Page 64 of Reforming the Rakish Marquess

“Oh, yes, Jude.”

“I have barely begun, my dear.”

He dropped to his knees and clasped the cheeks of her bottom with his hands, holding her in place as he teased her pearl with a single flick of his tongue.

“Please, more,” she begged.

He glanced up at her, still gripping the bedpost, her head flung back. Unable to deny her what he knew her body needed, he ran his tongue across the sensitive nub again and again. He relished the moans she released and the way she pushed herself against him, urging him to continue.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, she cried out and pushed against him. He continued to lather her sensitive pearl with his tongue until she was undulating against his face and fingers, before shaking and rocking harder against him from her orgasm. His cock throbbed and begged to be released from his breeches when he slid his tongue inside of her, tasting and drinking every drop of her release.

Coming to a stand, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She released a sweet giggle, and he hurriedly removed his boots and breeches while she watched him, licking her lips.

He crawled onto the bed and settled between her legs. Slowly removing the stocking from her right leg, he kissed the inside of her thigh as he slid it off with agonizing slowness. He did the same with the left leg, and she shivered from his touch. He wanted her, needed her, but he wanted her to know that their coupling was different than before. It was more than physical pleasure. He was making love to her, experiencing a closeness he never had with anyone else. He was giving her all of him, the truest version of himself.

“Jude, please. I need you.”

He leaned over her and brushed his lips against hers.

“I need you, too,” he whispered hoarsely.

She wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him closer to her, and he slid his thick cock deep into her heated core.

“You feel so good, Juliana. I never knew I could need another person so much,” he said, slowly pulling out before thrusting himself in again.

She gripped him tighter each time he did so, and her core clenched around his shaft.

“Yes, Jude,” she moaned into his neck.

She wrapped her legs around him, and he pushed inside of her as deep as he could with each slow thrust.

He maintained a slow rhythm to his movements while he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. When she gasped, he lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth. Giving equal attention to each breast, he suckled her tight buds one at a time. Her hands shot to his hair, guiding his movements and holding him in place. He smiled against her nipple, relishing how much she enjoyed what he was doing, and how her skin was the sweetest treat he’d ever tasted.

Thrusting into her again, he kissed along her shoulder and neck until he reached her ear. He nibbled her lobe before whispering in her ear, “Come for me, beautiful.”

She moaned and turned her head to face him, and he caught her gaze. She looked at him with more love and adoration than he had ever experienced in his entire life, and he fought the emotion building within himself. He took her lips with his, then massaged his tongue with her own.

Her body stilled, and her core constricted around his cock. She cried out his name, and he continued with slow, powerful thrusts until her moans slowed.

He pulled out of her just barely in time and spilled his seed on her stomach. He wanted nothing more than to experience the sensation of coming inside of her and truly making her his, but he needed to ask her first.

He had to ask her to marry him, and if she accepted him, it could not be because she feared the outcome of their coupling. More than anything, he wished for her to choose him, just as he had chosen her.

Juliana said she loved him, and he fought to keep from wearing a goofy schoolboy grin from the words. If he were honest with himself, he would admit that all he had ever wished for was to have someone truly love him. He’d questioned whether he had the capability for the emotion until Juliana. He finally understood what his friends had experienced with their wives and how it drove them to distraction.

Climbing off of bed, he grabbed a cloth from her wash basin, dampened it, and used it to clean her stomach.

“You were right,” she said as he finished removing the evidence of their coupling.

He tilted his head, contemplating her words. “Well, I shan’t tire of hearing so, but what was I right about?”

He tossed the cloth to the side and climbed back beside her, pulling her into his arms.

“Making love is different.”

He kissed her brow.

“Different bad or different good?” he asked.