Jennifer stood a little longer in the shower than she meant to, trying to work out what would happen when she stepped out and put on Duke's shirt and then.... And then what? She shuddered at the idea of putting on Duke's shirt, the idea making her feel more naked than she already was. There was an intimacy in that scenario that she didn't know how to cope with. There was already so MUCH intimacy between them that seemed so out of place. There was no denying the mutual attraction but everything between them was strangely fractured. She looked down at her body and winced at the bruises that still ached. She had avoided looking in the mirror and wasn't in any hurry to do so. What had Duke seen? How did he view her now? She closed her eyes and let herself remember as much as she could from the previous night. He had seen her naked. He had held her against his own body and he had been naked. She suddenly regretted not noticing what that looked like.
She put the soap down and let her hands trace her body.
Last night, he had never once taken the advantage he'd had. He had held her here, in the shower and forced her under the water to get warm again.
She cupped her owns breasts. Letting her fingers tug gently on her nipples.
Last night, he had ripped off her clothing and promised that no one would ever hurt her again. He had promised to punish the men who had hurt her - to kill them. And then he had wrapped her in his robe and taken her to bed.
She sent one hand lower.
Last night, he had held her close in bed. Had made sure she didn't have any head injuries and promised yet again that no one would ever hurt her again. And then he had rubbed her back until she had gone to sleep.
She bit into her lip as she touched herself. She wanted him. She wanted to know what those hands felt like when they caressed over her body with desire, passion, and intent. She wanted to feel his mouth on her and hear him promise her that he would make her come. She wanted to know that he wanted her as bad as she wanted him.
Her eyes snapped open and she turned off the water, dried herself in record time and put on his shirt. She left the bathroom like a woman on a mission and found him sitting on the wrap around couch in the state room.
He smiled as she came in.
"Feel better?"
She didn't answer him. Instead she walked up to him and before she lost her nerve she bent to kiss him. Her hands cupping his face the same as he had hers. When his mouth opened in surprise beneath hers she flicked her tongue against his and got the reaction she wanted. One of his hands cupped her cheek and the other gripped her hair, gently tilting her head back, even as he pulled her closer to him as he stood. Then he was taking over the kiss and she let him, wrapping her arms around his neck and working her fingers through the curls there. She sucked slightly on his tongue and was rewarded with one of his hands falling to her hip and dragging her closer, pressing against her so that she could feel just how he wanted her against her belly. She whimpered with the desire and need that was burning hotter and stronger inside. She couldn't help it.
Duke, however, seemed to think that she was whimpering from something else and promptly broke away from the kiss. He didn't push her away at once. He just pulled himself back slightly and stared down at her for a moment before releasing her.
"Jennifer. I'm sorry. I don't think I can..."
He wasn't sure what to say to her. He most certainly could right now. He just didn't think he could do it without making her injuries worse. Memories of her bruises filled his mind. No. He couldn't take her to bed right now and do everything he wanted to do because she was already injured and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to be as gentle as he should with her in her current state.
Tears stung her eyes. She tried to tell herself that he was probably just trying to be a gentleman still and not take advantage - but it was still rejection and it still hurt.
"You don't want me?"
The question was out before she could stop it.
"Want -?" He shook his head and scrubbed a hand across his face.
"Jennifer... I...."
"I thought you wanted me too."
There was no stopping this train wreck now. She'd never been the kind to do things by halves.
"Is it because of the bruises?"
He winced and that seemed to be an answer in the affirmative.
She blinked at the tears that were forming. Making a quick swiped with her knuckles to knock them away.
"I know that I'm not exactly... pretty... right now..."
"Not -? Damn it, Jennifer. Stop it."
She stopped talking and stared up at him. Her jaw set in that stubborn jut he had come to recognize as a displeased Jennifer not getting her way. She crossed her arms over her chest and caused the shirt to raise even higher on her thighs. For a moment he could only stare at her there. Knowing that underneath that shirt was all her. All soft-as-silk skin and that she was willing. And probably already a little wet. The thought made him growl in frustration.
