Page 92 of Stolen By the Duke of Stone

Leaving the nightgown where it was, she drew her fingers up her thighs, sliding the skirts up to reveal bare skin. His gaze locked on it immediately, fingers stilling on his buttons.

“I am a novice,” she said, unable to help the breathiness in her voice. “Explain to me precisely how this shall go. What will you do to me once you have the opportunity?”

His hands went to his breeches, and she shook her head, even as she spread her legs as though readying herself for him. Instead, she dipped a finger between her thighs. The wetness she found there astounded even herself, and she bit back a sigh of pleasure.

Andrew let out a strained groan that sounded almost like pain.

“Explain it to me,” she said, finding her entrance and circling her middle finger there before dipping it in.

Every muscle in her body tightened at the intrusion, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t enough. She didn’t merely want her own unpracticed fingers, but his. She wanted all of him, the way she knew she could have him.

She wanted him to stretch her fully.

Oh, all the things she wanted.

His throat worked as he watched her with a feral intensity, but he brought his hands back to his waistcoat buttons.

“When I’m naked,” he said, fumbling with the buttons, “I will touch you. Finally.” His voice rasped the word. “And bring you to your peak.”

“And then?”

“I will guide you to touching me.” He brought his hand to the bulge in his breeches and palmed himself as though unable to stop himself. “And when you are good and ready, I will lie you on your back and lie over you and we will take it slowly as I…”

He released a shuddering breath and hurried through the remaining buttons.

“As you what?” she prompted, dipping her finger inside herself. Her back arched in pleasure, and she bit back a gasp.

Andrew released a growl. “And I will take you as my wife.”

He removed his waistcoat, folding it hurriedly, and removed his shirt. That received the same treatment, and then he finally turned his attention to his breeches. A few moments later, his length sprang free, almost purple with need.

Jessamine looked at it greedily, drinking in the sight, her hand working more quickly between her thighs. His desire made her own more potent. This was enjoyable in and of itself, but it was rendered far more enjoyable by the way he watched her.

As she watched, he took himself in his hand and pumped once.

“Then I will thrust inside you,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “And you will like it, Mina. I will work you until you come apart around me, and when I’m done, I will give you my seed.”

She throbbed with need, aching and empty in a way she was entirely unfamiliar with. “Do you want me?”

“More than you will ever know.” His gaze was fixed on the movement of her hand. “May I touch you?”

She considered, putting her desire to one side for a moment. He had not taken her consent for granted, holding himself back and asking, and there was a lot to be said for that.

But he had not waited for her long enough. Not nearly long enough.

“This is your punishment,” she told him, eyeing the bead of eager moisture at the end of his member. “Sit down on a chair and watch me. Guide me toward my first peak. You may not touch yourself.”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, and she wondered if he would submit to her. A man like Andrew submitted to no one. That was the way of things. The way he had built his world.

This was not merely about punishment, but about how much he was willing to offer her. She wanted everything; she would not settle for less. If he refused her now, she would still move forward in the marriage with him, would still accept his offer of a family and of love, but she would hold a piece of herself back. Protecting herself against the potential of being hurt again.

But Andrew moved back and sat himself in the armchair by the fire, turning so he might see her. He placed both hands on the arms of the chair and directed his burning gaze back at her.

“Does this satisfy you, my love?”

My love. She thrilled at the endearment. “It does. Tell me what to do next?”

He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling through his nose, then opened them again, turning his attention once more to her hand between her legs. “Your instinct has guided you well. But you may benefit from both hands. Don’t be afraid, Jessamine. Spread yourself for me. One finger inside, and the other hand above.”