he wanted, what he had dreamed of every night for the long nine months they had been apart.

Now she was giving herself to him, freely. He should act on his desire and take what he wanted so fervently. His lips found hers again, his tongue entering her mouth, just as he wanted to enter her body. Her lips parted for him, welcoming him in. He savoured her sweet, feminine taste, as his hands slid down her back, cupping her buttocks and pulling her in hard against him.

A primal growl of need escaped his lips as she arched her hips and rubbed herself against him, sending his craving for her to fever pitch.

Reaching down, he grabbed at the skirt of her gown, pulling it up ruthlessly until his hand could get to the naked flesh above her silk stockings. Another groan escaped as he felt the soft skin of her inner thigh, and ran his hands up higher, to her feminine folds.

Her legs parted, inviting him in, just as she had invited his tongue into her mouth. Still kissing her, he stroked her cleft, parting the soft, slick flesh.

Her moans of pleasure joined his own animal growls as he pushed his fingers deep inside her, her tight, wet sheath clenching around him.

She was ready for him. He could have her. And what he wanted was to take her hard and fast and relieve his pounding desire deep inside her.

‘Yes,’ she whispered as he kissed the soft creamy flesh of her neck and continued to rub that tight bud between her legs. ‘Yes,’ she repeated again and again, until she was crying out that one word and her soft, velvet walls shuddered under his touch.

He looked down at her beautiful face, her eyes closed, her red lips gasping, her head tilted back.

‘No,’ he said, uttering a word he thought himself incapable of saying, and took a step backwards.