Devil in Duke's Clothing (Royal Pains Book 1) by Nina Mason Read Free Book Online Page B

her. If he stayed where he was, he’d penetrate her too soon and spoil everything.
    He pushed up on his arms and extracted his hair from her grip.
    “Where are you going?”
    “Lower. You feel too good.“
    He toyed with her nipples, licking and kissing each one in turn, before sucking one into his mouth. As he tugged on it with his lips, she moaned and reared up.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “No,” she said. “It felt heavenly.”
    Another promising sign.  
    The need to be inside her had grown torturous. He just prayed he’d not climax the moment he submerged into her lush depths.
    Continuing his southward migration, he planted tender kisses down her ribs and belly before sliding his body lower. When he encountered the footboard, he lifted her thighs on his shoulders and pushed her upward toward the pillows. Once she’d settled, he ran his tongue along the line of her pubic hair before pressing his lips against her curls. The tempting tang of her juices made his mouth water for a taste. Moving lower, he set his hands on the silken flesh of her inner thighs and twirled the rigid tip of his tongue against her sweet spot.
    Her head came up. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
    He lifted his gaze, but kept his mouth behind her bush to hide his smile. “Aye, lass. Now lie back and let me show you how wickedly good sexual pleasure can be.”
    Returning to his task, he licked, kissed, and suckled the warm, smooth flesh of her vulva whilst relishing its savory fragrance and flavor. Her fingers were back in his hair, twining and pulling. He liked her ardor, her wee noises of pleasure, and her rapid breathing. Mostly, though, he liked knowing no man had been here before him. She was his and his alone to have and to hold from this night forward.
    Unless and until— Nay! He would not borrow trouble from the future. Naught could be gained by fretting over what may or may not come to pass. What was done, was done. He would face the consequences if and when he was called to account for his defiance.
    He swept his tongue to her entrance and lapped up her juices. Oh, aye. She was ready to be claimed, but first things first. He returned to her bud, closed his lips around the swollen flesh, and gently sucked whilst moving his tongue against the core. Under him, she tensed and twitched as he brought her to orgasm.
    “Oh, Robert.”
    He glanced up to see her eyes wide and almost frightened. Her body was as taut as a harp string and her face conveyed a mixture of pleasure and surprise.
    “What did you just do to me?”
    He grinned at her. “I thought you’d given yourself orgasms.”
    “Not like that, I haven’t.”
    He laughed. “‘Tis even better when my cock’s in you—though perhaps not the first time or two.“
    She sighed and lay back. “Better is difficult to imagine.”
    He slid a finger inside her vagina to test her tightness. He was no Goliath, but he certainly had enough to cause her pain. She was taut, but also good and slippery. He eased the finger deeper, then added another. She squirmed a wee bit in response.
    “Does that hurt you?”
    “It does not quite hurt,” she said, wrinkling her nose, “but neither does it feel pleasant.”
    “My cock will be worse, but I’ve done all I can to mitigate your discomfort.”
    He eased his fingers out of her, pushed up on his arms, and walked up her body on his hands. Anticipation licked at his cods as he positioned his hips betwixt her thighs.
    “I’m going to take you now.” He gritted his teeth against the urge to bury himself to the hilt. “If it hurts too much, tell me so and I shall stop—even if it kills me, which it very well may.”
    She smiled, but with fear in her eyes. He’d rather see love there—would he ever? Maybe in time. For now, he’d settle for trust and tenderness. From the compost of those two things, love could take root and grow.
    First, however, he’d have to reverse the convent’s programming. Sex—even off-color sex—betwixt a