“Demanding Duchess,” he gritted out.
Pressure curled tight, streak after intense streak settling at the head of his cock. God, the way she swiveled her hips, it was excruciatingly euphoric.
“Yes, well, I want you tofuck me, Duke,” she bit out, her words a velvety frustrated growl.
Her words shot pleasure down his spine, bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Making demands of him, claiming control even from beneath him. It did things to him. Sinful things. It gave him ideas. Sinful ideas.
He slowed to a stop, and she snarled like a disgruntled cat. A grin split his face. Then she sank her claws into his back, scoring them down his back. And his grin disappeared, and his eyes rolled back, a guttural noise slipping past his lips.
His heart beat in a rhythm that could only be considered dangerous. This woman was so much more than he could have ever dreamed for. In a sennight he would legally make her his, but he couldn’t fool himself; she owned him. And he reveled in how her nails scored his skin, marks that he knew would be there tomorrow. Proof of how irrevocably he was hers.
His hands sank tight into her hips, and with a quick jerk from him and an alarmed squeak from her, he rolled them. With hands planted on his chest, she stared down at him, lips parted, the whites of her wide-eyed gaze reflecting the flickering candlelight.
Loose tendrils fell about her face, and her features glowed pearly white in the soft moonlight. If he stared hard enough, he could almost make out the delicate pink of her lips—or maybe it was just because he had spent so much time memorizing every detail of her that even if he were blind, he would see her with perfect clarity.
Ash pushed up to sitting in a swift movement, and their chests crashed together at the same time his mouth met hers. He didn’t waste time being slow or gentle this time; he delved straight in, tongue demanding, determined.
“God, you’re so deliciously tempting. I want to devour you,” he said.
And he did. He dragged his lips down her jaw to her ear, sucked it into his mouth, then bit down. Her gasp drew a contented purr from deep in his chest. He moved down her neck, nipping and licking. She was a sweat-slicked siren; her taste an addiction, and he would only be satisfied with more. She gave him what he wanted. Her head dropped back, back arching, pebbled nipples offered up to him. And who was he to say no to such an offer?
His mouth latched onto one breast, a hand coming up to palm the other. The whimpers and half-moans pulling from her lips were agony, delicious agony. She wriggled in his lap, her body frantic and desperate, but limited in their position. And it only made all that agony that much sweeter.
He’d tortured them long enough.
Ash released her breast with a wet pop and fell back against the blankets. She paused, palms flattening against his chest, and subtly rocked against him, barely moving. One hand trailed down his abdomen, the muscles quivering beneath the soft pad of her fingertips. She traced back up his ribcage, mapping the strength etched across his chest.
“I have an obsession with your body,” she whispered. “I want to touch every inch, trace every muscle.” Her hand drifted over his biceps. “Feel the hardness, the strength.”
He flexed, and her fingers tightened around him. Her head dropped back, mouth falling open on a moan, as though just touching him gave her pleasure. His cock went impossibly hard, and he was sure he’d combust.
“It’s yours to do with as you please, Duchess. You are in control.”
He gave a small thrust, and her eyes widened and then narrowed. The look she shot him was unadulterated wickedness—those curling, lush lips, that glinting grin.
She put her weight on her palms and lifted herself, then slowly lowered herself back down. His eyes fell shut with an appreciative hum, his hips coming up to meet hers each time she sank down. Her movements increased in speed as she increased in confidence. She chased her orgasm, the hitches of her breath coming faster, choked moans escaping her when she swiveled just right, when he thrust into her at that perfect angle.
“Yes, Lissy,” he hissed out. “You ride me so well.”
God, the view of her. He was desperate for it to last forever, but pleasure was snaking its way through his groin and winding its way to his cock. He drove into her hard, nearly unseating her, and her hand flew back to latch onto his thigh to catch herself. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes widening. Her gaze flew to his. Oh, his duchess liked this angle. Her fingers tightened on his thigh, and he thrust into her as her hips circled over him.
“Fuuuck,” she hissed. “Ash… I need… Harder.”
Her free hand left him to settle between her thighs, her fingers rubbing over her cunt, frenzied. His breath burst from him, lungs and heart screaming as his body careened toward the edge, dangerously close. Damn the darkness. Damn not being able to see those delicate fingers working her pretty pink flesh. Pretty pink flesh he was sinking into over and over and over.
Flutters spasmed around his cock, her core doing a delicious dance of squeeze and release around him. Fuck, fuck,fuck.
“Oh, G-God. Ash, I—”
But it’s all she managed because her head fell back, and she screamed to the heavens as she clenched impossibly tight. And it was torture. Her hugging him so bloody tight. He gritted his teeth, his body steel-taut from the effort to hold back. Until she rode out every last drop of pleasure for herself. She slumped against him, and he wasted no time rolling them.
“Clench your legs together,” he managed hoarsely. “As tight as you can, love.”
He slipped from her, his cock sliding between her pleasure-slicked thighs. The blood in his veins raged through him, settling an exquisite pressure deep in groin that was moments from exploding. He thrust once, twice. And even if they hadn’t been lying beneath a starlit sky, he would have seen stars because pleasure crashed over him with unbearable force. Wave after wave of unparalleled bliss soaked him all the way down to his soul.
His strangled moan muffled in her neck as he trembled atop her, both their chests heaving, her panting puffs of air tickling over the oversensitive skin of his neck. He was wrung out. His entire body boneless. Spent.
He shifted and tugged her back on top of him, freeing her of his weight. He wrapped his arms securely around her as he nuzzled into her hair, breathing deep, stealing her scent in his lungs. She was inextricably interwoven in him. He would never be able to disentangle her from himself. And if that didn’t sound like bloody heaven, he didn’t know what did.
