Page 72 of Stolen and Seduced By the Duke

Pierce stopped touching her. He stepped around and faced her. Before she knew it he was on his knees before her.

"Pierce, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Trust me," he smirked.

She waited a moment.

What is he doing? I do not want him to stop… but am I ready for things to go too far?

She nodded her head. "Alright."

He pushed her nightshift up her legs until it sat on her hips. Pierce released a lustful breath as he looked at her. "You are perfect."

His hands pressed into her milky thighs. He moved his head between them. She inhaled a sharp breath, unsure of what was happening.

Then she felt soft kisses on her sacred place. Now she understood what he had meant.

I should stop him. This is too much. He will think I am wanton.

But she did not stop him. Instead, she found herself pushing her fingers into his dark hair.

He moaned. His voice thick with lust. Suddenly she felt his tongue press against her rose bud.

"Oh." She jolted up. He stopped.

"Relax." He said.

She obeyed and relaxed. His tongue flicked back and forth over her sensitive spot. Margaret opened her thighs wider. She lifted her foot and placed it against his thigh. His hand wrapped around her ankle.

She felt thrilled. Like the Goddess Flora, free and lush and desirable.

After a few moments, she could not hold on any longer. He brought her to the brink. She moaned louder.

"Pierce. Oh… Oh, I’m losing myself. Please do not stop."

With those words, she released. Pierce received her with a lustful groan.

When he finally stopped, he stood up and looked at her. Margaret, still feeling pleasantly languid as tremors moved through her, asked, "How can I return the favour?" she asked.

Pierce raised an eyebrow. "You wish to pleasure me?"

"I said I wished to return the favor." She gave him a pointed look.

"I am not sure you are ready for that," he said.

"You still try to tell me what I can and cannot do?" With that, she leaned forward and placed her hand on his trousers. Her eyes grew wide with astonishment.

"Oh. I was not expecting that."

Pierce laughed. "Yes, that is what you do to me, Duchess."

His smile became distinctly roguish. "Very well."

He placed his hand on top of hers. Pierce guided her fingers gently, showing her where to press and how to move in slow circles.

"Like that," he murmured. "Gently."

She followed his instruction, surprised by the warmth beneath her palms and the quiet intimacy of the moment.