But she didn’t care.
She was in bed with her husband. The duke and duchess could do as they pleased, especially behind closed doors.
So do as she pleased, she would.
“You are so beautiful. So responsive. Made for this. For me,” he murmured in her ear, his words causing her to come closer to the edge even more than his hands were — until he traced his fingers down her stomach, toying with her over the part of her that had been waiting for him, aching for him, all day. All week. Since the moment she had met him, if she was being honest.
“Asher, I need more,” she managed, as she was both left relieved and craving from his touch.
“Just wait,” he said, and when he removed his hand and shifted backward, she nearly screamed at him.
That was, until he slid off the bed, pulled her to the edge, and settled his hands around her hips.
His fingers found her first, coming inside, stretching her, as she let out another moan while she found herself completely helpless to his touch, to his every decision. His other hand stroked her ankle as his eyes, hooded by his lids, moved from her face to where his fingers were working her.
“Does this feel good, Evelyn?”
“So good,” she moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
Then he leaned in, put his mouth on her, and she forgot everything, her focus only on him. On his touch. His fingers. His tongue. His lips.
Then he sucked on her, and she stopped thinking, only feeling. She gripped his hair and held on until his fingers curled inside of her while his mouth continued moving, and she fell over the edge.
Lost to him forever.
22
Asher stood, staring down at Evelyn.
His wife.
His woman.
His partner.
She had come apart before him. Knowing that he had the privilege to make her feel all of this – that she was dependent on him, waiting for him, relying on him – had caused a tightness in his chest that he had never felt before. One that went beyond any emotion he had ever held for anyone he had thought he had loved.
And he had realized then that she had the power to break him more than anyone else ever could.
She lay there now, sinking into the mattress, right where she belonged on his bed, her eyes glazed, and he had never wanted anything more than her in this moment, even knowing just what coming closer could do to him.
He leaned down and kissed her again, positioning himself against her entrance, and he nearly groaned at the thought that her feminine heat was so close, just waiting for him.
“How are you?” he asked, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Fine,” she said with a sigh. “More than fine. I will never be more fine than I am right now.”
He chuckled lowly before reaching down and rubbing himself against her, causing her to gasp as her eyes flew open once more.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she managed.
“I’ll go slow.”
