The Duke and I: A Forever Yours Novella

by Reid, Stacy

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  Emma walked slightly ahead of him. A siren, her hips swaying with a natural temptation that had his cock flexing painfully. He was going to make love to her. He knew with every fiber of his soul, he would not turn her away. Not after craving her for ten years. He did not like the painful knot in his gut, the ache in his chest. It was obvious Emma never intended for their upcoming night to be revealed. He understood why she hid behind the mask, but it still ravaged him to know she would come to him in pretense.

  “Here we are,” he murmured, twisted the knob, and the door swung open silently.

  She swallowed, lifted her chin and swept inside. Dark midnight-blue eyes, nearly black, had seemed overlarge in her pale face. Something inside him clenched at the sight of her obviously pale face beneath the painted mask. Her eyes were wide pools of lust, and was this now apprehension? She was such a contradiction, swallowed up with apparent nerves, then giving him a yearning look, full of innocent desire.

  In a bid to give her another chance to leave he spoke, “We can talk, you don’t have to—”

  She stole the rest of the words from his lips in a bold and aggressive kiss that had his heart jerking. She possessed a wide, soft, voluptuous mouth and she used it to seduce him with tender licks and nips. Amusement curled though him at the thought he had to be seduced. His tongue met hers, and they dueled together in a kiss unlike any he’d ever had before.

  His hand moved slowly, then his fingers cupping the curve of her cheek, his thumb smoothing over her lips. Elliot knew it to be a grave mistake the second his lips claimed Emma’s. He licked slowly across the parted seam of her mouth. Then he kissed her, hard and deep. The taste of her hit his system, hot and intoxicating, making him drunk with need and desire for her.

  He was ruined for all other women.

  She pulled her lips from his panting. He fought to reason around the lust firing his brain. He wanted her underneath him with a ferocity that appalled him. He glanced at her, probing for fear. Her eyes were large, heavily lashed, still drowsy with arousal, all uncertainty had fled.

  He kissed her. She moaned, and he drank in her languid sighs, greedy for more. He kept kissing her as he undressed her. No more talking and no more hesitation. He didn’t want to give her any time to change her mind. She’d had enough chances.

  He peeled down her gown revealing exquisite breasts, lush and full. He could almost feel them in his hands, in his mouth. He stepped back, running his gaze over her body. A blush ran down her cheeks to her neck and reddened her pale skin. She was gorgeous. His hands inched up her thighs, gently over her tiny waist where the muscles were quivering. Her skin was soft and inviting. Too damn inviting. Dark cravings ate at him even though he’d threatened to ruin her sensibilities He wouldn’t. This was Emma. She wanted a night of loving. He couldn’t take her with the roughness and the hint of forbidden she had responded to. But God, he wanted to.

  “Undress for me,” he ordered. Elliot controlled his wince. A part of him was still trying to warn her from him. He waited for her reaction to his command, muscles tense, and his heart jerking too damn fast.

  After the slightest of hesitation, and with confidence he’d not realized her capable of, she walked around to the side of the bed. Her movements as she removed her gown were not slow and seductive. They were brisk and to the point. He stepped deeper into the shadows to hide his smile.

  “I’ll not remove my stockings or my garters,” she said huskily, a hint of shadows in her eyes.

  And he understood, they would hide the scars.

  “As you wish,” he murmured, suddenly wishing he could take her in his arms and offer comfort.

  She bent in a perfect line, her backside arched to unbuckle delicately heeled red dancing slippers. Those sharp heels against his back would be the perfect edge of pain as he stroked into her. Stop…this is Emma, I must be tender with her. His cock throbbed in his trousers, thick and heavy, mocking his determination.

  “Leave the shoes.”

  She paused and glanced up, her eyes probing the shadows for him. She bit her lips, and he watched the expression chase across her face—probably uncertainty because of the commands, then excitement. Her excitement had his cock jerking.

