His heavy weight pressed her down, his hips forcing her legs wantonly wide. He reached between them and slid two fingers over her folds. His fingers moved sinuously over her swollen, wet flesh, and her entire body ached for his possession. He removed his fingers and pressed his blunt hardness to her softness. “You are so wet for me, Adeline.”
She shivered and tried to lift her hips. But she was splayed wide and restrained by his strength. She could only grip his shoulders for purchase. He braced himself up on his arms, flexed his buttocks, and drove his entire length deep in one powerful stroke, surging into her almost violently.
“Edmond!”
His face was stark with need. “So right, so damn tight and perfect.”
He reared slightly and hooked his arms beneath her knees, pushing her legs toward her shoulders.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Adeline?” he whispered, his voice low and rough.
Then he drove his length into her over and over, shaking the bed against the wall. Lust rolled through her in a dark hungry tide, and she grasped his head, pulled down, and mashed their lips together. His tongue licked sensually at her lips, sliding deep into her mouth, a provocative mimicry of how he rode atop her. He snapped his hips even harder, his pelvis grinding against her knot of pleasure.
Sweet glorious heavens!
Adel found her release, gasping and shaking, never wanting such ecstasy to end. With a deep groan, and a few more rapid strokes, Edmond shuddered in her arms, gripping her tightly.
Their lips parted, and the heavy pants of their breathing mixed with the lash of rain against the window, and the crackle of the fire. The wind howled around the cottage and thunder cracked as the sky lit up with sudden lightning, yet neither of them seemed to notice.
He dropped his forehead to her, the sweat running from his hairline, down her forehead.
“There are days when I shudder in dread at the thought of what might have happened if you had not climbed into my bed, because I would now be wed to another. I’ve never desired another woman as I do you, Adeline.”
Adel choked, unable to speak. His lips curved in his sinfully alluring smile.
Then he pulled from her and stumbled from the bed.
“Edmond! Are you truly soused?”
“Perhaps, Duchess.”
Then he came back over to her and she realized he held his handkerchief. He gripped her legs and tugged her to the edge of the bed, widened them, and cleaned her. A frown appeared on his brow, he shook his head, then his gaze once more traveled to her center.
“You are soft and pink here,” he murmured, tracing a finger over her exposed flesh.
She gasped, wanton heat once again stirring in her blood.
“I want to taste.”
Before she could formulate a response, he dipped his head and glided his tongue over her.
She cried out weakly, her thighs falling apart even wider at his urging. His lips covered her nub and sucked hard. Adel lost her breath. His tongue flicked over her with firm then light strokes, throwing her into an almost violent release. She quaked, panting. He did not let up, but kept sucking and licking until she writhed with bliss.
“You taste sweet…I could feast on you forever,” he said as he rose and flipped her over, drawing her to knees. Her loud cry bounded off the wall as he shoved his thick length into her in one hard move.
“I will never get enough of your taste and the feel of you in my arms.”
Desire curled through her body as his words stroked her.
“You’re stretched so tight around me,” he growled. Then he proceeded to take her with a roughness she had never experienced before, and she gloried in every pounding thrust until she fragmented under the onslaught of such ecstasy.
Provocative words of encouragement spilled from her lips, and the bed groaned under his loss of control. With a muffled shout, he found his own release, and collapsed onto the bed, twisting her so she fell atop him. Seconds later, his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. She covered him with the blankets and snuggled down beside him in the tiny bed.
“I love you, Edmond,” she whispered.
Of course he would not respond, for her duke was fast asleep.
Adel had no idea how long she lay on the bed curved into his side, simply listening to his breathing. She shifted and her heart thudded as she felt the wet warmth of his seed pooling along the insides of her thighs. Oh, God, it is too soon. He was not ready for this.
She pushed from the bed on trembling legs, containing her wince at the tender ache between her legs. She hurriedly dressed and he did not stir. Adel quickly collected the card pack and the game. The front of her chemisette was torn, but she ensured her riding jacket covered the damage before she left the cottage, throwing on her cloak to protect her from the last raindrops of the storm. The horse was gone, she assumed it had returned to the warmth of its stables at the onset of the downpour, but Maximus was waiting by the door, his tail thumping when he saw her.