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Her duke took her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in an evocative duel, one that was slow and sensuous.
“Open up,” he murmured, biting her lower lip.
Verity almost fainted, but she complied, her heart thundering when he pushed the nightgown high up above her knees and thighs. He ran his palm along the length of her leg, a light stroke, from her ankle to her knee. She drew in a sharp breath and caught her lower lip in her teeth as a hot ache rolled through her body. He repeated the motion, lingering high on her inner thigh but never reaching to where she ached, at her center. Verity gripped the edge of the stair she sat on, conscious of where they were, yet emboldened and inflamed in the darkness which cocooned them in the carnality of the moment.
His fingers inched higher, and a whimper whispered on the night air when he slipped those fingers through the slit of her drawers. Her legs instinctively fell open, and he pressed a tender kiss to her knees as if to reassure her.
He slid a finger between her slippery folds, rubbing up and down her sex. Oh, God! Her breath quickened and her belly knotted, as he stroked those fingers up to that nub of pleasure and pressed. She felt herself getting wetter, and did not understand what was happening. Verity panted, wanting to squeeze her legs shut against the hot feelings stirring low in her belly and in that nub that he pressed, pinched, and rubbed. Unknown sensations erupted below her navel, making her weak with want. “Ethan,” she cried softly. “I…should it feel so?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “You are getting so wet, Verity.”
Her cheeks heated. “Is that good?”
“Yes, and I want more. I want you to flow your passion over my fingers, and I want to feel the tightness of your cunny and anticipate how you will grip my cock.”
The unknown words felt wicked, and somehow her body responded, flaming with wanton heat. He pushed a finger inside her body. The pleasure was so sharp, she gasped.
“Shh,” he sensually crooned. “We must be quiet.”
He moved his finger back and forth, dragging more wetness from her. He hissed his approval, and her hips arched into his touch. A second finger joined the first, and she felt a pinch of pain at the stretch, yet Verity wanted more. A sob came from her as those fingers plunged and retreated, filling her with pained bliss. A third finger joined, and when she whimpered, he kissed her and used his thumb to press and rub her clitoris. Verity almost arched off the steps, and she gripped his shoulders so tightly, she feared there would be an evident mark in the morning.
He stretched her, worked her with his fingers until she was a trembling mess. Sweat slicked her skin, and a dark wanton pleasure swelled inside her. Verity vaguely realized she had opened her legs wider, until Ethan rose so that he came over her, pressing her back into the steps of the stairs, slipping those fingers deep to rasp against nerves that felt as if they were being tortured with ecstasy.
His fingers stroked her sex, the pleasure an almost unbearable intensity until the aching pressure shattered, and she grew so wet she flowed over his fingers as he’d wanted, as bliss speared her. Her heart was beating too fast, too hard, her entire body trembling. Ethan withdrew his diabolical fingers from her body and swept her up into his arms. The casual strength only heightened her arousal, and she hooked her legs around his hips as he walked with her up the rest of the stairs.
His breath fell hot and rough on her neck, and a moan of anticipation left her. They reached her chamber, and he shoved open the door, and before it closed properly behind him, Ethan was kissing her, stroking his tongue inside her mouth and tasting her with carnal greed. A sweet shock of delight shivered through her, and she helplessly clung to him as he aroused her body to a feverish pitch.
She dropped her legs to the ground, and he allowed her, yet he never stopped kissing her. He cupped her breast through the nightgown and thumbed her nipple to a stiff, aching peak. He plucked her nipples between his fingers until they were so sensitive she could scarcely bear the pressure. Breaking from her lips, Ethan kissed a path down to her neck, her shoulders, and to the mounds of her quivering breasts.
“I need to feel you naked,” he growled.
He whisked the nightgown over her head in a move of almost violent tenderness, and pooled it at their feet. Then her drawers and chemise followed until she was gloriously naked. She watched as he shoved from his trousers. His male beauty was…captivating. Muscles corded his shoulders, chest, and thighs. His manhood jutted thick and long, and something hot clenched low in her belly, and she ached between her legs in a way she struggled to understand. Verity dazedly wondered where had her maidenly nerves vanished. Ethan did not hesitate but lifted her into his arms, and in a few strides, he bore her down onto the bed. Then he crawled down her body, slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth.
Verity screamed at the shocking pleasure. He licked over her aching sex, parting her folds with his tongue, and then he covered her nub with his lips, sucking it delicately, then with piercing intensity. Frightfully hot, needy…almost desperately painful sensations crawled through her.
Ethan released her from the tormenting bliss of his tongue and blanketed her with his body.
“You must have bewitched me,” he groaned. “I want you so damn much I fucking ache.”
The sound of his voice was a whisper of velvet across her skin. He nudged her legs to open wider with his, lifted her slightly, and a hard pressure was notched at her entrance. He held her eyes as he inexorably pressed forward into her body. The pressure felt immense, and Verity gripped his shoulders, panting slightly.
When the pressure verged toward pain, she sobbed his name, suddenly uncertain. He tenderly caught her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, as he reached between them to stroke that nub of pleasure. There was the smallest of pauses, then his hips plunged, pushing him deep.
She cried out into his kiss as her quim strained and quivered around his invading length, but he did not let up on his ministrations. The pain ebbed, the pressure became tolerable, and the heat rekindled. Verity grew restless and lifted her legs to anchor at his hips. Only then did he move, thrusting his hardness in and out of her aching sex.
The sensations were exquisite. She dropped her forehead on his shoulder, gasping with each sensual yet forceful stroke inside her body. He slid one hand beneath her bottom, lifting her up and against him as he thrust deeper.
“Oh, Ethan. It’s so good.”
Tension peaked in her belly as he rode her with increasing depth and strength.
Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop, Ethan.
Sweat slicked their skins as they slid together, and she cried out in the crook of his neck as pleasure shattered and left her trembling. Ethan’s hands gripped her tighter, and after several deep plunges, he groaned as he emptied his release deep in her body. She stroked his back as his breathing eased.
“Ethan?”
“Hmm,” he murmured, sounding dazed.
“I agree. We must do this every night.”
He laughed, and for some reason, she laughed along with him. This felt…perfect, and with the sweet sensation filling her heart, Verity hoped it would never go away.