  He stripped off all his clothes, his mouth watering to get a taste of her. “Turn around,” he whispered. “Remain bent over and widen your legs. I want so see those pretty folds.”

  She shivered. Then complied. Spinning in a smooth, graceful move. He waited for her to object so he could rein in the needs pumping through his blood like hot liquid.

  “Widen your legs more, clasp your ankles, and arch your back,” he rasped.

  He had to softly clear the hoarseness from his throat as she complied baring her pretty wet folds to his gaze. Would she obey all his commands without question? Was she so bold and brazen that she would ignore her delicate sensibilities, or was this her untapped sexuality, her true nature? He lowered his eyes to the pale, perfect globes of her backside, then lower. From where he stood, Elliot could see the wetness glistening on the folds of her sex, her arousal evident. Stepping from the shadows, he walked over to her, taking in the very provocative pose.

  She was perfect.

  She trembled as he trailed a finger over the globe of her buttocks down to her cleft. Her skin was like warm satin. “Beautiful,” he murmured, more aroused than he had ever been in his life.

  She was so daring, his Emma. So free, and the possibilities had him on edge more than anything else. He ran his fingers down to her wet entrance. She moaned his name as he pushed past the clenching tissue, burying two of his fingers deep in one stroke. She choked his fingers despite her wetness. “You’re so tight you’re killing me, princess.”

  “I thought you would approve,” her husky voice taunted.

  He chuckled. “I do, very much.”

  She sighed and relaxed, even more, the arch of her backside becoming more enticing.

  Elliot widened his fingers experimentally and frowned. Her channel was so damn snug he wondered if she would take him comfortably. He didn’t want her to hurt tonight unless it was the good kind. “I’ve never craved a woman as I do now. I want so very badly to work my cock into you…in this very provocative position.”

  She trembled at the explicit words and actions, her breath panting a little harder. But she did not breathe a word of protest, and lust almost drove him to his knees. Years of bottled need rushed through Elliot, filling him with a depth of craving that scared the hell out of him. She would not run from him or his desires. The surety that he could explore everything with her tonight caused a tremor to course through his body. There would be no ladylike squeamishness despite her innocence. He pressed a tender kiss above the dimple on her ass, then stepped back, fighting for control. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs wide.”

  Her lips tilted in a small smile, and it was so very arousing. The sensual curve of her mouth was beguiling and so very appealing. She climbed on the bed, lay on her back and extended slender stocking clad legs pressed together high in the air. Then with a slow grace that had his breathing strangling, Emma executed a perfect provocative split baring her pink wet quim to his gaze.

  For an endless moment, he couldn’t speak, and when he did his voice was hoarse. “Spread them wider. Hold them open if you need to.”

  She complied, and his breathing deepened. He could not take his eyes off the goddess splayed before him. Her curves were gloriously unbelievable.

  Giving in to the gnawing need to taste her, he dipped his head between her splayed legs. She cried out when he licked her slit. She twisted beneath the teasing flicks of his tongue, and his balls tightened as hot fingers of lust stroked up his spine. He sucked her pearl into his mouth. She drew in a harsh breath, then released a moan filled with need. There was no other sound in the chamber, except her soft whimpers and sighs as he licked and nibbled at her wet core. She legs collapsed to rest on his shoulders.

  “Oh God, Elliot,” she cried out, hi
ps arching into his mouth.

  She gripped his hair as he held her open under the lash of his tongue, and pleasured her with decadent greed. When he felt her start to tremble, he drew back and blew softly against her folds, eliciting a fractured moan. He pushed two fingers into her wet heat, twisting lightly, scissoring and widening her snug channel. He slid deftly between her legs and arched her hips to him. He spread her wide, draping her legs over his thighs, so he could look down and watch her take every inch of him. He parted the wet, swollen folds of her sex with his cock and very gently eased into her quivering flesh. His breath hissed from his teeth as he inched in slowly. She was exquisitely tight. She whimpered, closing her eyes as her body stretched to accept his steady penetration.

