Page 53 of My Cruel Duke

“Rhysand, we are outside!” She broke the kiss.

“Indeed, we are. Would you like to go in with me?” Penny nodded and he carried her in his arms.

“Rhysand! Put me down, the staff are watching.”

“I shall not let these precious legs that have learned to float touch the mere ground.”

Penny laughed sweetly, but Rhysand carried her all the way to his bedroom where he spread her legs on his bed, with a smile.

“And now I must treat you for a job well done…” He stood over her, bracketing his thighs with both sides of hers.

“You are so strong…” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“So beautiful…” A kiss on her cheek.

“And all mine.” Then his lips overtook hers, sending shivers of desire racing through her.

“Oh, Rhysand,” Penny whispered against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Rhysand smiled against her lips and slowly unclasped her arms from around his neck and backed, earning him a whimper of disapproval.

His fingers worked the buttons and stays of her wet dress until she was in nothing but her undergarments. Rhysand’s breath grew ragged as his eyes came down on her tiny frame.

“Are you well?” Penny asked, and if it was possible, Rhysand grew more aroused. His hardness straining against his breeches was proof.

“I am finding it difficult to keep myself from ravishing you, Sunshine,” he replied with a little shake of his head.

“Then ravish me,”That bold tongue! Rhysand thought as he hoisted up the skirt of her undergarments, revealing the sweet flesh he could not seem to get enough of.

Rhysand’s hands reached for the apex of her thighs and he squeezed the sensitive skin there before slowly easing down on her.

His fingers stroked her, sending her into a shiver of ecstasy.

“You are so ready for me,” he declared in amusement, as though it was a new finding.

One hand touched the damp curls that gathered around her cleft, pulling on them slightly before returning his fingers to her.

“While I desperately want to pleasure you this way, I am set back by my desire to have your taste on my tongue,” Rhysand declared.

Penny gasped at his declaration and licked her lips, and with a slight nod, Rhysand went down on her.

His tongue tantalized and teased her, working her open and driving her wild. It seemed it was also a treat for him.

He loved the taste of her, and he drowned in it.

Penny’s thighs clamped around his head, writhing against his tongue, lost to pleasure.

Then Rhysand swapped his tongue with his fingers, which he curved to stroke her deep and slow. Penny’s breaths came in soft pants as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but Rhysand had only just begun.

His fingers quickly found the swells of her breasts, teasing her hard nubs through the fabric that clothed them.

“Oh, God!” Rhysand breathed as he peeled the fabric off her, exposing her bountiful breasts. He had not seen anything quite like it–he had not seen anything quite like the woman beneath him.

Penelope’s breasts thrust invitingly toward his mouth, and he nuzzled at them, savagely licking and sucking at the hardened tips. She parted her lips, but no sound emerged from it, and he smiled, absolutely loving the way she reacted to him.

“Rhysand!” she finally moaned, cradling his head as he bit her on her sweet, sensitive nubs.

Then he came up to her, reclaiming her lips.