The Return of the Duke - Grace Callaway Page 0,102
the belt of her robe, his gaze tracking her movements. Deciding to give him a show, she untied the satin cord with slow teasing movements. She wiggled her shoulders to ease the satin down her arms, knowing that the action would also jiggle her breasts.
Her husband’s gaze was trained on those mounds, straining against the net of black lace. His eyes moved upward, to her chemise’s black satin straps, tied in a bow on each shoulder.
“What do you think?” she asked in the sultriest voice she could muster.
He fingered the bow on her left shoulder, the lazy caress scattering sparks over her skin.
“You look like a present waiting to be unwrapped,” he murmured.
Feeling very daring, she said, “I’m your present.”
And you’re mine. You’re my husband, my prince.
“Lucky me.”
He tugged on the bow. It unraveled at his touch; that side of her bodice, no longer anchored, slipped downward, catching at her waist. His pupils darkened, and he repeated the action on the other side. It took all her courage to remain as she was, her palms planted on the mattress, letting him look his fill of her bare, heaving breasts. The stiff peaks strained beneath his hungry gaze.
Her heart pounded as he trailed a finger from her chin to her throat, downward to her collarbone, the surging slope of her right breast. He circled the red tip, catching it between finger and thumb. When he gave the ripe berry a light pinch, juice trickled from her pussy.
“Such pretty tits,” he said in a casual tone that made her even wetter. “I’m going to enjoy licking them while you ride my cock.”
Sweet Jaysus, yes.
Triumph filled her as she saw the need in him take over. His eyes were no longer cool or remote; ravening appetite spread like ink through those grey depths. He removed his dressing gown, and a breath puffed from her at the extent of his arousal.
She had roused the beast, all right.
His long, thick cock was primed for mating. The burgeoned tip pointed to her the way a hound points to its prey. Her body responded with a primal clench. Hot longing rushed beneath her skin.
He mounted the bed, sitting against the headboard. He had a king’s arrogance with his knees cocked, one hand stroking his majestic shaft. He crooked his finger; with trembling anticipation, she crawled over the mattress toward him.
“Climb on, sweetheart,” he said.
She did so with an eagerness that she couldn’t quite contain. Her knees braced his thick thighs, and she placed her hands on his shoulders, the hard muscles bulging beneath her touch. When he rubbed his blunt dome against her slick petals, a needy whimper left her.
“You’re nice and wet, ready for my cock,” he purred. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She bit her lip as his wide head breached her opening. She wanted it, yes, the wild pleasure. But she wanted more too. Fear held her back from saying what was in her heart. His brooding withdrawal had shaken her self-confidence, and she would have to work up to baring her soul.
She settled for, “I want you, Knight.”
Savage satisfaction lit his eyes. “Then take me.”
He gripped her satin-clad hips, pushing her onto his cock at the same time that he thrust upward. The hard penetration stole her breath, her senses, all her awareness focused on the thick pole drilling upward into her center. Her spine arched at the fullness, but he didn’t give her time to adjust. Grunting, he wrenched her along his shaft, making her take him deeper and deeper, his virile presence setting off tremors deep in her womb.
“Ride me until you come,” he rasped. “I want to feel your pussy milking my prick.”
Primal need unspooled her inhibitions. She abandoned herself to the carnal heat, her bottom smacking against her mate’s thighs as she rode his cock, chasing the wild finish. With a growl of approval, he cupped her breasts, teasing them with his lips and fingers. When he took a tip deep into his mouth, her intimate muscles clenched on his hardness. He sucked harder, and she moaned, grinding against him, impaling herself on his meaty shaft.
“Christ, yes,” he gritted out. “You’re almost there. Spend on my cock.”
She looked into his face; in that moment of raw pleasure, he was open to her, his eyes burning with desire…and love. The power of their connection surged through her. Longing burst in her heart, breaking the dam of her control.
“I love you,” she gasped and leaned in to kiss him.