Page 65 of Duke in Darkness

“Come, Lili. Come all over my fingers.”

As though his command was the key to unlocking her pleasure, her inner muscles squeezed tight then released and she climaxed with a wild cry. Her hips circled, grinding against his hand to prolong the intense ecstasy, and as if he understood, his fingers and thumb kept moving, kept coaxing wave after delicious wave to surge throughout her body.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!

NOTHING BROUGHT him greater satisfaction than guiding his wife to a violent orgasm.

Transfixed by the erotic play occurring in the mirror—his fingers buried deep in Lili’s soaked cunt, the restraint of his arm across her breasts, her flushed cheeks and glittering eyes as she arched and screamed—Gabriel stroked and rubbed and drank in every moment of her pleasure.

Because she liked this.

He did also. Hell, the warmth of her pressed against his chest, the way her lush backside moved against his engorged cock, her orgasmic cries…it made him feel strong. Capable rather than weak. And yet it was safe, too. Her hands were occupied holding up her gown and petticoat, so she wouldn’t accidentally touch him. And with her facing away, he could control everything, while watching every aspect of her submission.

Eventually she sank back against him, soft and pliant, her breathing ragged. “Oh my.”

Gabriel closed his eyes briefly, reveling in the close contact. Like this he could pretend he held onto her so tightly so she wouldn’t fall off his lap onto the floor, rather than a need in him. Although speaking of need…he grimaced in discomfort as his cock strained against his trousers. Very shortly it would be him begging to come.

Carefully removing his hand from between Lili’s legs, he met her gaze in the mirror and deliberately licked her fragrant, spicy juices from his fingers. “Delicious. However…I need more.”

A hot blush scorched across her cheekbones, but she nodded. “What must I do?”

What must I do?

His breath hissed between his teeth at the sweetly yielding words. Christ. She would have him ruining yet another pair of trousers with her innocent sensuality. The urge rose to mark her again, to possess her so completely that she would never want another man but him.

“Stand up,” he said thickly. “Go to your dressing table. Bend right over…and grip the far edge.”

Lili’s eyes widened, and then grew languid. “Yes, Gabriel.”

After shimmying off his lap, she walked the six or so steps to her dressing table and arranged herself as he’d instructed. Somehow she managed to keep her gown and petticoat up the entire time, giving him an unobstructed view of rounded backside and ample hips.

And then she peeked at him over her shoulder and spread her legs, teasing him with the pink of her wet cunt.

Minx.

Groaning, all fingers and thumbs, Gabriel tore the buttons from the waistband of his trousers as he attempted to undo the flap and release his painfully hard cock. Thankfully the dressing table stool wasn’t too low, so he could brace his good foot on the floor and get to his feet without too much bother. “Are you ready?”

Lili shivered. “I am. Ready to be, um…fucked.”

He stalked toward her, his cock bobbing against his stomach. His wife had barely whispered the word, and yet he’d heard it like a shout. A Siren’s call.

“Are you?” Gabriel replied, curving his hands around the lush globes of her backside. Although he had the taste of her in his mouth from when he’d licked his fingers, it was too faint. He wanted his tongue coated in her honey.

Dropping to one knee, he spread her cheeks, pressing his face between her legs, and darting his tongue out for a taste. Lili moaned loudly as he took his time, licking her up and down, and side to side, but she couldn’t move, not when he held her so firmly. Again and again he teased her, lapping the spicy wetness from her labia and pushing his tongue inside her for more. Yet from this distance, and with her so open and on display for him, he couldn’t resist the lure of another part of her.

Very, very carefully, he flicked his tongue over her back entrance.

Lili gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Licking you,” he replied, repeating the action.

“But you c-can’t. Not there. It’s wrong. F-forbidden.”

“Is it?” Gabriel mused, stroking her labia with his thumbs. “Oh dear.”

And then he licked her a third time, slower than he had before, dragging his tongue across the little pink rosette and penetrating her ever so slightly.

“Gabriel,” she choked out, her breathing harsh pants.