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Page 39 of Married to the Ruthless Duke

“Helen,” he groaned, kissing her neck. “I need to see you.”

“All right,” she answered, not knowing what he meant until his hands ripped her nightgown in two.

Cold wind kissed her skin as she was exposed to him. She tried to cover herself, but his hands stilled her.

“Don’t,” he warned.

Her hands fell away, even though she still felt uneasy being exposed to him. His eyes held adoration as he leaned back to watch her, and he looked torn, like he was struggling to make a decision.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, feeling even more self-conscious.

“I am trying to decide where to taste you first,” he declared, biting his lip, and she decided that she had never seen a more devastating look on him.

She felt the blush all over her body that brought a smile to his lips.

“You do blush beautifully everywhere,” he observed. “Now, I am tempted to see how red you can get.”

He gave her no warning and took a nipple in his mouth, nipping it. A scream tore out of her as pleasure rippled through her.

“Careful, wife, we don’t want the maids to think I am being a beast,” he chided, nipping her nipple again playfully.

“You… you are being a beast,” she groaned.

He laughed against her breast as he took her nipple into his mouth again, his other hand going to palm the other breast.

He added suction that had her bucking off the bed, which stilled when his hand started to travel lower down her body.

“Wait…” she whispered as she stiffened when his fingers brushed the intimate curls between her legs.

“Relax, wife,” he soothed. “Let me pleasure you.”

His fingers brushed her sex again, a groan escaping his lips.

“You’re so wet.”

She bit her lip and tried to close her legs, but he held them apart.

“Does this make you shy?” he asked, sliding his fingers through her curls again, applying pressure to the nub that begged for attention.

She could not answer as a spark shot through her that caused her legs to quiver.

“Answer me, wife,” he teased, delivering deliciously maddening pressure to the knot of pleasure that pulsed painfully.

“Y-yes.”

He grinned against her stomach, placing open-mouthed kisses as he moved lower down her body.

When his tongue grazed her curls, she tried to close her legs again, but his hands held them firmly apart.

He groaned against her sex as his tongue lapped at her, and her hips bucked wildly against his face. She tried to hold back her cries, but her body seemed unwilling to cooperate with her.

A moment hit her when her body shook violently as a bliss she had never experienced before flooded her, and he used his tongue to mimic the vibrations that rippled through her.

“Thank you,” she said when she finally regained her ability to speak.

He grinned at her and kissed her.

“It is I who should thank you.” He licked his lips. “You taste better than any meal I’ve ever had.”


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