Page 44 of Raising the Duke’s Unexpected Twins

“Tonight is about your pleasure, Cordelia, and only yours.”

“You will not enjoy yourself?” she asked tentatively, and Nicholas wanted to burst out laughing.

He grasped her hand and pressed it to the front of his trousers, where his cock threatened to burst forth. When she gasped, she looked up at him but did not pull her hand away.

“You are giving me more pleasure than I know what to do with, love. Now take yours.” He leaned over her and pressed a kiss between her breasts before taking on in his hand and turning his mouth to the other, flicking the tip of his tongue across the pert, pink nipple. He listened to her gasps and her fists grasping the bedclothes and then he drew the nipple fully into his mouth, suckling deeply.

“Nicholas!” she cried, and Nicholas’s pleasure grew. He had dreamed of this moment for a while now, at the sound of her voice panting his name, and he couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

Dream or not, I will savor every taste.

He moved to her other breast and could feel her shaking beneath him as her breaths grew even shallower. Slowly, his hand drifted down to lift her nightgown up from her legs. Slowly, he moved his hand up her thigh, and then he moaned against her breast as he felt just how ready for him she was.

“What is it?” she asked. “The wetness, is it-?”

Chuckling, Nicholas nipped at her breast before kissing her on the mouth again. “It is everything a man wants to feel when he touches a woman. That she is willing, that she is ready, that she desires him too.”

“So it means…”

“That you want me, love.” He smiled with a cocky air, and he could tell she was desperate to roll her eyes but too aroused to do so. “Don’t worry. I will help ease your distress.” At the first brush of his fingers against her center, she cried out, gripping the bedclothes even tighter. He moved softly at first and then sped up, savoring the sound of her growing cries of pleasure.

When he slowed a little, her little whisper of, “Don’t stop,” nearly undid him and made him spill in his trousers. He sped up again and then when he dipped a finger inside, his thumb on her sweet nub, she came, crying out and shaking as pleasure coursed through her.

The satisfaction of seeing Cordelia Debrett fall to pieces under his skillful movements was one of the greatest Nicholas had ever experienced. She was still breathing quickly as her body’s shaking slowed, but then she closed her eyes, and in seconds, he could hear the soft movement of her breath, and her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Smiling, Nicholas leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before he slid out of bed and lifted a blanket over her.

She must have been so tired.

He might have been offended at any other woman falling asleep after coming so hard in his arms, but not Cordelia. She had been angry at him, hungry, spent with busyness and grief, and now he had the delight of putting her to bed in his own room. He had a feeling now that she knew what pleasure was like, she would be begging for him more often from now on.

“Good night, love,” he said, and without wanting to disturb her, he left to find another bed to sleep in.

CHAPTER 15

The closing of a door roused Cordelia, and she made a slight groan at the annoying interference in one of the best night’s sleeps she’d had in a long, long while.

“What is it?” she asked groggily, turning over only to realize that while she was under a blanket, her nightgown was around her waist, and her breasts were bare.

“It is morning, Your Grace.” Anna’s voice burst into her dreamlike state.

Cordelia shot up, grasping to keep hold of the blanket as she did so. With eyes wide, she stared at a smiling Anna, and then she looked around her.

Where in the-?

And the memory struck her like a ton of bricks. A warm, hot, skillful mouth on her skin, her breasts, her mouth. Two rough palms sliding over her, fingers dipping inside her and foolish cries of pleasure and breathless pleas of his name, and afterward, she had fallen asleep in his room. In his bed!

No, no, no.

Cordelia wanted to scream with embarrassment, not just due to Anna discovering her but also because of her behavior with the duke.

“Anna, where might the duke be at present?” she asked, attempting to keep her cool while Anna looked rather pleased.

“He is at breakfast, and he told me to fetch you and to help get you ready. He would like to eat with you.”

Cordelia frowned. After her night of recklessness, she would prefer to have avoided Nicholas, if possible.

He is sure to be smugger than usual when I see him.