"You wanna know what I want? I want to see your lips swollen from my kisses. I want to see your skin flushed from both desire and satisfaction. I want to taste you. I want to feel you writhe against my mouth and hear you scream out my name and I want to feel it on my tongue when you come. I want to lay back and watch you ride me. I want to see you take my cock inside yourself and I want to fuck you until the only name you know is mine. So, yes Jennifer. I want you. I want you so damn bad that I could come just looking at you blush from your lovely cheeks down to your pretty little toes. Now don't fucking stand there like a rejected schoolgirl while you're dressed in my shirt with nothing underneath. I have some really good reasons for not doing what I want -"
She put the soap down and let her hands trace her body.
Last night, he had never once taken the advantage he'd had. He had held her here, in the shower and forced her under the water to get warm again.
She cupped her owns breasts. Letting her fingers tug gently on her nipples.
Last night, he had ripped off her clothing and promised that no one would ever hurt her again. He had promised to punish the men who had hurt her - to kill them. And then he had wrapped her in his robe and taken her to bed.
She sent one hand lower.
Last night, he had held her close in bed. Had made sure she didn't have any head injuries and promised yet again that no one would ever hurt her again. And then he had rubbed her back until she had gone to sleep.
She bit into her lip as she touched herself. She wanted him. She wanted to know what those hands felt like when they caressed over her body with desire, passion, and intent. She wanted to feel his mouth on her and hear him promise her that he would make her come. She wanted to know that he wanted her as bad as she wanted him.
Her eyes snapped open and she turned off the water, dried herself in record time and put on his shirt. She left the bathroom like a woman on a mission and found him sitting on the wrap around couch in the state room.
He smiled as she came in.
"Feel better?"
She didn't answer him. Instead she walked up to him and before she lost her nerve she bent to kiss him. Her hands cupping his face the same as he had hers. When his mouth opened in surprise beneath hers she flicked her tongue against his and got the reaction she wanted. One of his hands cupped her cheek and the other gripped her hair, gently tilting her head back, even as he pulled her closer to him as he stood. Then he was taking over the kiss and she let him, wrapping her arms around his neck and working her fingers through the curls there. She sucked slightly on his tongue and was rewarded with one of his hands falling to her hip and dragging her closer, pressing against her so that she could feel just how he wanted her against her belly. She whimpered with the desire and need that was burning hotter and stronger inside. She couldn't help it.
Duke, however, seemed to think that she was whimpering from something else and promptly broke away from the kiss. He didn't push her away at once. He just pulled himself back slightly and stared down at her for a moment before releasing her.
"Jennifer. I'm sorry. I don't think I can..."
He wasn't sure what to say to her. He most certainly could right now. He just didn't think he could do it without making her injuries worse. Memories of her bruises filled his mind. No. He couldn't take her to bed right now and do everything he wanted to do because she was already injured and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to be as gentle as he should with her in her current state.
Tears stung her eyes. She tried to tell herself that he was probably just trying to be a gentleman still and not take advantage - but it was still rejection and it still hurt.
"You don't want me?"
The question was out before she could stop it.
"Want -?" He shook his head and scrubbed a hand across his face.
"Jennifer... I...."
"I thought you wanted me too."
There was no stopping this train wreck now. She'd never been the kind to do things by halves.
"Is it because of the bruises?"
He winced and that seemed to be an answer in the affirmative.
She blinked at the tears that were forming. Making a quick swiped with her knuckles to knock them away.
"I know that I'm not exactly... pretty... right now..."
"Not -? Damn it, Jennifer. Stop it."
She stopped talking and stared up at him. Her jaw set in that stubborn jut he had come to recognize as a displeased Jennifer not getting her way. She crossed her arms over her chest and caused the shirt to raise even higher on her thighs. For a moment he could only stare at her there. Knowing that underneath that shirt was all her. All soft-as-silk skin and that she was willing. And probably already a little wet. The thought made him growl in frustration.
