Page 59 of The Duke Who Claimed Her

“For so long…” He started down her neck. “I want you.”

“I know that you do…” She leaned back, closed her eyes, and let him ravish her with his lips. “And you have me.”

“Not yet,” he moaned. “But soon, I will.”

They kissed for several more seconds. Lips on lips. Lips on her face. Lips down her neck and then back to her mouth. He was an animal, hungry, devouring her piece by piece.

Suddenly, Caspian’s hands lifted her. She yelped, and her legs wrapped around his waist. He chuckled as his hands squeezed her buttocks before he carried her back and sat her on top of the correspondence desk. He brushed away the envelopes and letters, chuckling further as he did.

Her legs went to wrap around his waist, to hold him close as she so desperately wanted, but he pulled away. Her eyes widened, and she leaned back, worried for a moment that he meant to stop. Only, when she found his eyes, when she saw the look he held her in, she knew that was the opposite of his intentions.

A shudder ran up her spine. It felt like fear, at first, but she knew it was something else. Excitement, a sense of the unknown, paired with a newfound trust that she had for him. Whatever it was that he intended, she knew it was something she would want.

I need to trust him… I need to show him that I do.

“What are you…” Her voice cracked.

“I made a mistake the other night,” he growled. “One I will not make again.”

Her heart rose through her throat, and she felt a wetness grow between her thighs. On instinct, not knowing if it was right, she slowly opened her legs as if inviting him.

He grinned at her action as he took a step back. For a moment, he simply stood and watched her. She was perched on the desk, her legs spread wide, inviting him to something that she did not even understand. And Caspian’s eyes roamed her body, admiring and worshipping her as if she were the center of his world.

Caspian licked his lips and stepped forward. Then, wordlessly, he dropped to his knees.

“Caspian…” She gasped as he found himself between her legs. His hands on her knees, he spread them apart as he shuffled in closer. “I do not… What are you…”

“Do you trust me, Arabella?” On his knees, he looked up at her. That he would ask that question at all… That he would give her a chance to answer… That was enough for her to know what to say.

“I do,” she said, reaching out and touching his face. “I trust you.”

What happened next was not what Arabella had expected to happen when she first entered the drawing room. In fact, never in her wildest dreams might she have imagined it at all. Kissing was one thing. His fingers playing with her was something else. But what Caspian had in mind… ‘My only regret is that it took this long in the first place.’

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he moved forward. He picked up the skirt of her dress and put it over his head. Arabella leaned back, her legs spread, unable to see what her husband was doing, but able to feel him completely.

“Cas—oh!” She gasped and then moaned and then cried out as she felt his tongue lick at her opening.

Arabella had never felt such pleasure. She did not know it was possible!

She closed her eyes and tried to picture what Caspian must have been doing. His tongue, she was sure of it. It licked her opening, massaged her lips, and gently started to tickle the bundle of nerves that sat at the top of her womanhood. She felt them swell, throb, explode in his mouth as he licked faster and with more hunger.

The sensation rolled throughout her body. It covered her completely. All Arabella was able to do was close her eyes, grip the side of the desk for balance, and try her best not to scream.

She failed in that last endeavor.

Caspian’s tongue licked her. Then his lips wrapped her opening and started to suck. That sent an eruption up her body so that it stabbed right through her heart. Such pleasure, such intensity… The walls closed in around Arabella; she shut her eyes tight, and she let it take her completely.

He sucked and licked her breasts, the way that her body shook, and the sounds that escaped her lips as she no-so-silently begged him for more. It rolled up her body, it tore her apart, and then it somehow put her back together. And all in the space of a single breath.

“Oh… Caspian… Oh…” She moaned as he continued to pleasure her. “Do not… Keep going… Oh, God!”

He worked her expertly and thoroughly. He licked and sucked her as if he had one purpose only: her pleasure. But it was more than that. It was control, Arabella came to realize. For so long as Caspian had his mouth around her womanhood, he owned and dominated her completely and utterly so that she was his to command.

She did not mind it one little bit.

Perhaps that was what she wanted? That was the control that she craved. To be her own woman, yes, but to have Caspian in her life when she needed him… As she needed him right then and there.

Arabella thought that would be the height of the pleasure. Surely, things could not improve from there? How wrong she was…