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“I do not think –”
“Shh,” he whispered and lowered his mouth between her legs.
She could not protest any longer. As soon as Fergus’ tongue found her secret nub, she gasped and relaxed into him. She gripped her hands on his shoulder and lifted her head to watch him. Feeling her lift up, he looked up, keeping his mouth firmly planted on her. The fire inside her continued to build, and before long, she could not concentrate on watching him. Instead, she arched against him, closing her eyes as she pressed her shoulders back into the bed. Knowing now the pleasure the act gave her inspired her to seek it. She grew impatient, wanting to feel that release, squirming against his mouth.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispered, breaking away for a moment. “Talk to me, guide me. Show me how to please your body.”
Telling him felt indelicate, and she hesitated.
“Forget decency,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to quickly kiss between her folds. “Is this not decent between a man and his wife?”
“Use your hand,” she gasped, pulling against him desperately. “Like you did last time.”
“Gladly,” he agreed, covering her with his mouth as he slid a finger inside her. She gasped again, straining against him, bucking against his mouth with more enthusiasm. The fire in her core built within her, and she chased it, the hesitancy she had felt the first time a distant memory in her mind. This time, she knew she wanted it, encouraging it to build greater and greater.
When she climaxed finally, she let out a sharp cry, her body tensing and quivering. She curled at her core, squeezing her thighs around the Duke as he pulled away from her.
“You knew what you wanted this time,” he laughed, wiping his face. He crawled over Edwina as she panted, trying to catch her breath. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes!” she cried breathlessly, clinging to him. He lowered back on top of her and kissed her, taking away the breath she still struggled to regain. They lay like that, intertwined for a few minutes, until she asked finally, “Can I please you the same way?”
She felt his member twitch underneath her which she understood as desire.
“You know, use my mouth on you?” she asked. “Is that done?”
He pulled away, his eyes crinkling as though he wanted to laugh again but did not dare. “Yes,” he told her gently. “You can, and you may.”
Rolling off of her, he lay flat back on his back. She crawled to her knees, coming between his legs as he had done for her. His member stood straight up in the air and twitched again as she wrapped her fingers around him.
“Tell me what to do,” she asked, looking up at his face.
“Just…” he whispered, reaching for her head. He gently guided her to him, and she opened her mouth to allow his member between her lips. He groaned as she felt him slide against her tongue. Wrapping one hand around him, she held on while she slid her mouth down over him.
“God,” he breathed, pushing back in her mouth as she returned to him. “Just like that.”
Encouraged by his heady response, she continued the motion, bobbing her head up and down. His fingers wrapped in her hair, straining as though he wanted to grip her more tightly. After only a few moments, she felt him tensing beneath her.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, replacing her hand with his own. He pulsed, expelling over his chest with a gasp. She watched in curiosity, kneeling between his legs. His eyes remained closed for a moment as he panted.
He muttered something vaguely sounding like“Bloody hell,”but she could not have been sure.
“Was that acceptable, Your Grace?” she whispered.
He laughed then. “More than acceptable,” he said and moved to get up. She rolled over back on the bed, laying back to watch him grab a cloth to clean up. Candlelight flickered over his naked, muscular body, making her marvel at him. He looked up to find her watching.
“Do you find what you see acceptable?” he asked her.
“I do,” she whispered, patting the bed next to her. Then, with only a second of reluctance, Fergus came back to lay next to her. She met his gaze and told him. “I want to know you. I want to see you, all of you.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
She reached for his face, gently touching his mask. “I do not want you to feel that you have to hide from me.”
He grabbed her wrist, firmly but not unkindly. “No.”
“I feel like it is a barrier between us,” she explained. She could not say why, but she felt as though as long as he felt he needed to wear the mask around her, they could not be fully comfortable.
“This mask is not the barrier,” he protested. “The reason why I wear one is, and that is a barrier that cannot be removed.”
“You can trust me,” she said, reaching out again. Fergus flinched as her fingers brushed against the silk.
“I said no,” he said, getting out of the bed. He shook his head, grabbing his clothes from the floor. “I cannot be what you need.”
“Why do you keep hiding from me?” she asked, sitting up and clutching the bedsheets to her. “Why do you keep running?”
“I cannot explain it; you would be…” he said, pulling the shirt back down over his head.
“Fergus, come back,” she demanded, but he did not listen to her. Instead, he jerked the door to his room open and disappeared into the darkness beyond, shutting the door with a thud behind him.
Alone in her room, she threw herself back into her pillow. Despite her anguish, her body felt relaxed and sensual. She wanted more from Fergus, even if she felt annoyed by how closed off he kept himself from her. She resolved again to get him to open up to her, even if that meant annoying him again.