"You wanna know what I want? I want to see your lips swollen from my kisses. I want to see your skin flushed from both desire and satisfaction. I want to taste you. I want to feel you writhe against my mouth and hear you scream out my name and I want to feel it on my tongue when you come. I want to lay back and watch you ride me. I want to see you take my cock inside yourself and I want to fuck you until the only name you know is mine. So, yes Jennifer. I want you. I want you so damn bad that I could come just looking at you blush from your lovely cheeks down to your pretty little toes. Now don't fucking stand there like a rejected schoolgirl while you're dressed in my shirt with nothing underneath. I have some really good reasons for not doing what I want -"
"What about what I want?" Jennifer cut in. Damn him and his eyes. She had wants too. "What if I want to kiss you until neither of us can breathe? Maybe I want you to kiss all of my skin. I want your hands on my hips to steady me when I come so hard I scream your name. I want you to like it when I scream or moan your name. I want you to like it so much that you make me do it over and over again. I want to ride you nice and slow until you're crazy from it and you take me on my back and fuck me like nothing else matters to you. I want you so much I think I might come if you just touched me right now. So don't you fucking stand there acting like you're too good to take what's offered."
Duke clenched his jaw and stared at her for a moment. Long enough for her to begin to find breathing a struggle. "Damn you, Duchess," he whispered and then she was in his arms again and his hands were cupping her face or buried in her hair while his mouth demanded everything.
Jennifer gave him everything. Kissing him back for all she was worth, while she buried her fingers in his hair and pressed her tongue back against his. Duke groaned and sucked on her wicked little tongue until she broke away gasping and he moved on to her neck.
"Why do you call me that?" She asked.
He pulled back and looked at her, still holding her head in his hands. He studied her for a moment, her beautiful face still marred from bruising and her mouth swollen, now with his kissing. Her breath was shallow and rapid and this time it was because of him. But her eyes were clear and shining with demand and desire.
"I don't know," he answered. He traced a finger over her mouth and watched spellbound as her eyes closed and her body softened and molded closer against him.
He was lying. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. The finger he traced around her mouth was tempting and promising at once. She forced her eyes open to look at him and moved her own hands to frame his face.
"Why?" She whispered again.
Duke sighed and bent to pull her earlobe into his mouth and when she moaned in response he slid his hands down her back and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around him.
"Duke?"
He drew back again to look at her and couldn't stop a smile. Watching her carefully to see if she would get it. When a shadow of recognition crossed her face he kissed her fully on the mouth again and turning, took her to bed.
When she felt her back on the mattress Jennifer sighed with relief. She had wanted this since she'd seen him really. She wanted to know how he tasted and felt. She had an inkling of why he was calling her that nickname though and she wanted to hear him say it. She felt his weight settle gently over her and his mouth moved to her neck. She shuddered and moaned again with the pleasing heat that was building but still demanded her answer.
"Tell me. Tell me why."
Instead of answering he moved to unbutton the shirt and kept kissing her until he had her nipple in his mouth and his other hand moved between her legs with his fingers teasing at the wetness that had collected there. He was absolutely driving her to distraction and she didn't really want to resist.
She laced her fingers through his hair and arched her back toward him even as she pulled him closer. When his finger entered her she gasped and parted her thighs further in invitation and anticipation. Everywhere he touched her felt hotter than it had before. And now he was giving her a tantalizing amount of pressure and friction where she wanted it most. Promising her the more she was wanting.
Duke raised his head and watched her arch her back and move for him and listened to her gasps and moans and demands for more. And she wondered why he called her Duchess when she lay there, offering herself to him and making her own demands.
"Oh, God, Duke. Yes! Just like that. Oohh.. More. More. Oh... More!"
He smiled as he bent back to her breasts, giving her all of his attention and enjoying all of the taste, texture and sounds of her.
Jennifer wanted Duke to tell her what that nickname was about, but what he was doing with his mouth right now was so much better.
Duke quickly found that if he closed his eyes, the bruises he was kissing were easily forgotten and he could simply taste, smell, and hear her. She smelled like a combination of his soap and her skin and he found the combination to be a powerful aphrodisiac. He kissed down her stomach, the skin smooth and sweet; her sighs and undulating testing his control. He brushed kisses on her thighs and felt the skin quiver beneath him.
"You like that, Duchess?"
He sucked lightly at her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to where his fingers were still teasing her. Her hips bucked off the bed and she growled in frustration.
