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I’ll mark you.

Lilian whimpered, her hands tugging against her bonds, wanting to run her fingers through his hair as he teased and tormented her nipples. Wanting to wrap her arms around him when he took her rough and hard like a soldier did, as he’d promised. But Exton merely laughed at her futile efforts, a low, dark chuckle, and moved to her left breast. Sucking. Licking. Biting.

“I need…” she gasped, her hips lifting in brazen invitation to remind him of her willingness, her craving to have him inside her.

“Poor duchess,” Exton murmured, rasping his jaw against her collarbone before nipping her shoulder, hard. “What’s wrong? That tight little cunt…aching to be fucked?”

The shocking words, the brief, intoxicating flash of pain as his teeth marked her skin, left her quivering. Her husband had said he had no control, but what he said and did demonstrated something quite different. While moisture had seeped through the fabric of his trousers, he hadn’t so much as glanced at his cock. No, his concentration remained entirely on her. And now he had worked his way back down from her neck to her breasts, to again suck her too-tender, swollen nipples.

“I-I need…” Lilian repeated, in desperation. “Down there.”

Exton shifted on the bed, bracing his weight on one side as his other hand trailed over her belly, the curve of her hips, to stroke the hair between her legs. Yet maddeningly, he didn’t part the hair to stroke her slick flesh, or the throbbing nub at the top that he called her clitoris. “Here, Lili?”

Just for a moment, the shortened version of her name startled her. Only her mother had ever called her that; Grandmother said pet names were vulgar. Yet it sounded so right from his lips, and she sank deeper into the wicked fantasy of being a colonel’s lover. Lilian must be a proper and decorous duchess. But Lili could give her hot blood free rein, and be wanton and daring and naughty, exactly the woman to be taken hard and rough by her soldier.

Her lips curved in a small smile. “Yes. Touch me…sir.”

A primitive sound rumbled in his throat, and he shuffled further down the bed so he crouched between her legs, his face directly above her mound. Then he rested on his elbows and curved a hand under each of her thighs, restraining them as effectively as her wrists.

Oh God. What on earth did he mean to do now?

Her husband’s glittering onyx gaze locked with hers. “Watch.”

Helplessly obedient, Lilian could only pant as he blew softly on her nether curls, the cool puff of air ruffling the crisp hair, but offering no respite for her soaked, musky-scented center.

And then, with just his fingertips, he parted the curls and exposed her most private parts. Now she couldn’t look. It was too carnal, too forbidden a sight: delicate pink folds slick with spicy dew, Exton restraining her spread thighs, his mouth just inches away from her clitoris.

She closed her eyes. A sharp nip to her inner thigh jerked her back, and Lilian shuddered as again he mastered her with that flash of pleasure-pain, tempting her with the promise of a powerful orgasm.

“I said watch,” he growled, before exhaling across her center again.

“Too much,” Lilian moaned, as wetness dripped onto her inner thighs. “I can’t.”

“You will. And…beg for it.”

Oh God!

CHAPTER 12

He’d never been more aroused in his life.

Gabriel suppressed a wince as his agonizingly hard cock leaked more drops of seed onto his ruined breeches. It would be so easy to just thrust himself deeply into Lilian’s soaking wet cunt and mindlessly fuck her like he’d wanted to from the moment she had begun undressing in his chamber. And yet he didn’t. Because right here, right now, offered an opportunity. If he could hold off his own climax until his duchess submitted fully to him, if he could break her with pleasure until she pleaded for it, then he would regain a position of power, regain the precious control and discipline that had been sadly lacking from the evening so far. Perhaps even find some sort of peace.

Christ, it would be difficult though. Lilian looked the very portrait of erotic debauchery, with her bound wrists, dark red, swollen nipples jutting obscenely from her jaw-rasped breasts, and pearly juices dripping from her center and decorating her inner thighs. His senses were drowning in the spiced honey fragrance of her, and the thought of coating his lips and tongue in it, having her taste in his mouth as her cries of pleasure echoed through the chamber, excited him beyond belief.

But if she wanted that, she would have to beg for it. Exactly the way he instructed.

Continuing to hold her in his very secure grip, Gabriel kissed her inner thigh again. “Are you watching?”

His wife whimpered. “I like…”

“Yes?” he said languidly, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to her warm flesh, this time near her hip.

“I liked it when you c-called me Lili. No one else d-does.”

Gabriel blinked at the entirely unexpected response. But his surprise was quickly followed by a fierce jolt of possessiveness.

Because you belong to me, duchess mine.