Page 101 of The Duke's Virgin
“It’s not. Just answer…do youwantto be married to me?”
She blinked and nodded. “Yes. I do.”
“Then sayyes…and trust me.”
A tear slid down her cheek. “Yes.”
Relief unlike anything I’d known crashed through me, and I caught her in my arms, hauling her against me. I kissed her roughly, need clawing, but before it took over, I pulled back and tugged the ring from the box. “Here. I want you wearing this. I want the world to know.”
Her hand shook as I slid the ring into place.
“It fits,” she murmured.
“Yes.” Dropping the box, I pulled her against me and took her mouth again. “Let me have you, Stacia. For fuck’s sake. Let me have you.”
She didn’t answer out loud.
But when I pushed her skirt up, she didn’t resist, her thighs parting for me as I skimmed my fingers along her soft skin. The skirt was long and full, reaching the ground, and I was impatient, working the excess material upward until it was in a tangle around her waist. “Lay down for me,” I said. “I want to taste you.”
A whimper escaped her, and she sagged backward onto her elbows, watching me.
That just made the need more intense. Mouth watering, I stripped her panties away and shoved them into my pocket. Holding her gaze, I lowered my head and pressed my mouth to her cunt.
She jolted, then cried out, head falling back so that the long, supple line of her throat was exposed.
I licked her, opening her from bottom to top, then flicked my tongue against her clit. It was already engorged, so swollen she jerked at that light touch. I wanted more—needed it.
Shifting slightly, I maneuvered so I could push two fingers into her pussy, curling them.
She moaned and fell back completely onto the padded cushions beneath her.
Devouring her, I worked her to the edge, but just as she was ready to come, I stopped.
She groaned, staring at me, but the noise was trapped in her throat part way as I stood and dragged my zipper down, watching her. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Stacia licked her lips. “Okay.”
“I don’t want one.”
When I grinned, her breath shuddered out of her, and it made her whole body tremble. Under the tank she wore, her nipples were tight and hard, and they looked larger too. I couldn’t wait to push her top up, see them, touch them, bite them.
“I want to feel you wet and naked around my cock. Can I?”
“You’re awfully big on asking permission today.” She lay a hand over her belly, watching me with a direct stare that somehow still held so much vulnerability. The ring on her left hand caught my attention, the sight of it filling me with possessive pride.
Mine. She said she’d bemine.
“Does that mean yes?”
She licked her lips, then nodded.
Holding her eyes, I freed myself and palmed my cock, stroking up, then down before going to my knees in front of her.
I caught her butt and pulled her to the edge of the chaise, positioning her just where I wanted her. Still watching her, I fit the head to her wet, slick folds and slowly filled her.
A sweat broke out before she’d taken all of me, and I shuddered like I had a fever. “Fuck, that’s sweet,” I whispered. As much as I wanted to rear back, then do it all over again, over and over, I didn’t, because this was too good to rush. “You’re so soft, so wet.”
She whimpered, gripping the cushion beneath and rocking her hips upward.
