Addicted to the Duke (Imperfect Lords #1)(64)

Her little cries were begging him to take her. To her despair, he held back—teasing her and making her beg. “I want you,” she gasped. “Deep inside me, please.”

“The thought of you has tortured me for years. Now it’s my turn to torture you with pleasure,” he growled. With that his hands slipped under her bottom and tilted her up, and his mouth fastened on her.

Hestia lost all reason. She lost the ability to think; the world slipped away as his tongue, teeth, and lips consumed her. Just when she thought she could not stand the pleasure any longer, he lifted her legs, one after the other, and rested them on his shoulders.

His head moved between her thighs once more and her eyes rolled back in her head. She loved the intimacy of the moment. He loved her with his mouth and she fell to pieces. Hestia offered herself to him, writhing under his tongue, while he held her thighs apart, holding her open for his passionate assault.

The moment was more than she’d thought possible. He appeared to want to devour her, when for the last four years he’d tried to ignore her. She hoped that when she awoke in the morning, she would not find this night was a dream.

This was always where she’d wanted to be—in his bed and in his arms. Heaven.

He did not disappoint either. The tales of his skill at giving pleasure were not exaggerated. Crouched between her thighs like an untamed beast, he lavished her with wild yet possessive loving. Never had she been the sole focus of so much care and attention. Her body, particularly her heart, bloomed under his sensual ministrations.

His hot, wet tongue flicked over the tight knot of her sex as he pushed two fingers inside her. She bucked and cried out, the sensations almost too much. It was not the pleasure that overwhelmed, but the maelstrom of emotions he ignited deep within her.

Hestia loved this man madly, deeply, and the warmth of her love consumed her as much as the pleasure she was receiving. If she could own this man’s heart…what a prize that would be.

Soon his mouth replaced his fingers, and as his tongue probed deeply, sensations stormed through her body, rapidly sending her over the edge as her climax exploded and consumed her. Her body shuddered as contractions rippled through her in luxurious waves.

Before she’d even managed to steady her ragged breath, a hot trail of kisses moved up her body, setting her sensitized skin on fire once again. Her eyes could not focus as his mouth suckled her breast, but her hands went searching. She had to touch him. Feel him.

While he continued to shower her body with sensations, her hands wandered over his shoulders, sliding down his wide back, passing his narrow waist to grip his buttocks, unconsciously pulling him closer.

With a husky laugh Alex fitted himself to her body and slowly, exquisitely, pushed deep. Inhibitions fled and Hestia tucked one leg around his waist, conscious of his wounded side, while allowing her hands to roam over his back. The size of the man claiming her thrilled her more than anything she’d experienced in her life. He felt enormous and wonderful inside her, filling her, stealing her breath. Her heart he already had.

She was overcome with the knowledge that tonight he knew what he was doing, that he was not dreaming this time, that he chose her, that he’d come to her, wanting her…She squeezed her eyes shut, hugging the emotion as tightly as she hugged him with her body.

He was still moving deep within her but far too slowly for her liking. She couldn’t muster her senses to complain. Her hips rose, demanding he quicken his pace.

All that did was see him bury himself deep and stop. His lips trailed up the side of her neck to nibble on her ear. “I want to savor every moment with you, so relax and let yourself enjoy my attentions.”

She moaned. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. I just want to be closer…”

He brushed her closed eyelids with his lips. “Then why are you missing the event? Open your eyes and watch as we become one in our pleasure.”

She opened her eyelids to see Alex’s handsomely rugged face looking at her with such tenderness her vision grew blurry.

Holding her gaze he began to move again. Slowly at first, and she harnessed her impatience and rode through the fading echo of her climax. Gradually his thrusts became more powerful, faster, harder until finally he slipped his hands under her bottom and tilted her up to meet him while pushing her thighs wide.

It opened her fully to him, and the sensations, those lovely quivering sensations, began to rise again. He thrust harder, deeper, and before her orgasm hit for a second time, his fingers cupped her chin and she had to look deep into his eyes as she climaxed.

She held nothing back. This was for him. She showed him what was in her heart even while she was too scared to voice the words I love you. She loved him and always would. There would never be anyone else but him.

He recognized her message and his eyes stared back, his gaze turbulent with passion. “God you’re so beautiful when you come for me. With me…” he whispered as his thrusts suddenly grew frantic.

She clung to him, watching the sweat glistening on his skin as he thrust faster and faster, until with a deep cry verging on a roar, he came with a reverberating shudder. For an endless moment he hung above her, buried deep within her, their eyes locked, before Alex collapsed on her in a glorious tangle of limbs.

He buried his head in her shoulder and gathered her close. “Perfect. So bloody perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp skin.