Page 55 of Mad Duke March

What did he want? Her.

Beneath him. On top of him. Surrounding him.

To lose himself in her completely. To forget everything that had transpired between them. No. To forget everything.

Slowly, with a gentle touch of his fingers, he undid the sash of her dressing gown and held the edges apart, studying her form within. She was wearing a nightgown, but it was so flimsy as to be irrelevant. He could clearly make out the curvature of her body, the dark nipples, the patch of hair between her legs.

“You know what I want,” he murmured.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she slid her dressing gown off her shoulders. The nightgown followed, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely naked before him.

Gooseflesh covered her skin, and her breasts moved with her rapid breaths. His cock immediately grew hard, his heart drumming inside his chest.

“What are you doing?” he rasped.

She took a step, pressing her breasts to his chest. “What does it look like I am doing? I am doing what you want.” With that, she stood on tiptoes and kissed his neck, the only exposed part of him she could reach. Her fingers reached for the top buttons of his shirt and started nimbly undoing them. Her mouth covered every inch of newly uncovered skin until there was nowhere to go. Then she tugged his shirt open and pressed her palms to his chest.

His heart accelerated, beating wildly against her hands.

Unwilling to let her see how much her touch rattled him, he commanded gruffly, “Undo my breeches.”

Again, without skipping a beat, her hands settled on the falls of his breeches, her fingers shaking as she struggled to free him of the buttons.

Tyrone covered her hands with his. “Have you no pride?”

She looked up at him, her lips trembling, her eyes vulnerable. “Not everything is about pride, Alec. Some things are about caring for the people you l—” she shook her head. “—about comforting people you care about. Some things are about finding peace. Some things are about pleasure and passion.”

He scoffed. “So, you will sell your pride for the price of what? My peace and comfort?”

“I am not selling anything. Pride has its time and place." She slowly undid all the buttons of his breeches, and let the fabric fall away. She tugged his shirt up, revealing his abdomen and his erect cock to her view. "Sometimes it needs to be shoved aside for other feelings to take charge. When I’m with you, pride is not at the forefront of my mind."

She slowly lowered herself to her knees and circled her fingers around his cock. She raised her eyes as her hand slowly glided up and down his length. "If you think you’re degrading me or pressuring me into submission, you’re not. I choose to submit to you. I want to."

She lowered her head and pressed a kiss to the top of his cock, then licked it and circled it with her tongue.

He groaned, his hand settling on her head, his fingers sifting through her hair.

"I want to spend the night with you as much as you do, perhaps even more," she said to his cock. "I want to explore your body and kiss you the way you kissed me last night. I want to find pleasure, bliss, and peace in your arms. So, why would I let pride get in the way of all the other feelings I possess?”

He didn’t have an answer to that question. Or perhaps he did. But at that moment, his wife parted her lips and closed them around his cock. And all of his remaining thoughts disappeared from his mind.

Chapter Twenty

Seeing Emily naked, on her knees, with his cock between her lips, Tyrone let out a groan, his cock jumping from his overwhelming feelings.

She tentatively sucked on his tip, then raised her head and looked up at him.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered. “Teach me.”

The words almost tumbled him over the edge. His fingers tightened in Emily’s hair. “Take me in, mo tíogar,” he crooned. “Deeper. Yes. Just like that.”

He guided her along his cock, gently tugging on her hair and letting go. His second hand curled around her fingers at the base, squeezing, pumping his length.

“Use your tongue,” he whispered, and she immediately complied, soft whimpers leaving her throat as she gently explored his cock with her tongue, lips, and hands.

He continued urging her on, showing her exactly how to please him. She wasn’t skilled at this type of lovemaking, it was obvious. But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Her moans and whimpers, the hunger in her eyes as she glanced up at him, taunted him, dared him to give in.

He could barely contain himself. All the sensations gathered in his cock, threatening to implode. He wanted to spill right into her mouth and as she licked the ridge of his cock, he almost did.