Page 40 of The Duchess He Couldn’t Resist

He gently walked backwards, falling with her. They reached the leather couch, and he sat down, draping her over his legs. He never stopped kissing her, only now his lips became more insistent. Softly, his tongue darted out, licking the seam of her lips slowly.

The sensation was so overwhelming that Marigold gasped. He took his chance, carving his tongue over her upper lip and then pulling her lower lip before he tilted his head just right. She could never deny him entrance, and she mimicked his moves, not exactly sure what she was doing but utterly overcome with a deep need, she let her tongue meet his.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, sweetheart,” his voice was rough, “I won’t.”

Marigold didn’t know a lot of things in her life, but she knew one thing for certain.

“Do not stop. Please do not stop.”

“Such a good girl.” A primal, almost animalistic sound left his mouth.

Her stomach tightened and flipped, hearing him call her that. It was the one thing in her life that felt it was missing. He shifted beneath her, and the position brought her closer to him.

“This is where you belong,” he murmured. “Anyone else who touched you before me will now be erased.”

His hands found the narrow curve of her waist, holding her there, steadying her, grounding her down. And then he leaned in, and his lips brushed her neck. Marigold moaned, and she could feel him smiling against her skin.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praised her.

Marigold swallowed and bit down on her lips in a futile attempt to keep the sensual sounds from leaving her mouth. His lips trailed a path from the back of her ears to the slope of her shoulders, setting her on fire.

“Don’t hold back,” he ordered.

His fingers found the buttons of her dress and undid them slowly, one by one. He made sure his knuckles brushed against her skin with each movement. Soon, her chemise pooled at her waist, baring her to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and she could hear the reverence in his voice.

His hands circled around her breasts, and his thumbs traced circles over her nipples. A long gasp escaped her lips as her eyes rolled closed.

“Look at you,” he kept teasing her. “So responsive. Good girl. Do you like my touch?”

Marigold gulped. Her tongue tangled in emotion.

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

“I…” Marigold was shaking just from this touch. “I do.”

“You make the most beautiful sounds.” He gently scraped her neck with his teeth. “Do you know that? They are mine. Each gasp and every moan.”

He leaned even closer, and soon, his mouth replaced his hands on her breasts. His skillful tongue circled her peak, and Marigold all but catapulted out of his lap.

“No, you’re not going anywhere.” He pressed her down by the waist, his hardness pressing underneath her.

Marigold couldn’t focus on one thing, and she decided to let the sensations take over. His hand firmly on her waist, his hot mouth pulling her nipple, his hard body around her, he smelled dazzling.

“Yes, that’s a good girl. There she is,” he praised again, his breath cooling her wet breasts. “I should reward such a good girl.”

Marigold realized that it was not only his touches that made her feel so wound up. It was that low, deep voice praising her that made her body alive, open, wet, and ready.

He kept alternating between nibbling on her earlobe, kissing her neck, and licking her breast, as his strong fingers gathered her skirt up, baring her from the waist down.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he instructed.

She didn’t even think about it. She obeyed, one leg settling on the couch as the other tiptoed on the floor.

“That’s it,” he cooed. “That’s my good girl.”

It should have felt wrong and debauched. But she felt no shame, just utter need. His fingers grazed softly over the skin of her inner thigh, raising goosebumps, eliciting soft moans.