“But Daniel, nothing, woman! You would have found little enjoyment this evening if I had let you carry on.”
“But I was enjoying myself.” She looked coy and sensual, glancing up at him beneath her lashes.
“Where the hell did you learn that look?” Daniel demanded as he stripped the clothing from her body.
“What look?” Eva pouted.
“I’ve created a jezebel,” he hissed. Pulling her into his arms, he crushed her mouth with his.
He ravaged her, his heated body urging him to find his fulfillment. He would terrify her if he did not pull back. Holding himself still, he tried to slow things down, give her some room, but she was having none of it. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.#p#分页标题#e#
“Easy, Duchess.” He rested his forehead on hers while he struggled to fill his lungs with much needed air.
“I don’t want to go easy, Daniel.” Only he could ease the ache inside her, make her writhe and scream in ecstasy and banish the horror of Gilbert Huxley and her father.
He needed no further prompting. Cupping her breasts, he kissed the swollen flesh, then took one aching peak deep into his mouth. The small noises she made in her throat told Daniel she was as deep under this sensual spell as he. Slipping one hand between her thighs, he stroked her damp flesh. She was ready for him, but he wanted to hear her beg. Dropping to his knees, he lifted one of her legs. Draping it over his shoulder, he then set about tormenting her, stoking her fires, bringing her again and again to the brink, only to ease back. Eva was sobbing his name, her fingers tugging handfuls of his hair, begging him to release her. Finally he did, plunging his fingers inside her as his tongue swept the small swollen bud. She shattered above him, her body arching toward him. Regaining his feet, he clasped her waist and lifted, then lowered her onto his shaft.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She instantly complied. It was as if her body was his to command. Holding his shoulders, she called his name as he slowly withdrew then re-entered her. The feelings he was creating in her were beyond belief; she couldn’t think or draw breath. His hot breath whispered wicked words into her ear as he drove into her again and again, until finally she could take no more.
He felt the beginnings of her release and knew that within seconds she would climax in his arms. Thrusting harder and faster, he joined her. They rode the waves of pleasure, every last drop wrung out of them until Daniel staggered backwards, collapsing into a chair.
The trickle of her tears roused him. Pulling her head from his neck, he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe them away. “Did I hurt you, sweetheart?”
Eva shook her head. “Oh no, Daniel, I… I… It was just so wonderful, I…”
“Ssssh,” he whispered against her lips. “I understand.” Dear God, he did. Every time he made love to her, his emotions ended shredded at his feet.
With Eva in his arms, he walked through the connecting doors and into his room. He lowered her to the bed. She lay unmoving, limp and thoroughly sated. Pushing the covers aside, he settled them both on the sheets. She murmured something, then wriggled backwards until she was nestled in the curve of his body.
“Goodnight,” she sighed.
Daniel pushed her hair aside and kissed a warm cheek. “Goodnight, Duchess.”
Eva groaned, rolled over and buried her head under the pillows as her maid opened the curtains.
“A Mr. Winchcomb has called to see you, your Grace.”
Eva sat upright. Instinctively her hands clutched the pillow closer.
“Which Mr. Winchcomb, Molly?”
Molly picked up Eva’s nightdress where it lay beside the fireplace. “I am not sure, your Grace. Mr. Wernham did not say.”
“I…is my husband at home?” Eva asked, praying fervently that he was not.
“No, your Grace, he left early but has organized for two grooms plus myself to accompany you on your visit to the Dowager Duchess’s house.
It would be her father. Dear God, why had he come here?
“I have your bathwater ready, your Grace.”
Eva, who was usually fairly independent when it came to dressing and bathing, allowed Molly to assist her because her mind had suddenly gone blank.
“Is there a problem, your Grace?”
“Oh…uh, no, Molly.” Eva tried to focus on her maid as she arranged her hair. She must gain control of herself - she was now a duchess, and would deal with whatever her father wanted. Her eyes fell on the beautiful sapphire bracelet and necklace Daniel had given her last night. Surely he would not want more from her so soon.#p#分页标题#e#
Wernham was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. His face wore its usual impassive expression.