Page 53 of The Duchess He Couldn’t Resist

A content groan vibrated from his body to hers. His fingers moved over her stomach and grazed her bare thigh. She felt some kind of loss when he abandoned the peak of her breasts, but it didn’t last long. He leaned in and darted his tongue out. He circled her taut nipple before taking it in his mouth.

“Like this?” he teased.

Marigold raised her arm and allowed her fingers to go through his hair, lightly keeping him where she needed him. He bit lightly on her breast.

“I asked the question, Marigold.”

“Yes,” she protested. “Like this, but I need more.”

“Listen to you begging me for more,” he spoke, and his lips touched her sensitive skin. “You’re doing such a good job. Do you want me to reward you?”

“Please, yes, please.”

Marigold was almost losing her mind. She wanted to sit absolutely still and at the same time writhe and grind.

“Good girls that beg like this deserve a reward. Tell me what you need.”

Marigold blushed. He was asking her to name her desire, but the years of suppression and conditioning would not allow her to utter such words. But at the same time, pleasure was right there within her grasp, that intense feeling every time he touched her, and all she needed to do was ask.

“Please touch me there. I am burning for you.”

The Duke leaned in with that low growl to her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and licked the skin behind her ear.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, his words more exhilarating than his touches.

He felt his hand travel higher up her thigh, caressing her stomach, over her hip, and down to the other side.

“Open your legs for me,” he hummed.

Marigold instinctively drew her knees up and threw her legs open. She was completely exposed to him, and yet she felt no shame. She felt him shift over her, and when she looked up, she saw him taking her naked body in, focusing on her core, wet and glistening as it was.

“You are so responsive to my touch,” he said in a low, heavy voice. “You’re already wet for me. You’re doing such a good job.”

His hand moved higher onto her thighs, and Marigold couldn’t help but shiver. He was taking it slow, teasing her, prolonging her agony but also her ecstasy at the same time, so she didn’t complain. He would reward her, and she would patiently wait for it.

“Yes, that’s it,” he said, as if guessing her thoughts. “That’s exactly what good girls do.”

His fingers found the place between her legs, sliding over slowly.

“Aah!”

A deep jolt took over her body, as if his touch was too much to handle. His firm hand pinned her down onto the mattress, and his lips kissed her neck down her collarbone.

Instantly, her body relaxed onto the soft mattress, relaxing into his touch.

“Good girl,” he murmured over his skin.

His mouth returned to her breasts, his tongue bending around her peak, licking and kissing. She couldn’t even control her body. Her chest rose to meet his mouth, and her hips towards his hand.

He didn’t make her wait anymore. One deft finger found the small nub at the center of her core and encircled it softly.

“Yes!” she cried out.

“I believe My Duchess likes that,” he chuckled against her needy breast. “Should I keep doing that?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

“That’s my girl,” he cooed. “That’s my good girl.”