Percival continued ravishing her breasts until she thought she might shatter from the overwhelming sensation.
She lifted her hips again and again, seeking friction. To grind against his hard cock.
She had no shame left, only need.
“You shouldn’t have encouraged me,” he groaned against her skin. “Because now I can’t stop.”
His words vibrated around her nipple. His pace quickened. He sucked her nipple harder, coaxing more helpless cries into the quiet air.
Aurelia’s hands, still pinned above her head, were trembling. Her back arched off the wall, wishing he would unravel her. Shamelessly wishing he would make her shatter.
“Then don’t stop.”
The fire in her eyes only fueled his frenzy.
Percival growled, pressing against her harder. His tongue and teeth claimed her nipples, her mounds, the valley between them, until helpless sounds spilled from her throat.
And they all sounded like music to his ears. The tremors in her hands only made him groan deeper.
Eventually, he released her wrists.
Aurelia wrapped her arms around him desperately, clinging to him as if he were the only thing holding her together. And in truth, he was.
Her legs tightened around his waist. “Percival…” she whimpered against his hair. “I cannot wait.”
“Neither can I.” His voice was thick and breathless against her skin.
Before she could answer, he pulled her away from the wall and carried her to his bed. With every step, his lips brushed her throat, her breasts, every part of her he could reach. Every step was like a bolt of need.
Finally, he lowered her onto the bed. But her back had barely touched the mattress before his hands gripped her hips. In one motion, he had ripped away the last barrier between them. Her drawers were gone, tossed carelessly into the shadows.
Aurelia gasped, the cold air meeting her wetness. But it was nothing compared to the heat of him. Nothing compared to the way his eyes devoured her nakedness.
“God,” he groaned, his eyes dark as they fell between her trembling thighs. “Look at you, Aurelia.”
She had no time to protest. No time to prepare.
His hands spread her legs wide, and before she could take a breath, his mouth descended on her slick sex.
She tried to swallow a cry, but it was useless.
“Ahh!”
It pierced the air as his tongue parted her folds, tasting her.
He growled into her, as though he had waited a lifetime for this moment. His lips moved against her, his tongue lapping at her clit with maddening pressure.
Aurelia wanted to pull him closer, but she was drowning in pleasure. She bucked her hips, grinding against his mouth in a desperate rhythm. Tears gathered in her eyes from the unbearable pleasure. Pleasure that burned and overwhelmed her.
“You are driving me insane, Percival,” she moaned.
“And that duty is only mine to fulfill, Aurelia,” he purred, the vibrations shooting through her core.
His tongue moved lower, deeper. He tasted her, worshipped her with an insatiable hunger.
When his tongue drove into her, sliding in and out with torturous slowness, Aurelia thought she was going to pass out.
But then her eyes opened and landed on him—the feared, untouchable duke. He was kneeling before her, his face buried between her thighs, his hair mussed by her desperate hands.
