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She just wanted him.

“Yes, Sebastian.” Her voice was a husky whisper, low and throaty, barely even sounding like herself.

The duke’s happy sigh was full of contentment, and that sent as much of a rush of warmth through her as sassing him did. Surprisingly. Though she already knew she would want to push him farther in the future…

Wait.

No.

They did not have a future. Not like that.

So, this might be the only spanking she got.

Maybe she should…

But it was too late. The duke rolled her onto her back, looming above her. The skirt of her nightrail was still around her hips, the dressing gown fallen open to leave her bottom half entirely uncovered. With one hand planted on either side of her, the duke looked down at her, his face mostly shadowed. The effect was somehow both intimidating and arousing.

“Let me kiss it and make it better,” he murmured, lowering his head to her lips again. Mei would have pointed out that he was kissing the wrong place, except his tongue was in her mouth, and she was too busy kissing him back… and he did not linger there long.

He went from her lips to her jaw, and Mei felt the tug of her sash and the moment when the knot gave, and her dressing gown fell open completely. The material slithered down on either side of her, leaving her front covered by nothing but the thin silk of her nightrail, which was nearly like being naked. She moaned, arching, as he moved his lips down her neck, one hand coming up to cup her breast through the silk.

Pushing at the fabric on his shoulders, she shoved the thicker velvet of his dressing gown, finding nothing but bare skin underneath. Mei gasped as his fingers closed around her nipple, rubbing the tiny nub through the silk, which added an extra level of stimulation to the rush she was already experiencing.

Every time she moved, she could feel the hot skin reigniting against the bed, especially when the duke shifted atop her, pressing his weight down against her lower body. His hands and lips were leaving paths of fire across her skin, while her insides clenched emptily. Touching the smooth expanse of his shoulders, trailing her fingers down to the crisp hair across his chest, Mei felt deliciously wicked at her own explorations. She wanted to memorize the way he felt, yet she could barely focus because of the way he was making her feel.

Then his mouth moved lower, and she felt the top of her nightrail being pulled down. His hands closed around her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds, plumping them, as his mouth sought her nipple. She slid her hands over his shoulders, up into his hair, and gripped the strands hard as he sucked one pert bud between his lips. The delicious sensation made her cry out, writhing beneath him, the heat in her bottom throbbing in time with the tender nubbin.

The duke suckled, his teeth scraping over delicate flesh, his tongue laving a moment later. Mei gasped and moaned, pressing her lower body against his, feeling his cock rubbing her pussy through the layers of fabric. Every part of her ached, as his mouth and hands made the gnawing need inside her grow larger and larger with every stroke, every nibble.

When his mouth shifted to her other breast, engulfing that nipple in the warm, wet haven of his mouth, the abandoned wet bud felt cool in the night air… extra sensitive to his fingers as they pinched and rolled while he sucked.

“Sebastian,” she begged, shuddering as the need within her pushed at her senses. “Please…”

“Shh,” he murmured, releasing her nipple and pushing himself farther down, sliding to settle his upper body between her splayed thighs. “I’m not done kissing it better.”

Knowing what was coming, Mei bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as he pressed his mouth against her pussy. The pussy he’d previously spanked. It did not matter that it had only been once; she was still exquisitely sensitive from the experience, and the sensation of his tongue moving through her folds made her feel as though she was about to levitate in the air.

As her hands found new grips in the locks of his hair, his shoulders pushed her legs wider apart, as well as back toward her body, raising her knees to her chest. His hands slid up her outer sides, and she arched as they reached her breasts, filling his palms with the soft mounds while he feasted between her thighs. The flickering light of the gas lamps along the walls made it all feel a little surreal, a little like a moment out of time where they could just be together, giving and receiving pleasure.

Every stroke of his tongue through her pussy, every squeeze of his hands around her breasts, sent her pleasure climbing higher and higher. Mei felt her bottom throbbing as she writhed against the sheets, her skin extra sensitive where he’d spanked her, the tingling sensation adding to her growing bliss.

“Sebastian…” She gasped as he sucked hard, pulling her most sensitive bit between his teeth. His fingers pinched her nipples, rolling the little buds, sending a shot of pleasure straight to her core. “Oh, please, Sebastian!”

The edge of ecstasy beckoned.

His teeth scraped against her and sent her careening over the edge, making her cry out with abandon as the duke kept suckling at her tender bit, sending her on wave after wave of heated pleasure. Mei arched, her toes curling, gasping for breath as she shook her head back and forth in abject abandon.

By the time he released her, she was almost limp with satiated pleasure. Her legs slid down his shoulders as he moved back up her body, creating a trail of kisses from her pussy up the center of her stomach. At her breasts, he paused, lingering on them with extra kisses and caresses, ending with a kiss to each pert nipple, which budded all over again at his touch.

“Mei,” he whispered against her skin as his lips moved over her collarbone. Suddenly, she understood his insistence that she use his given name rather than calling him by his honorific. There was something about hearing him say hers, in that deep, husky voice, full of desire, that was far more intimate and sensual than she could have ever imagined. She wanted to hear him say it again. “My little minx.”

Oh, my.

Either her name or his little pet name for her.

Both made her feel as though he was seeing her, not some other woman, or as if it didn’t matter who was beneath him. It was her that he wanted.

Both made her insides tighten… or perhaps that was because of how his hands were moving up her sides, caressing her. Hers slid from his hair, coming to rest on his shoulders as she felt him settle between her thighs. The blunt head of his cock pressed against the slick, sensitive folds of her pussy, and Mei moaned, lifting her hips to meet him.