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Duncan realized what he risked by sneaking down the hallway to Selina’s bedchamber. But he needed to see her.
He’d tried to reach her through the secret passageway, but found it locked from the outside. If his uncle thought a simple lock would stop him from his pursuit of Selina, he was sorely mistaken. He eased her door open and slipped inside. He wasn’t as drunk as Lucas was. His cousin had drunk more than half the bottle. Duncan had just watched him, wanting to still have his wits about him so he could pay Selina a visit. A visit spent with many hours of loving her.
Selina never stirred, and he realized she slept deeply. He should let her rest, but he was too selfish to do so. He found a chair and tipped it under the doorknob to prevent anyone from walking in on them. Then he stripped his clothes and slid under the covers, pulling her into his arms. She mumbled, but kept on sleeping. Selina snuggled into him, and he realized he would have the pleasure of waking her up with his kisses. His caresses would awaken her from her deep sleep, and the desire he couldn’t fulfill this afternoon would take hold.
He rolled her over and peeled her nightgown off her body. While most innocent maidens wore prim and proper garments, his lovely Selina wore scandalous gowns a mistress would wear. He wondered how she could purchase such nightwear. Duncan, however, was more than grateful for the sensuous garments. They cried sin, and Duncan was more than willing to do the garment justice. Perhaps another night he would enjoy it and let her keep it on while he brought them both to heights of pleasure.
Tonight, he only wanted to gaze upon her lush curves and savor the silkiness of her skin with his kisses.
He laid on his side, his fingers lightly caressing her. His thumb brushed across her nipple, and he watched it harden from his simple touch. A soft moan whispered across Selina’s lips. He bent his head, drawing the bud between his lips, and suckled it gently. His tongue flicked back and forth, savoring the sweetness. He cupped her breast. The full weight nestled in his grip, and he squeezed it tenderly and sucked her nipple harder. Selina arched her chest closer and whimpered. Duncan opened his eyes, looking up to see her lids remained closed, her body answering its needs all on its own.
His mouth continued its assault, loving her breasts while his hand continued the path along the length of her body. Lightly touching. Teasing. Her body reacted to his touch, shifting to where she thought he might caress her next. Duncan didn’t disappoint her. No point on her body went neglected. He brushed across her curls, and a sensual moan echoed around the room. When his fingers glided into her wetness, he released his own moan of pleasure. Christ, she was soaked. He pulled his hand away, noticing the glistening dew, and his cock grew harder, demanding its release.
Selina whimpered at the absence of his touch, and he returned his hand, stroking her body to a feverish height, surely to awaken her. Still, she slept and never spoke his name. Before he continued, he wanted her awake and calling his name in the throes of passion. His caresses stopped, and he waited.
“Selina, love,” Duncan whispered.
“Mmm.”
“Open your eyes.”
Selina hovered on the edge of consciousness, refusing to wake from the dream where Duncan worshipped her body. Even though he teased her with his soft touch, he made her ache for him to claim her as his. Still, his kisses kept Selina from opening her eyes. She arched her body, taking pleasure at how he sucked, nipped, and licked her breasts. If only it were real. She needed Duncan to possess her soul again. The dream was bittersweet, but achingly so.
His whisper plea begged her to open her eyes. She could never deny him, even if she wanted to. No, Duncan Forrester controlled her heart and soul and would do so forever. She wondered if she followed his demand, would her dream fade away or become a reality? Selina realized it was already fading away when his touch halted. She wanted to cry from the loss. Her eyes fluttered open, waiting for the anguish to become a reality.
However, she found Duncan staring intently at her with a passion her body craved for him to fulfill. It hadn’t been a dream, after all. All along, her body responded to having its need satisfied by the man of her dreams. He had stroked her every sense, awakening her with his soft touches and gentle kisses. Once her gaze met his, he slid his fingers inside her. At her gasp, his lips claimed her, drawing out her need with each stroke of his tongue against hers. With each kiss he strung from her lips, his fingers demanded her capitulation with its relentless pursuit of her release.
