Page 37 of My Cruel Duke

His hands slipped up her arms, guiding her robe down slowly, exposing her soft flesh, while his lips still assaulted her neck from behind. The fabric fell flush at her feet and then he spun her around to face him.

“I have waited for way too long to do this.” His fingers took the straps of her nightdress and pulled it down, following the robe. Penny’s entire body flushed but she did not back away from him. She took there, watching him take in her features with a hum of approval in his tone.

His fingers clamped over her trembling face and slowly guided his lips to hers. The moment their lips touched, Penny felt a strike of electric current shoot through her entire body, igniting her to life. She responded immediately, going over his lips the way he had hers the last time.

Rhysand’s lips stretched against hers, and a swell of pride welled up in the pit of her stomach. His fingers began roaming about the streets of her body, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.

Rhysand took camp there. These breasts had haunted him, the memories of them pressed against his chest multiple times flooded his mind, and now he had them in his hands. He squeezed, earning him a whimper from Penelope that did nothing but harden him even more.

He was so hard for her that it hurt. If only he could just whip her around and sink his entire length into her hot and wet folds. Lord. If only.

“Get on all fours on the bed,” he ordered and Penelope obeyed instantly.What a view.

Her pink flesh glistened with readiness for him, and he fought for control. He could just take her right now, but he had plans. She was right when she claimed they needed to plan better, but that did not mean he could not give her a taste of the pleasure that awaited her. In hurried movement, he took off all his clothes and his cock sprung to life. Curved to fit right into her.

He inched closer to her and with the head of his cock, he teased her opening, rubbing his pre-released there.

She sucked in an aware breath. He smiled.

He dipped two fingers into his mouth, wetting them with saliva before parting her legs wider and softly spanking her opening.

The pleasure that came with the pain only made Penny moan breathlessly.

“You are so damn soft.” She colored at his use of the foul word but anticipated more, and more he stroked her until she was soaked with pleasure.

“Come sit on my face.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. Come sit on my face. I want to know if your soaked quim tastes as sweet as the rest of you.”

“B-but that is not–”

Was it a prank? Was it some sort of a test? If it was, Penny would take him up on the challenge, to show him that though she knew nothing, she would never back away from an open challenge.

Rhysand rested his head on the bed in waiting, and a light appeared in his eyes when she approached him. Reluctantly, she put one leg over the other side of his body, and stilled, waiting for him to tell her it was a prank, but he said nothing.

“Higher, Sunshine,” the impatience in his voice tugged at her mind, but before she could make a move, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her up himself. Penny released a surprised gasp as his tongue touched her core.

“My God, you taste even better, Sunshine,” Rhysand said after the first lick that sent a jolt up and down Penny’s spine. How scandalous was this?

His tongue flicked her in places she knew nothing about, and a sweet sensation spread about her body, then his tongue found a sitting, and with little thrusts, she felt a buildup at the pit of her stomach.

“Oh,” she breathed. “Rhysand, this is–” Her fingers sank into his hair, tugging at the roots, as she swallowed her words, focusing on the flicker of his tongue on her sex. Her curled toes and harder grips were a clear indication that Penelope was close to climax. Despite knowing this, Rhysand flicked her nub faster until he could feel her squirm in his arms and hear her sensual cries in his ears.

“That’s it, Sunshine. Let it all go. Come for me.”

If she was not ready to let him bed her, he could wait, Rhysand told himself, he could wait until she came to him herself.

Chapter19

“Ido not want to overwhelm you,” Rhysand claimed with a breathy voice filled with the desire they had just shared. Not even her whimpers could change his mind.

He had gotten up and stared at her with eyes that told her he did not want to leave, but something was holding him back. He picked up his clothes from the floor and wore them, but not once did his eyes leave hers.

“Do not look at me like that,” he had even scolded when she batted her lashes at him. There was no ulterior motive behind it, but he had stilled for a few seconds before speaking. When he was all dressed up, Rhysand approached her on the bed, helped her back into her night dress, tucked her into the heavy duvet, and before he left, placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Penny found she was content with all they did last night. That was a blatant lie. Penny was far from satiated. She craved more of those hot, wet kisses Rhysand awarded her with. She needed more of his fingers trailing every inch of her body, his tongue on her center.