"Damn it, Duke! Stop teasing me!"
He laughed as he moved to flick his tongue over her clit, curling his fingers inside her as he did so. In response, she changed her grip in his hair and pulled him closer. Duke obliged. Musing that when his Duchess wanted something, she was going to be getting it. So he gave it to her. He latched on and sucked hard, even as he thrust harder into her with his fingers, kneaded her breasts with his other hand and had her undone within moments. When she arched off the bed and screamed his name out, he growled against her even as he crossed his arm across her hips to press her back down. He kept his tongue pressed against her clit and withdrew his fingers, using both hands to steady her as he brought her down easy. When her gasping abated, he rose back over her and dragged his tongue along the outer shell of her ear.
"You taste so good, Jennifer. You know that?" He kissed his way down and back up her neck. Gently tonguing at the sheen of sweat that had broke out across her skin and murmuring praise to her. "You're right, Duchess. I want to hear you scream my name over and over again. And I'm going to make you do it until you can't anymore."
He kissed her again, hard; and gathered her into his arms to roll over with her.
"Come on, Duchess," he urged when she was poised over him, her breasts still pressed against him and her breath panting in his ear. "Show me how you ride."
She did. Jennifer braced her hands on his chest and rose up onto her knees; flexing her thighs to lift herself and circling her hips as she lowered down onto him - slowly - watching him as she did. She could get used to seeing Duke like that. His eyes were so dark, she didn't think they could be called brown anymore and. His teeth were bared in a snarl and he was watching where they joined. He was watching with a look of raw hunger and demand even as he let her set the pace, his grasp firm on her hips. She shuddered slightly when she sank all the way down onto him, fully impaled by him, and her eyes closed with the ecstasy of it.
She re-opened her eyes to watch him as she began to move. Setting a pace that was almost agonizingly too slow for the both of them. He was watching where they were joined, his eyes flickering up to her face and back down, his jaw clenched and his lips peeling away from his teeth in a snarl as she refused to speed her rhythm. Instead, she smiled wickedly at him, showing him that she was enjoying her power.
She had been telling the truth when she said that she wanted to drive him crazy, and he very nearly was. Her hips were clenched in his fingers and he was struggling to be mindful to not inflict any further bruising on her and to keep himself from taking control back and holding her down while he bucked up into her or throwing her onto her back again and doing what he had said he wanted to do to begin with. She was smiling though. She knew what she was doing and was daring him to do it. If it was a game of control she wanted to play, he thought with a sudden rush of blood and lust, he would show her who was the master of the game.
He changed his grasp by moving one had to grasp the hair at the back at her head and wrapped the other arm around her waist, holding her in place while he took control back.
Jennifer nearly lost it when she saw his abdomen and chest muscles ripple as he sat up to kiss her hard and growl -yes, growl- in her ear.
"Is this what you wanted? Hm? You wanted me crazy for you? You wanted me to... what did you say, take you on your back and fuck you like nothing else matters?"
She might have come up with something better to say than just moaning his name if he hadn't been doing something that she was pretty sure was illegal in most of the states before twisting them around and laying her back down.
He withdrew and rocked back into her so hard her teeth rattled.
"What my Duchess wants, she gets," he whispered into her ear before giving her everything she wanted and more.
Much later, when it was dark out and he was awaking to the welcome sensation of having her limbs tangled with his Duke couldn't suppress a smirk at the notion that she remembered God's as well as his own. He wouldn't hold a grudge. At least, not about that.
She laced her fingers through his hair and arched her back toward him even as she pulled him closer. When his finger entered her she gasped and parted her thighs further in invitation and anticipation. Everywhere he touched her felt hotter than it had before. And now he was giving her a tantalizing amount of pressure and friction where she wanted it most. Promising her the more she was wanting.
Duke raised his head and watched her arch her back and move for him and listened to her gasps and moans and demands for more. And she wondered why he called her Duchess when she lay there, offering herself to him and making her own demands.
"Oh, God, Duke. Yes! Just like that. Oohh.. More. More. Oh... More!"
He smiled as he bent back to her breasts, giving her all of his attention and enjoying all of the taste, texture and sounds of her.