“Surrender yourself and come fully awake, Duchess. I am here for you,” Duncan whispered as his fingers plunged inside her, his thumb stroking across her clit. His spoken declaration heightened her need to unravel in his embrace. Selina answered his request by clinging to him and pulling his head down to scream her pleasure into his kiss.
Selina unraveled under his touch and fell apart in his embrace. Her body, once strung tightly with need, softened underneath him. Her kisses turned slower and softer. Her hands started their own travel over his body. Duncan responded to her touch. His body had never received a touch so gentle before. He savored her attention, aching for it to never stop.
Selina’s release only made Duncan hunger for more. He needed to savor her sweetness this night. He craved the succulent delicacy. While his touch had started out gentle, his need ate away at him for release. He wouldn’t find satisfaction until Selina was his in every manner this evening. His hunger grew, needing to be fulfilled. His caress turned more passionate, his kisses more demanding. Selina responded in kind, answering his need with her own.
She knew the exact moment when Duncan’s mood shifted. His hunger became more demanding with each bold stroke. While his lips devoured her body with kiss after kiss, they each struck their own spark to the flames of their desire. His need to possess her rang clear when his tongue pressed against her wetness. Her own body opened to his possession by wrapping herself around him. She lost control with each flick of his tongue. Each stroke of his finger. Each time he drank from her wetness he moaned his pleasure. His scandalous words whispered for her to unleash her passion on his lips.
Selina needed to touch him. Any part of him while he devoured her. Her fingers clutched his hair, pulling his head closer to her core. She rotated her hips to give him better access to pleasuring her. Her body rocked to each thrust of his tongue. She gave into Duncan’s immense hold of her senses. Selina lost herself to the insanity and succumbed to the madness of his loving.
Nothing had ever tasted as sweet as Selina on his tongue. He breathed in her very essence as he claimed her. With each caress, she fed him with her need. Until his last dying breath, he would never find satisfaction and would hunger for another taste of her. Her fingers gripped his head and guided him to satisfy her need, her body moving in time with him. His fingers dug into her buttocks as he devoured her. Each time she hit her climax, her pleasure vibrated on his tongue. Still, it wasn’t enough for him. It would never be enough. He drank from her until his body demanded its release.
He rose above her and slid inside her with one deep thrust. Each thrust went deeper and harder than the one before, answering his body’s demands. She belonged with him and no other. His desperation clung to their lovemaking. He could not lose her.
Once again, Duncan’s lovemaking shifted to one Selina herself felt. Each stroke declared how fragile their connection held itself together and how close they were to losing it. Selina wrapped herself closer to Duncan, matching his desperate need with her own. She would soon lose him and give herself to another. But in her selfishness, she kept allowing him to make love to her. It only made her more desperate to reach the pleasure they both needed to ease the ache consuming them.
Selina pressed her hips into Duncan’s and swiveled them. She gasped at how the intimate contact pressed him deeper inside and built her need more fiercely. She raked her fingernails down his back when his strokes grew faster.
Selina struck her claws on him, causing Duncan to lose control. Her nipples scraped across his chest, and her hips made demands he so willingly complied with. Selina had wrapped herself around him and clung like a vine, making him believe in their love. Only an illusion to fool him in this heartbreaking beat of time.
“Selina, I ...”
Selina pressed her finger against his lips. “Shh. Only love me during this precious time we stole. No more right now. My heart cannot handle it. Only love me.”
Duncan nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The sadness in her voice kept him from declaring his love. He answered the need in her by fulfilling her request. He loved her. His body declared the love he held for her by sending them into eternal bliss.
Selina floated from Duncan’s lovemaking. He clasped her in his embrace and kept placing kisses on her head while his hands softly caressed her body, bringing her down from a high she had never felt before. He never spoke a word, only holding and loving her throughout the night. She only closed her eyes again when he dressed and stole from her bedroom in the early morning before dawn. His lovemaking throughout the night was gentle and unforgettable. Whenever she tried to speak, he only repeated her actions, holding a finger to her lips and shaking his head. When he left without a kiss, it was then Selina understood the depth of her selfish actions and the heartache it would leave in its destruction.
The sadness in his eyes reflected her own.