Accidentally Compromising the Duke(53)
“Adeline,” he groaned, the sound reverberating deep in his chest.
It was her! He thought of her!
She pressed her hands low on her stomach, desperate to still the flutter of desire erupting through her body. Her nipples beaded beneath her nightgown, and she ached between her legs in a way she struggled to understand. Drawn to him, it was as if her feet had a mind of their own as they moved closer. Her lips parted on a gasp when he rumbled her name once more and even stroked himself with more…vigor.
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A soft sound of need filtered on the air, and caressed right around his cock. Without moving Edmond knew Adeline was in his chamber. He did not question the how, or why. Hell, he knew why. The hunger she felt was the same reason he had his length fisted in his palm, urging himself to release—something he had not done in years. As he stroked himself he imagined her…tasting her, sinking inside of her. Turning from her earlier was the hardest thing he had ever done, restraining himself when his body had cried out to take her and slake the tormenting lust.
It had finally occurred to Edmond; he had been a blasted fool, denying them what they wanted most, when he could bed his duchess without releasing inside of her. Though allowing such intimacy was a slippery slope that could well lead to the very thing he dreaded. He would have to be vigilant never to slide so far he lost his common sense. He’d acknowledged it would be impossible to stay away from her any longer. They were married, a state that could not be dissolved, and it had finally pierced him that this hunger would never go away, whether it be for weeks, months, or years.
He turned and his knees nearly buckled. Though she was clothed in a nightgown that covered her from head to toe, it was all the more provocative for he knew the sensual beauty it hid. The cravings he had suppressed for so long surged to life, burning away all resistance. She was raw, earthy, beautiful…unforgettable.
Her eyes widened and then lowered to his cock still fisted in his hands. Edmond would consummate their vows, though it had gone far beyond duty. It was a living need inside of him to brand her with his touch. He’d almost visited her chamber, but had restrained himself. The fever of lust that dominated him would make it impossible to be gentle with her.
She stepped farther into the chamber, then she made to remove her gown.
“Leave it on.” His order was harsh and she hesitated, hurt flaring in her eyes.
“I do not want to hurt you,” he all but snarled, hating the idea that she thought he was rejecting her again.
Her lips parted in soft subtle invitation. “I know there is to be some pain.”
Did she have to sound so sensually intriguing? “I cannot be gentle, Adeline, and by God you deserve to be worshipped, to be pampered and savored, not be taken without restraint.”
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Thick, fierce tension swirled around them, and Adel’s heart was a furious flutter in her breastbone. “You have teased me in the most ungentlemanly manner for weeks. I assure you, I do not desire restraint but how you are now…passionate and without reserve.”
His jaw visibly flexed. “Come here,” he said, the gray in his eyes darkening dangerously.
The promise of carnal delights gleamed in the depth of his eyes, and it tugged her to him. They stood close, and his rough, deep breathing echoed in her ears. She glanced up, the lines of his beautiful face were taut with hunger. Without speaking he gripped the fold of her nightgown and drew it to her hips. Then he palmed her buttocks and lifted her high. She gasped, instinctively wrapping both legs around his hips, and his strong arms supported her with an ease that was thrilling. Adel had expected him to tumble her into the bed, instead he sank them onto the sofa so that she straddled him. She pressed her knees into the soft cushions bracketing his hips, and she twined her hands around his neck.
He kissed her jaw and throat, and she instinctively arched allowing him access.
“I cannot be patient.”
The sound of his voice was a whisper of velvet across her skin. “I do not desire control, Edmond.” Please no control. She’d had enough.
His lips brushed her forehead with acute tenderness, and she sighed.
He gripped her hips and she felt the tempered restraint in his touch. A simple caress, but it seduced and empowered her…for she also felt the trembling in his arms, the pounding of his heart against her chest. He craved her with a similar intensity.
He shifted one of his hands and trailed his fingers to her core, to that bundle of nerves at the apex, which brought her such pleasure. His touch was firm yet light as he stroked it, and then pressed, sometimes pinching. A moan broke low in her throat from the exquisite sensations. He lifted her slightly, and a hard pressure was notched at her entrance.