  It was pure ecstasy sinking inside of her. “Look at me, princess I want to see your eyes when I take you.” His voice was rough with arousal, and he could feel his control slipping.

  Her eyes snapped open, and though they were glazed with pleasure, he saw the discomfort. “Elliot, I…I...”

  “We’ll go easy,” he promised.

  Controlling the demands of his body, he slowly slid his cock another inch into her tightness, concentrating on her pleasure. He lowered his head, flicking his tongue across her beaded nipple, then sucking. The tips were hard, dark pink, and felt like satin in his mouth.

  She shivered, clenching on his length, and his muscles trembled at the white-hot pleasure that whipped through him. His balls screamed, and he ruthlessly ignored the urge to ride her until they were both raw and sated.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered with aching need.

  He released her nipple and rose up onto his elbow, taking her mouth with a gentleness he had not thought himself capable of at this moment. His tongue swirled, licking in the deep recess of her mouth, savoring her sweetness. His control wavered as she returned his kiss with tender greed. Her fingers twined in his hair as she held him to her, sipping, nipping, and laving his mouth with sometimes playful, then voracious kisses. Elliot eased back and smoothed his thumb over her lips. He dipped his head, claimed her lower lip and bit hard, then soothed it with soft strokes of his tongue. He groaned as she got wetter, more relaxed.

  He nudged and slid his cock into her heat another fraction. Her whimper came hard and fast against his lips, her shivers more pronounced, but her sex strained to take him deeper. He wanted to groan her name, pepper praises to her, but he had to reign it in, knowing how devastated she would have been if he made it known he was aware who he held in his arms.

  “Take me…just like that. Slow and easy.”

  Lust was burning inside his gut like acid, and his mutter was more like a growl.

  “Not slow…you don’t need to treat me gentle. I am not breakable.” She rolled her hips underneath him, a move that was so sensuous and scorching, sweat beaded on his skin.

  She pressed her lips against his ear, her voice one of carnal temptation. “Take me, Elliot…. ruin me.”

  He pushed forward, forcing her to take half his length and girth in a hard thrust. A wild cry tore from her throat. She trembled, her wet heat swallowed him, and wrapped him in sublime tightness and soothing comfort. He had never been this damned hard for a woman in his life, and he was determined to kill her with pleasure, so she would be unable to walk away.

  Not from this.

  Not from him and the possibilities.

  He did not care what he had to do to ensure their future, but secure it he would. You are mine, Emma Amelia Fitzgerald.

  Chapter 7

  Emma rode an edge of pleasure so sharp and consuming it terrified her. Impaled on Elliot’s hardness, she moaned helplessly at the fullness of his penetration. Each slow plunge which urged her to take his thick length ignited a burst of fire deep down in her stomach, but she could still feel the restraint in his touch, see it in his gaze. Knowledge suddenly welled from the depth of her beings. “Help me chase away the loneliness,” she whispered, lifting her legs to wrap around his hips, the silk of her stockings gliding smoothly over his back, the edge of her slippers pressing against his skin. “Ruin me, my darling.” Her own voice sounded strange to her.

  The savage hunger that moved in his eyes and tightened the skin over his cheek bones should have scared her. But it enthralled her. He withdrew, and he returned to the depth of her body with a swift and deep penetration, filling her with pleasure and pain. Her eyes fluttered close as she absorbed the shocking impact of his thrusts on her senses.

  “Don’t look away from me,” he groaned.

  Her lashes lifted, their gazes locked. She could get lost in his eyes. They glittered with lust and tenderness. The tenderness confused her for it hinted at familiarity, but before she could even start to think, he grinded into her with deep, powerful strokes, and she lost herself in the dominant eroticism of being taken by him.

  She gasped as he splayed her more open and thrust even deeper. The sensation of being stretched so widely was erotic. Moans and whimpers she could not prevent ripped from deep inside as she pleaded for Elliot to never stop. He arched her, dipped his head, and raked his teeth over the sensitive tip of her nipple.

