To Love A Duke

Damned Duke

Song Recommendation: Wicked ways by everybody loves an outlaw

A gentleman must master the Art of seduction. A lady must resist lest she be made a fool of..

Her eyes shut open, and then slowly closed again. she didn’t have time to think, He tasted good, so good. She was making sounds she didn’t realize she knew how. He tasted like a man who had been starved for too long like a man who needed this as much as he needed to breathe and the thought that he felt this deeply for her made her knees weak with want. She had denied this for too long, denied them both, she had never been kissed like this before, the time in the library had been good too but this? This was epic and raw. More controlled and tamed than the day at the library. This was everything she had been dreaming of Since the library, everything she wanted but never dared reach for, oh! His hands, he was doing something with his hands. Something sinful that felt really nice. his mouth moved warm and firm over hers, coaxing and demanding she moaned deep and low and he responded with a groan of his own. He was in control and this time she didn’t mind. He took advantage of her gaped mouth and slide his warm wet tongue in, exploring the walls of mouth, It awoke that part in her that was utterly wanton, and unrestrained part. He drew her tighter to him, his right hand fisting in her hair, his left hand squeezing and kneading her buttocks, she should be embarrassed but that was the last thing she felt, she felt wanted, she felt a raging need to have this. To have him. This time she wouldn’t run she would give and let him take . She didn’t care for the b****y rules. She wanted him.

In the next second he let go and stepped away. So suddenly, she couldn’t help herself, She reached for him in the spur of the moment then caught herself. She looked up at him still dazed. Her chest heaving, Her half lidded eyes went to his open shirt, it looked rumpled and two buttons were missing. Had she done that? A blush crept up her neck, climbing to her cheeks and settling in a shade of dark red. Dear God was that his zipper that hung half open! Had she done that too. After a while her erratic breath seized and her racing pulse calmed, then she looked up at him and all the while he stood aback, simply watching her with that hooded gaze. He looked cool and collected like he had just taken a walk in the park and was not just sticking his tongue down her throat. How dare he seem unaffected by this, shooting him an angry glare she took a step towards him.

“Why’d you stop” she asked biting her lips, tasting brandy and lemons and Orion.

“There are rules right?” He said adjusting his breeches zipper and only his husky voice thick with l**t gave away that he wasn’t as unaffected as he looked.

“You didn’t seem to have any trouble, ignoring the rules earlier” she said visibly seething. she was more hurt than angry now.

Damn and blast him!

Why would he start something he very well didn’t intend to finish. Why coerce her and then push her away. Why tempt her and then stop!

“Ah, astute of you to notice” he said unsmiling, simply meeting her blue angry eyes with his green dark ones.