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He smiled wolfishly as his hand reached up to caress her breast through her golden gown, her eyes widening as her body arched into his touch.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, dear Emily…”
“Oh, dear God, no…”
Spurred by her breathless moan, his mouth returned to hers to kiss her. Gently this time, as if he wanted to take all the time in the world to sample the delights she had to offer—and Emily wanted to surrender everything to him.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back, eagerly learning how to please him as she shyly touched her tongue to his before boldly daring to entangle with him in a fierce kiss.
His hand drifted to her back, expertly plucking at the buttons of her dress until she felt the restrictive bonds fall away from her chest. He dragged his lips away from hers as he trailed open-mouthed kisses to her chest.
Emily opened her eyes to gaze down upon his dark head at her chest just before his mouth took in her breast, his tongue swirling around the turgid peak before sucking at the soft flesh. She let out a cry of pleasure as she clutched at his broad shoulders, feeling the whole world around her tilt and sway, his arm around her waist the only thing holding her steady.
“Your Grace…”
She could no longer recognize her voice in the breathy moans that spilled from her lips, calling his name like a fervent prayer.
Through a haze of sensation, she felt her skirts being lifted up as his hand ran up her leg, skimming the stockings lightly before slipping into her drawers. Her eyes flew open when she felt his fingers gently caress the thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs.
Surely…surely he did not mean to touch herthere?
“Have you ever touched yourself, Emily?” he asked her softly.
She shook her head. “I…I have never…”
“Oh?” The soft query was followed by his long finger slipping into the folds of her womanhood, wrenching a gasp from her.
“Your Grace…!”
Nobody had ever touched her there in the most private sanctuary of her body. Emily had never dared herself, had never thought it would feel as deliciously decadent as it did when his long finger slid into her wet folds.
“Let me show you pleasure, sweet Emily,” he crooned into her ear. “I can show you so much…”
She nodded, surrendering blindly to the masterful strokes of his fingers within her. She felt him touch her intimately where the wonderful sensations coalesced into a bud of desire and let out a long moan.
She had never felt so much pleasure before, never knew that it could be this wonderful between a man and a woman…
“Oh my God!” The exclamation seemed to have been wrought out from him with such force that his voice became harsh, ragged.
Suddenly, the Duke pulled back, his face a mask of tortured anguish. His eyes were shut close as if he was trying to block out the entire world.
Emily felt as if she was spinning adrift, her body still warm with the vestiges of pleasure he wrought from her.
“Your Grace…” she murmured, reaching out a hand towards him.
He shrank back from her touch as if it scalded him, and Emily felt a fierce pain in her chest.
“Did I…Did I do something wrong?” she asked him, her eyes filling with tears.
He looked at her bleakly. “No, Emily. It’s not what you have done; it’s whatIhave done.”
CHAPTER12
Emily looked at him, her eyes swimming in despair. Only moments ago, he had brought her such pleasure she had never dreamed it would be possible.
It’s like being in a dream only to be wrenched back to painful reality.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered hoarsely. “God, I am no better than Chaney.”
