All Chapters of A LADY FOR A DUKE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cedric laughed as he scooped his hands under her bottom and swept her up from the bonnet. “Oh, yes, I can.”“You bastard.”His eyes glittered wildly down at her, his smile devilishly sexy. “Tch tch. You're a lady, remember?”“I don't feel much like a lady at this moment.” Her frustration was at fever pitch, making her almost violent with need.“Tell me what you feel like,” he challenged her, “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Her already heated face must have gone bright red. “You can say it,” he whispered wickedly in her ear. “I'm your husband so it's one of those things that are perfectly acceptable. There's no one here to hear you but me. And I want you to say it, just the way you're thinking it right now. Go on. Say it!”Anna remained silent. Suddenly she felt so self conscious. Exposed. She stepped away from him, and this time he didn't stop her. Just watched as she hurried out of the garage and into the house. __________Anna hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. The bedr

Oh, she’d wanted him so badly. His heat and his hands on her. Wanted the electricity that danced between them. Wanted his danger, his wicked edge. Wanted his hunger for her to consume him as much as she was consumed by her own. And it had. She’d loved him ripping her nightie from her and her lacy underwear too. Loved how he’d held her in his arms. Loved how he hadn’t even stopped to undress properly, before spreading her thighs, and thrusting deep inside her.It hadn’t hurt. It hadn’t even felt strange. It had felt right and perfect, as if he was supposed to be there. As if they were supposed to be joined in this way, a raw, elemental meeting, creating magic between them.Anna looked up at him, still dazed, meeting his eyes. And she opened her mouth to tell him how amazing he was and how wonderful he’d made her feel, when he pushed himself off her abruptly and stepped out through the door that led to the balcony before she could say a word.Anna blinked, a cold feeling shifting in he

“Scream for me, Anna,” he whispered against her shivering flesh. “I want to know exactly how much you like me doing this to you.”All her concerns fell away, everything subsumed by the pleasure he was giving her. By the touch of his fingers and tongue. And then suddenly everything was drawing tight inside her and the climax hit her like an earthquake, and she did scream, his name echoing off the walls around them. He didn’t stop.She was still shivering and half blind with the effects of her orgasm as he settled himself between her thighs. And when he pushed into her, there was only that sense of perfect rightness. Of a completion she’d only ever found in the woods, where she could be herself and be free.His body on hers was a glory, the heat of him and the slight prickle of hair. His hardness against her soft-ness. Everything about him different and yet the hunger in his eyes was the same as the hunger in hers. She lifted her arms around him, arched against him, encouraging him. He

But apparently not today, because she let out a breath then said, “He was a surgeon, like I said, and I wanted very much to do something that would make him proud of me. So I spent the whole of my sixteenth year paying attention to my studies. I…wasn’t the best at school, but I tried very hard that year, because he liked me to. I got a B plus for Biology in the end, and I was very pleased. And I expected him to be impressed, but…he wasn’t.”She turned her head slightly away, as if she didn’t want him to see her face. “He was disappointed I hadn’t got an A, told me I needed to work harder and not to bother him for any less than an A minus. I was…furious. I don’t know why it hit me so hard that night, it just did. I’d tried so hard for him—I always tried hard for him—but he just wasn’t interested.” Her voice had become scratchy. “I lost my temper. I wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt me and so I grabbed my mother’s picture off his desk and took it out of the frame. And then I ripped i

He’d given her so much over the past week. Shown her what her passion could be like when she wasn’t fighting it, when she could be herself and not worry about being demanding or loud or difficult. And she couldn’t deny that she very much wanted more of that for herself. She also wanted to give something to him in return.So what did it matter if she felt a little uncertain and doubtful about continuing what they had in France when they got back to Haerton? There hadn’t been anything bad about it. No, it had been the opposite. So there was no reason to let those doubts stop her, and there was no reason to be afraid. And after all, it had been a long time since she’d felt as happy as she was when she was with him. She didn’t have to give it up, not yet.“I’m not afraid,” Anna said quietly.“Yes, you were. I could see it in your eyes.”“I was shocked. That’s all.” She lifted a hand and touched the side of his face gently, his skin warm against her fingertips. “And yes, I want that too.”