Jennifer wanted Duke to tell her what that nickname was about, but what he was doing with his mouth right now was so much better.
Duke quickly found that if he closed his eyes, the bruises he was kissing were easily forgotten and he could simply taste, smell, and hear her. She smelled like a combination of his soap and her skin and he found the combination to be a powerful aphrodisiac. He kissed down her stomach, the skin smooth and sweet; her sighs and undulating testing his control. He brushed kisses on her thighs and felt the skin quiver beneath him.
"You like that, Duchess?"
He sucked lightly at her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to where his fingers were still teasing her. Her hips bucked off the bed and she growled in frustration.
"Damn it, Duke! Stop teasing me!"
He laughed as he moved to flick his tongue over her clit, curling his fingers inside her as he did so. In response, she changed her grip in his hair and pulled him closer. Duke obliged. Musing that when his Duchess wanted something, she was going to be getting it. So he gave it to her. He latched on and sucked hard, even as he thrust harder into her with his fingers, kneaded her breasts with his other hand and had her undone within moments. When she arched off the bed and screamed his name out, he growled against her even as he crossed his arm across her hips to press her back down. He kept his tongue pressed against her clit and withdrew his fingers, using both hands to steady her as he brought her down easy. When her gasping abated, he rose back over her and dragged his tongue along the outer shell of her ear.
"You taste so good, Jennifer. You know that?" He kissed his way down and back up her neck. Gently tonguing at the sheen of sweat that had broke out across her skin and murmuring praise to her. "You're right, Duchess. I want to hear you scream my name over and over again. And I'm going to make you do it until you can't anymore."
He kissed her again, hard; and gathered her into his arms to roll over with her.
"Come on, Duchess," he urged when she was poised over him, her breasts still pressed against him and her breath panting in his ear. "Show me how you ride."
She did. Jennifer braced her hands on his chest and rose up onto her knees; flexing her thighs to lift herself and circling her hips as she lowered down onto him - slowly - watching him as she did. She could get used to seeing Duke like that. His eyes were so dark, she didn't think they could be called brown anymore and. His teeth were bared in a snarl and he was watching where they joined. He was watching with a look of raw hunger and demand even as he let her set the pace, his grasp firm on her hips. She shuddered slightly when she sank all the way down onto him, fully impaled by him, and her eyes closed with the ecstasy of it.
She re-opened her eyes to watch him as she began to move. Setting a pace that was almost agonizingly too slow for the both of them. He was watching where they were joined, his eyes flickering up to her face and back down, his jaw clenched and his lips peeling away from his teeth in a snarl as she refused to speed her rhythm. Instead, she smiled wickedly at him, showing him that she was enjoying her power.
She had been telling the truth when she said that she wanted to drive him crazy, and he very nearly was. Her hips were clenched in his fingers and he was struggling to be mindful to not inflict any further bruising on her and to keep himself from taking control back and holding her down while he bucked up into her or throwing her onto her back again and doing what he had said he wanted to do to begin with. She was smiling though. She knew what she was doing and was daring him to do it. If it was a game of control she wanted to play, he thought with a sudden rush of blood and lust, he would show her who was the master of the game.
He changed his grasp by moving one had to grasp the hair at the back at her head and wrapped the other arm around her waist, holding her in place while he took control back.
Jennifer nearly lost it when she saw his abdomen and chest muscles ripple as he sat up to kiss her hard and growl -yes, growl- in her ear.
"Is this what you wanted? Hm? You wanted me crazy for you? You wanted me to... what did you say, take you on your back and fuck you like nothing else matters?"
She might have come up with something better to say than just moaning his name if he hadn't been doing something that she was pretty sure was illegal in most of the states before twisting them around and laying her back down.
He withdrew and rocked back into her so hard her teeth rattled.
"What my Duchess wants, she gets," he whispered into her ear before giving her everything she wanted and more.
Much later, when it was dark out and he was awaking to the welcome sensation of having her limbs tangled with his Duke couldn't suppress a smirk at the notion that she remembered God's as well as his own. He wouldn't hold a grudge. At least, not about that.
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