Chapter 10 #3
“Open your legs wider, Miss Holt,” he continued, his voice roughening, although he kept his distance and showed no sign of breaking his promise. “I must see what state you are in.”
Surely she must object to this indignity? Yet she discovered she did not want to. The Duke’s eyes were so hungry and eager, and her own need was so very intense.
Only half believing what was happening, Cecily spread her thighs apart and met his gaze again, her stomach tightening.
“How soft and wet you are,” he rasped. “That is how you should be around your husband.”
“What do you mean?” she whispered.
“You can feel what I mean,” the Duke replied. “You feel it inside you, don’t you? You can feel it with your fingers, too. Slide them down. No, not down your thighs, but between them.”
Hesitantly, Cecily did as she was told. As the Duke had said, her most secret place had softened and grown so wet and so sensitive that the touch of her fingertips made her squirm on the bed.
“How perfect,” the Duke purred. “Feel how ready you are, Miss Holt. Run your fingers through your slit and feel your eagerness. You are excited by this, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Cecily moaned, bewildered by what was happening to her body.
No one and nothing had ever made her feel like this before. She was drowning in a sea of desire.
“You wish to be mounted and claimed thoroughly, even if you do not yet know the words and cannot admit it to yourself,” he told her.
“No,” Cecily whimpered, dimly understanding his meaning. “You must not…”
“I shall not, not tonight at any rate,” the Duke soothed her. “But it would be cruel to leave you unsatisfied in this state. Bring two of your fingers up to the top of your slit. Yes, there where that sweet little bud swells.”
“Ooh!” Cecily cried out as a more powerful bolt of pleasure shot into her belly and down her thighs.
“Rub yourself gently there. Doesn’t it feel good?”
She could not form a reply, only gasp at the sensations that now possessed her, her eyes closing and her mind fixing on the sound of his voice.
“Keep doing that, don’t stop. Slowly at first and then faster when you need more.”
Cecily could feel her hips bucking and her head turning fretfully on the bedspread. She felt completely out of control. Her mind did not know exactly what the Duke’s words meant, but her body responded nonetheless, in exactly the way he seemed to want and expect.
“Yes, just like that. You are getting wetter every moment. How beautifully you will welcome me when I finally take you. It will be bliss for both of us…”
Her cries sounded in tandem with the waves of overwhelming pleasure building in her loins, words mostly incoherent but mixing pleas and protests equally.
The Duke’s intentions were deeply improper, yet at the same time, they would be his right after their wedding. Both of these factors aroused Cecily unbearably.
“Now, look at me,” the Duke commanded, his voice almost a growl. “Open your eyes, Miss Holt, but do not stop the movement of your fingers.”
On the edge of something momentous and afraid of falling into it, Cecily forced herself to open her eyes again and meet the gaze of the man who had brought her to this point.
The sight of that handsome, knowing, lust-filled face drove her over the cliff-edge of excitement, and she wailed as she came undone with pleasure.
“Yes,” he urged. “Yes, like that. Let it all wash over you.”
After three large waves of unfathomable joy and countless little rills that followed in their wake, Cecily came to her senses as her heartbeat slowed and she became conscious once more of her position.
She was lying naked on a bed in the Duke of Greyhaven’s home, her fingers between her thighs and her entire body bare to his gaze.
“What have you done to me? What have I…”
Closing her legs and wrapping her arms around herself, she began to sit up. Perceiving her returning self-consciousness, the Duke made soothing sounds and seemed to stop himself from stepping closer to her.
“Shh, do not distress yourself, Miss Holt,” he told her, his voice still low and primal in a way that ignited a new fire in her belly. “You have been such a good girl for me tonight. We have only done something that feels very good, and you shall experience even better, but not here and now.”
“I did not know of… Why did it feel…”
Cecily did not have the words to even describe the height of pleasure she had reached with the Duke’s guidance. What did this have to do with sexual congress, which she had always thought to be a quick affair more for a man’s pleasure than a woman’s?
“When you are my Duchess, I shall show you everything,” he vowed. “You will feel pleasure in everything I do with you. Now, get into bed and go to sleep before I forget myself.”
He looked upon her with desire that made her heart race all over again. Part of her wished to curl up and hide from him under the covers, but another part wished he was naked beside her in the bed, ready to deliver on his promise.
Their eyes met again, and for a moment, his eyes blazed.
“Goodnight, Miss Holt,” he said firmly, turning on his heel and making for the door. “Sleep well. You will need all your energy tomorrow.”