“You’re very wet, Duchess. Makes me want to do this . . .” She gasped. “And this . . .” She whimpered passionately. “And now, this . . .” He slid a finger inside and worked her with such expert wickedness, she shattered on a strangled cry and spiraled to the moon. Pulsing and moaning, she heard him whisper against her ear, “I’ll be spending the rest of our lives making you fly apart, woman . . . so get ready.”
