“I’ve heard of another cure as well,” he murmured, caressing her.
“Oh?” she asked breathlessly, opening herself to him.
“Mmm.” Lion’s big hands glided up her inner thighs, his gaze hot on the flesh that had been revealed to him. “Licking one’s wife’s cunny.”
A different kind of heat arced through her at his wicked words. Lion had a deliciously naughty side she’d only just begun to experience now that they were husband and wife. Hearing his proper aristocratic voice utter vulgarities was havoc upon her ability to resist him.
So she didn’t even try.
“That sounds like an excellent cure,” she breathed as he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her sex.
His tongue swiped lovingly over her pearl. “The best.”
Lion hooked her legs over his shoulders and cupped her bottom, pulling her to him as if she were a feast he intended to devour. Her head rolled back into the pile of feather pillows, luxuriating in the pleasure of his mouth on her, the sea breeze wafting gently through the open windows, the sunlight glinting in his hair.
He sucked and nipped at her, and she moaned. “Lion.”
“My love.” He licked her seam, then found her entrance.
Oh, dear heavens. The slick glide of his tongue slipping deep inside her was nothing short of glorious. Splendid. Incredible.
I am going to run out of words, she thought weakly as bliss danced up her spine.
“You don’t need words,” he murmured against her. “Just feel.”
Had she said that aloud, then? Apparently so. But it didn’t matter. She was more than happy to obey her husband—at least in this regard—and to surrender herself to the mindless pleasure he was visiting upon her.
And oh, what pleasure it was. He licked, sucked, nibbled. Just when she thought she couldn’t withstand any more, he gently flicked his tongue over her bud, wringing new sensations from her as he sank two fingers into her. Each deliberate swirl of his tongue took her higher, building the pressure in her core as he thrust in and out.
With a cry, she came undone, her orgasm washing over her with as much force as the waves of the ocean. Lion’s mouth remained fastened upon her as he somehow worked a second orgasm from her, lapping up her spend and suckling her sensitized nub before he finally rose, aligning his body with hers.
“You were right about a cure for the heat,” he murmured as he rained kisses on her breasts, simultaneously slicking his thick cock in her wetness. “I suggest we remain naked for the rest of the day, and perhaps tomorrow as well.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, arching her back when he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. “How about for the rest of our honeymoon?”
He released her nipple and grinned at her, a lock of hair falling rakishly over his brow. “Perfect notion.”
“I am generally quite perfect in all ways,” she teased breathlessly, thinking him impossibly handsome. “It is a universally acknowledged truth on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean, you know.”
He flexed his hips and sank deep inside her in one delicious thrust, filling her. He groaned.
“I know, darling,” he rasped. “I know.”
He began to move, sending pure ecstasy careening through her, and Addy held him tightly as they made love to the rhythm of the waves pounding on the beach.
Thankyou so very much for readingThe Duke Who Ruined Christmas! I hope you consider this book a warm holiday hug from me to you. I loved every moment of writing Lion and Addy’s (and Dandy’s!) festive happily ever after. For a bit of history, check out my Author’s Note. Do also read on for a special excerpt from Maid for the Marquess, a Regency romance I co-wrote withNew York TimesandUSA TodayBestselling author Melanie Moreland.
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Maid for the Marquess
Miss Maddie Smythe
My callous father wagered me to a brooding stranger during a hand of cards, leaving me terrified.
But Lord Wheaton was nothing like the baron who’d forced me into servitude and gave me away.
The handsome marquess was compassionate, honorable, and my only hope for a future.
