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“I shouldn’t.”
“Yes, love, you absolutely should,” he whispered, wanting her to say it.
Those eyes again, full of desire. “Your cock.”
He growled and claimed her mouth, licking deep, sucking the profanity off her tongue. “Yes,” he breathed, harsh and aching when he released her from the kiss and reached for the laces on her bodice, yanking at the strings until it was loose enough to bare her breasts.
He captured one straining nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep and slow, as his thumb circled the place she needed him most. When she cried out, one hand tangling in his hair, holding him to her breast, he knew he had her, his fingers and mouth and words sending her higher and higher.
When she whispered, “Please...” he released her breast, just long enough to say, “I’m going to let you ride my cock.”
The words catapulted her into her orgasm, and he leaned back to watch, loving the way her eyes found his, knowing that his watching was part of her pleasure. He was devastatingly hard by then, a fine sheen of sweat across his torso, his body a singular ache, desperate to take her.
Not yet. Not until he’d made good on his promises. “Beautiful girl,” he whispered, guiding her back, over his arm, pressing kisses along her torso, sucking at her nipples again. “So sweet here. So stunning.”
She had found a source of pleasure strong enough that she was not embarrassed by his compliment, and for the first time since he’d begun telling her how beautiful she was, she did not deny or hide from it.
A flood of triumph coursed through him. If this waswhat it took to make her understand how perfect she was, he would give her this every day. Forever.
He lingered on the word—one he rarely considered, asforeverrequired a certainty in the future he’d not had since he was a boy.
But somehow, here, with this woman, he did not run from the idea.
Adelaide. By his side. A passel of little girls with fiery curls and curious, all-seeing eyes.
If she knew what he was thinking, shewouldrun.
As it was, she was moving in his arms—had he spoken his thoughts aloud? “Where are you going, love?”
She leaned in and pressed a kiss high on his chest, lingering on the muscle there before licking over one of his nipples, forcing a hiss of pleasure from him. She wasn’t running. Dear God. She was coming off his lap, lowering herself to her knees between his thighs.
She wasn’t running.
“Adelaide.” He reached for her, his fingers catching in her hair, guiding her to look at him. “What are you doing?”
Her smile set him aflame as she removed her spectacles and tossed them on a nearby table, instantly forgotten as her hands slid up over his legs, pressing along his thighs on their quest to the buttons of his trousers. She paused there, the touch of her fingers soft and tempting as she looked up to him. “I find your plan for the afternoon extremely appealing, but I wonder if you would mind if I add one additional activity.”
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, on her knees, between his legs, lush and languid from the orgasm he’d given her. Knowing she watched, Henry sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her there, sweet and sinful. Her eyes went wide, and he went impossibly harder at the expression, full of surprise and desire. “Delicious,” he said, a scrape of sound. “Why not come back and give me another taste?”
He saw her consider it, and held his breath, waiting for her to choose her pleasure. He reveled in that pause, in the knowledge of her desire for him, for his touch and his mouth and his cock. He reached for her hair, like fire. “Come, Adelaide. Let me pleasure you until we are both lost to it.”
“No,” she said, capturing his hand and pressing a kiss to the palm, licking over it and up one of his fingers. He cursed, foul and full of desire, as she sucked the tip into her mouth, her tongue laving the pad of it, a promise.
She released him with a knowing smile, moving his hands to the arms of the chair and wrapping his fingers around them. “No distractions. I’ve plans.”
He released a punch of breath and leaned back, his heart a riot in his chest as he stared down at her as she took him in, her own hands exploring without hesitation, fingers dancing over the skin of his torso, his muscles tightening beneath her touch as his whole body snapped to perfect attention. He gritted his teeth at the twinge in his side.
No pain. Not now. Only pleasure.
Only Adelaide.
Lower and lower she moved, until she reached his trousers, the hard, straining length of him impossible to ignore. Her hands hovered there, above the bulge in the fabric, for a heartbeat. A lifetime. Her beautiful gaze found his. “May I?”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed.
Another small, secret smile. “What language, Duke. How the world would react if they knew what a filthy mouth you had.”
“Let me use it on you,” he said, the words harsh, part command. “Let me lick you again and again, until you forget your name.” She rewarded him with a sharp inhale. A flicker of her dark lashes. She wanted it.
