She reached blindly for him, her hand fisting in his soft locks. She opened her mouth, the words “don’t stop” on the tip of her tongue. But she was incapable of words; only breathy cries that escalated with each pass of his devil’s tongue. Just as the pulsing, coiling pressure did, drawing to near agonizing levels. To the point where she thought she’d break.
And then she did.
The pressure crested, and she fractured on a low, lurid scream. Hot pleasure bowed her back, racing through her veins, her hips bucking into him. It crashed down on her. It burst from within her. It surrounded her. And he stayed with her, never letting up, drawing out the storm while her body shuddered beneath him. And as the storm calmed, as the tension eased from her, he softened and slowed and then stilled.
His gaze met hers, then he pressed soft kisses over her spent skin. Her fingers remained tangled tight in his hair, like she couldn’t leave him. His fingers remained deep in the heart of her, like he couldn’t leave her. And if the dangerous glint in his eyes was any indication, that was the truth. She knew it was her truth.
She also knew she stilled ached.
And the only thing that could ease that ache…
Was him.
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Ash
“Ash…”Felicity’swhisperedpleapierced straight through to Ash’s heart.
She was entrancing, incandescent. His eyes couldn’t seem to take her in fast enough. His gaze locked on hers, black in the night, but their rich amber color burned bright in his mind. His stare trailed over cheeks he was sure were flushed a deep, enticing pink. A flush he hoped traveled down her chest to where her breasts rose and fell with each panting breath.
His fingers twitched inside her, as frustrated as his eyes at his inability to take all of her in at once. He slipped free of her, and he hated it. He never wanted to be free of her.
“Ash…” she said again. “I need to feel you on me.”
As his duchess wished. He crawled up her body, pressing barely there kisses over her sensitive, shivering skin along the way.
“Closer.” A command.
He lowered himself, careful to rest on his elbows and protect her from his full weight. Every inch of his skin met hers, and a tremor wracked his frame.
“Against me,” she demanded. “I need the heavy weight of you pressing down on me. I need to feel this is real. Because a part of me is afraid I’ll wake up to find this is yet another night dreaming of you.”
He buried his head in her neck on a groan and sank against her, burying them both into the plush bed of blankets. His heart ached something fierce. God, her words. Knowing she had always wanted him, desired him, dreamed of him? It was astonishing. It was agonizing. He bloodyached.
He adjusted his hips so that his cock slid between her legs, and he ground himself against her entrance. “Does this feel like a dream?” He barely recognized his own voice, as resonant and raw as it was. He slowly sank inside, and her mouth dropped open on nothing but the smallest catch of breath.
“T-to be honest—” Her words cut off as hips met hips. “Yessss,” she hissed. “It feels like a bloody dream, Duke.”
He chuckled, but it turned into a tortured groan with her next words.
“So-ooh full of you.” Her words were hitched, breathy. “So, God damned full. I could die from the bliss of it, Ash.”
He couldn’t agree more.
Her thighs skimmed over his legs and came up to squeeze either side of his hips. He sank impossibly deeper, and identical strangled sounds erupted from them both.
Ash rose onto his elbows and began to leisurely move inside her. Her hands traveled over his back, nails skimming, and tendrils of need skittered through his veins.
“Too slow, Duke. Too soft.”
He dropped a kiss to her lips and smiled. He thrust harder, but slowly still. He reveled in how the breath fled her; how her mouth dropped open with each snap of his hips, as though the pleasure that throbbed dangerously in his cock with each drive affected her just as it did him.
“Faster.” Another command.
But he ignored her, teased her, tormented her.
Her hips rocked into him, one of her legs wrapping around him, heel digging into his arse. Her body was doing its damnedest to get him to pick up speed.
