Page 51 of Duke in Darkness

My Lili.

“Is that so?” he said softly, rewarding her candor with a fast tongue-flick to her clitoris.

“Exton,” she wailed.

Darkness swirled. No. He loathed being reduced to a title, all those around him acting as though he didn’t exist as a man anymore. Of rules and proclamations that didn’t help a damned thing. “I have a name,” he snarled. “Use it.”

“I am,” she said, her brow furrowing.

“Not my title. My name.”

Lilian hesitated, and he could practically see her mind whirring in unison with the rise and fall of her breasts as she panted for breath. This reluctance to address him by his first name was no doubt something else he could thank her bloody damned grandmother and the ton for.

“My name,” he repeated, trailing his lips across her inner thigh, reveling in her choked moans and the way her hips bucked, urging him back to ease her aching cunt.

Under no circumstances would she receive that reward. Not until she obeyed. His cock might explode but she would surrender everything to him before he fucked her, no matter how long it took. And yet the longer she paused, the more the darkness, the urge to lose control and give in to his base urges tore at him.

Just do it. She doesn’t want the intimacy of first names. She doesn’t want you. Not really. Why would she want a scarred, broken man who embarrasses her in public? What do you have to offer apart from the title?

Gabriel shook his head against the heavy, suffocating thoughts. To distract himself, he kissed her inner thigh again, darting out his tongue and licking a tiny circle on the soft, silken flesh.

Lilian quivered. “Ohhhh…”

“Yes, Lili?” he said, hating the faint, pathetic hope in his tone, even as he attempted to further convince her by alternating licks with tiny nips and leaving faint red marks. “Something to say?”

His wife jerked against her bonds, her heels digging into the sheets as she attempted to break his hold and rub her soaked cunt against his mouth. “I…please…”

“Please what?”

She sobbed. “Please…Gabriel.”

Relieved victory surged through him with the force of a spring tide, rendering him almost lightheaded. “Say it again,” he commanded, unable to be a benevolent conqueror, not when he’d waited so damned long, and his name sounded so perfect from her lips.

“Gabriel. Gabriel…”

He inched closer to her swollen center, letting his chin brush her bush. “What do you need, Lili? Your clitoris sucked? Your cunt licked? My tongue inside you? Tell me.”

“All of that,” she said hoarsely. “I need what you said…”

“No. Tell me. Tell me exactly, or you get…nothing.”

Lilian shuddered, then she looked at him, her gaze soft and yielding. “I need…m-my clitoris sucked. And…and my c-cunt licked. Your tongue inside me. Please, please Gabriel. I need it very b-badly.”

Joy and lust coiled together inside him at a second victory over propriety, almost tipping him over the edge into orgasm. Now Lili would get her reward.

Parting her bush with his fingertips, Gabriel plunged his face between her legs. Then he fastened his lips around her clitoris and sucked hard. She screamed, her hips jerking with the violence of her climax, but he gave her no quarter as he licked his way down her fragrant center and pushed his tongue inside her. In. Out. In. Out. The way he would very shortly be doing with his neglected and hugely engorged cock. Soon she came again with a wild cry, and he welcomed the trickle of spicy-sweet juices into his mouth, instantly addicting him to her unique and delicious flavor. “A second orgasm? My wicked duchess…is greedy.”

“Gabriel,” she said weakly, her eyes dazed as her body shook with the remnants of powerful pleasure. “You…” she said tilting her head down in the direction of his erection.

Flexing his limbs to prevent cramping, he went up onto his knees, and carefully pulled his stone-hard cock free of his trousers. Hell. It was sticky with seed, and so sensitive, it almost hurt to touch. “You need me…to fuck you, Lili?”

Please say yes.

“Like a soldier,” she said, nodding. “Like a colonel. Please.”

Thank Christ for that. He had to be on the verge of erupting like a damned geyser.

Slowly, so slowly, Gabriel penetrated her with just the engorged head, a groan of ecstasy escaping as her scalding hot inner walls melted around him. Unable to hold back a moment longer, his cock surged to the hilt inside her, and he began thrusting and withdrawing, each time deeper and harder. Encouraging Lilian to wrap her legs around his waist, he gripped her hips to assist his plunder, his need brutal and ungovernable.