Chapter Four #3
The duke claimed her lips in a hard kiss, effectively cutting off her words.
Immediately, Evangeline was transported back to the library where she’d been nearly lost in the heat and hardness of his body against hers.
This embrace was no less intense. In fact, in many ways, it was even more so, and before too long, they conversed and argued through kissing and the fencing of tongues.
“If you think this will make me suddenly go along with your nodcock plan, you have another think coming,” she whispered against his firm lips even as she manipulated the knot of his cravat.
“Understandable, so perhaps I’ll need to try harder.” And he continued to kiss her, cupped a breast and fondled the nipple through the fabric of her gown.
There was the passing thought that she’d been ushered from the ball before she’d had a chance to collect her cape, but then everything fled her mind as eddies of pleasure turned her blood to molten heat.
What had been between them in that library had yet to be extinguished, and apparently, she hadn’t the wherewithal to put a stop to continued relations.
Then he snaked a hand beneath her skirting to skim his fingers along the inside of her thigh.
Since neither of them had retrieved their gloves before leaving so abruptly, the tactile feel of his skin against hers sent gooseflesh rippling over her.
Awareness of him prickled through her consciousness to tighten her nipples.
A soft moan escaped her, for she desperately wanted him to tease her there as he’d done in the library, but he didn’t.
Instead, while the duke continued to kiss her, she lifted onto her knees to give him access, and he took the hint.
Seconds later, he strummed those talented digits over the bud swelling at her center.
“Oh!” The sensations were both foreign yet familiar, for that’s what she felt when sending herself over the edge, but she’d never had that from her reprobate husband.
“This is… Ah!” Words proved too much, so she merely concentrated on what he did to her.
Occasionally, she nipped and nibbled the side of his neck over his collar, but mostly it was to ground her and keep her focused.
“Difficult to argue with a man who has some skill in pleasuring a woman, hmm?” Then he chuckled, and the deep, rumbling sound tickled through her chest as he continued to rub and circle that button with varying degrees of friction.
Damn his smug eyes! But she couldn’t fault him, for he spoke the truth.
Heat filled her chest while throbbing need circled and stacked low in her body.
Perhaps she’d already been fairly primed earlier in the evening, or perhaps the evening’s events had thoroughly aroused her.
Of course, it could be that the duke himself intrigued her beyond reason, but ultimately, it didn’t matter.
She ground herself against his hand, went so far as to press hers on his to guide him to exactly where she wanted him as he continued his relentless assault.
Then, she broke. Actually, that wasn’t exactly the truth.
Evangeline shattered. His manipulation of her button sent her sailing over the edge before she was ready.
The fact that Darkemore got her off with very little effort was quite telling.
And she didn’t know if she should be proud or ashamed of that.
“Oh!” Refusing to scream out her release, she buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, being certain to press her lips to his neck.
Also, she didn’t want the driver to hear what the duke had done to her.
“Good heavens,” she managed to whisper as her body shook while the release raced through her. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Why not? We would have done that and more in the library had we not been interrupted.” When he drew slightly away to peer into her eyes, his glittered in the dim illumination from a streetlamp the carriage passed.
His expression suggested annoyance and something much darker that she couldn’t readily identify.
“Next time, I want to hear you scream as you come.” He claimed her lips in a hard kiss that had the power to steal her breath.
“I don’t care where we are or who is around to overhear, but I damn well want to hear you. ”
The command in his voice worked to further see her undone, and she shivered, for unfilled longing throbbed through her core.
“Why?” Unable to stay upright, she wilted into his body.
When he withdrew his hand from beneath her gown to rest it at the small of her back, a shuddering sigh left her throat.
“Why? Because I’m selfish and I want others to know what I’ve done to a woman to send her flying.
” Then he pinched her arse cheek, and when she squealed from surprise and the sharp pain that was oddly titillating, he chuckled.
“This is only the beginning, my dear. I hope you aren’t afraid of the dark. ”
A shiver danced down her spine and brought with it a tiny chill of worry. What have I gotten myself into.