  “Can you take more?” he whispered, his tone rougher than before. “Can you take me harder, deeper?”

  Her body responded violently and instinctively to the explicit promise of more. “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Sweet gorgeous woman,” he growled.

  His hips snapped harder in an unrelenting rhythm, and she sobbed, dimly aware of the hoarse cries spilling from her throat. She gripped the sheet in her fists, as the sharp edge of pleasure-pain he invited her to ride with each thrust became unbearable. Sensations gathered in her stomach, sending uncontrollable tremors through her thighs, and before her mind could process it, delightful pleasure arched through her more intense than anything she’d ever felt. Relentless waves of pleasure engulfed her entire body, and Emma came apart with a loud unexpected cry of relief.

  Three strokes later, Elliot crushed her to his chest and with a rasping groan released inside of her. He kissed her lips with a gentleness that had her heart aching. He stroked her hair, a tender gesture that made her sigh, then dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing ragged, staring into her eyes for what seemed like endless seconds. She so badly wanted to say ‘Elliot, it’s Emma.’

  “Are you well?”

  Her throat closed, and she nodded. The need for him to know that it was her had a knot of emotions choking her. Before she could do something foolish, he pulled from her and slowly withdrew his member. Her breath caught at the slight discomfort. He pushed from the bed, the flickering fire cast dancing shadows over his naked form. Elliot was so beautiful, his muscles hard and powerful.

  Even in the low light, the red blush that flushed her entire body as he took a cloth or perhaps his handkerchief and cleaned between her legs were evident. Whatever he had used was discarded on the pile of clothes scattered on the carpeted floor.

  Elliot watched her, his gaze hooded, face set in stark, sensual lines. “Are you sore?”

  She was, but Emma felt mesmerized by the carnal promise glowing from his eyes. “Why?”

  She gasped silently at the amusement that tugged at the corner of his mouth. There was a promise of wicked delights in that half smile. And God, she wanted to rise on her knees and lick the smile away, then continue down to the rippling walls of his chest and abdomen. Who knew she was the possessor of such wanton urgings.

  Golden eyes rested possessively on her face. “Weren’t you warned about what I would want from you, princess? That you would be on my cock all night long?” He answered with a drawl that had a shiver working up her spine.

  Heat curled low in the pit of her stomach, jolting her. “You did,” she said softly. She rose to her knees and sat on her haunches, watching him.

  He tugged her to him, taking her lips in the softest and sweetest kiss she had ever received. “If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the words. We can go dancing. We can do anything you want.”
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br />   She clasped his neck pulling him to her, taking his lips into a deeper kiss. “I want everything you have to give. Tonight. No regrets.”

  The slightly crooked smile he gave caused a deep flutter in her belly. “No regrets,” he murmured, smoothing his hands over her hips and down to her stocking clad legs. Her heart lurched, and she hoped he would not ask her to remove them. He lowered himself and removed the dancing slippers from her feet. He stood, rocked back on his heels, gazing down at her with a mixture of hunger and amusement that made her shiver.

  With firm but gentle hands, he turned her, so she lay on her stomach. She was acutely aware of his gaze on the hollow of her spine, the curve of her buttocks.

  He came over her like a warm, sensual blanket, coasting his hand over her buttocks and down to her sex. His finger probed, he grunted his approval, and she blushed.

  She was already shamelessly wet for him.

  He slid his hands around her hips to her derriere, then lifted her up onto her knees. Soft but firm kisses were pressed on her shoulders and down the curve of her spine.

  Her body was wet, soft, and yielding, accepting the hard length that surged deep inside, but even so, her muscles quivered to accommodate his thickness. She needed to breathe, to scream out in pleasure, but she could only whimper into the sheets at the soul searing bliss. How long he made love to her, she couldn’t possibly have known. He never stopped moving, never stopped touching her. It seemed like forever. If only she wasn’t damaged, this could indeed be forever.