She tried to answer, but all that came out was a whimper as his teeth grazed her collarbone.
"Use your words, Duchess." His hand slid down her side, over her hip, bunching the fabric of her nightgown in his fist. "I need to hear you say it."
"This." The word burst out of her. "I want this. I want you."
"More specific." He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as they searched hers. "What exactly do you want me to do to you?"
Her face burned. "I don't, I can't just say the words."
"Yes, you can." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. "Be brave for me, Isobel. Tell me what you need."
She stared at him, at this maddening man who'd somehow become essential to her existence. Who made her feel seen and wanted and cherished and infuriated all at once.
“Andrew,”she pleaded, her voice raw and unguarded, her pride crumbling under the weight of her need.“I want, I need…”She swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest.“I need you to touch me,”she said, the words rushing out, raw and unguarded.“To make me feel good.”
He kissed her then, until a slow, aching desire coiled in Isobel’s core. And then his hands were all over her – her breasts, her curves, her nipples. Isobel needed him, urgently.
His smile was pure sin. "As my Duchess commands."
His smirk deepened, a look of satisfaction that made her cheeks flush, and without a word, he sank to his knees before her. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirts higher.
Her breath hitched as his lips pressed against the bare skin of her leg. His tongue trailed upward slowly; each touch sent sparks of pleasure through her.
“Let me taste you,”he murmured. His voice vibrated against her flesh, and then his mouth was on her. His tongue parted her folds, his fingers slipping inside, and she cried out. Her hands tangled in his hair, her body arching toward him.
He took his time. His tongue was firm and insistent. His fingers stroked and circled, driving her to the edge again and again, only to pull back, to tease, and to prolong her torment.
“Andrew, please,”she begged, her body trembling, her thighs quivering as she teetered on the brink of release.
But he only hummed against her skin. His touch was relentless. His mouth devoured her as his fingers delved deeper. His tongue moved rhythmically, flicking, lapping, tasting her with a hunger that left her quivering.
Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her senses overwhelmed, and she felt her orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap. But just as she was about to surrender to it, he pulled back. His lips brushed her inner thigh as his fingers slowed.
“Not yet,”he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine.“Do you want this?”
Andrew rose slowly. He positioned himself so that he could lean forward, and she could once more feel his breath on her ear. His teeth grazed her lobe then his hand slid up to cup her breast. “Or this? Do you like this?” He peeled away her garments and his thumb flicked her nipple. She moaned. Her head fell back. Her body ached for release.
“Beg me,”he insisted, his voice firm, his touch relentless. Isobel surrendered. Her pride crumbled under the weight of her need.
“Please, Andrew,”she cried, her voice breaking, her body trembling with desperation.“Let me have this release. I need it.”
"Good girl. So responsive," he murmured, watching her face as he explored. "So beautiful like this, all flushed and wanting."
The praise sent heat pooling low in her belly.
His lips curved into a satisfied smile, and then his mouth was on hers again. While his fierce tongue massaged her, his fingers danced down her naked form until they found her center. His touch drove her over the edge.
She couldn't form words anymore, could only gasp and whimper as he touched her with devastating skill. He seemed to know exactly where to press, where to circle, building the tension inside her with maddening precision.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
Her eyes snapped open, meeting his.
"I want to watch you come apart." His fingers moved faster, more insistent. "I want to see your face when you finally let go. When you stop fighting and just feel."
She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, her cries echoing in the room, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He held her through it. His hands were firm, his mouth gentle. His fingers soothed the raw edges of her release, and as her tremors faded, his lips brushed hers and she could see how his eyes darkened with desire.
