Page 72 of A Virgin for the Duke of Thorns

“That’s it, my sweet, little lamb. Say my name…”

She said it once more. Gasped it. Cried it most joyfully.

“Good girl,” he praised her. “Now, let go.”

His lips clamped on her nipple as his fingers moved mercilessly against her core. He pushed her deeper, higher than she had experienced even in his study. And then, she felt it—the gentle probing inside her.

Her eyes flew open, seeking his for reassurance. Colin smiled back at her, and she felt that one digit slide inside her just as his thumb pressed on the pearl of pleasure between her legs.

The force of her climax slammed against her, drawing a keening cry from her lips as she crested on a wave of pure desire. Her hips bucked against his hand, and still, Colin did not stop, urging her to ride wave upon wave of pleasure until she crashed onto the bed in a quivering mess.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, Colin was looking back at her most solemnly. Her gaze drifted down his bare chest to the line where his breeches should have been, had he not disposed of them as she lay shuddering. He stroked his manhood, his eyes dark as he looked at her, and she felt something clench low in her belly.

Is he… is he going to put that inside me?

Her eyes grew large as she took in his massive size.

Without noticing it, she sat up and reached for him, for that steely flesh that jutted proudly between his legs. He hissed as her hand made contact, and she drew back in shock.

“Does it… does it hurt?” she asked him, her eyes wide.

He shook his head. “On the contrary, your touch pleases me greatly.”

Emboldened by his admission, she reached out to touch him again. This time, she grasped him and marveled at the differences between their bodies. He was so large that her delicate hand could barely wrap around his girth.

Colin laid his hand on hers and slowly began to guide her up and down his length, teaching her how to best pleasure him—and pleasure him she did.

Alice wanted to learn him, to learn how to elicit the same white heat he wrought on her. She moved her hands up and down his length, gently squeezing the very tip, and watched as a bead of moisture formed. Curious, she flicked her thumb over it and was rewarded with a low growl from Colin.

A fierce, feminine pleasure took hold of her. A pride that she could affect him just as much as he did her.

As she continued to stroke him, his hand reached for the back of her head, and he crashed his lips against hers in a molten kiss that threatened to set both of them on fire. His hands played with her breasts before delving between her thighs once more.

“Oh God, how can you be this wet?” he moaned against her cheek. “You are so damned responsive, it is driving me insane.”

He pushed her back on the bed, their breaths mingling as he kissed her deeply once more. He pushed her hands away from his erection and pinned them to either side of her head.

“I want to be inside you, Alice,” he rasped. “Will you let me?”

She looked up at him, feeling his manhood probing between her legs. She let out a soft sigh as it rubbed against her aching flesh. She was still quite sensitive from his earlier ministrations, but the need that dripped heavily in his voice was echoed in her own soul.

She nodded. “I… want to be yours. Thoroughly.”

He groaned. “Then I shall make you mine. Thoroughly.”

It was just one word, but the promise that threaded through it weighed heavily between them. His leg pushed her thighs open as he settled between them. Her eyes fluttered shut as that steely flesh slid against her core, a sigh escaping her lips. She felt the blunt head gently nudge her entrance, and she bit her lower lip.

She had heard that the first time a man claimed a woman resulted in a great deal of pain. She had heard that there was a breaking of her maidenhead involved. In the past, it had all sounded so terrifying, and if she was being honest about it, she did feel a thread of fear through the haze of desire that clouded her senses.

“Am I hurting you?”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Colin look at her solemnly, the sweat beading on his brow as he held himself over her flushed body. She could see the tenseness in his jaw.

“A little bit,” she admitted. “It feels… different.”

He smiled slightly. “All right. But you must let me know if it hurts too much.”

She nodded and felt him slide deeper inside her. She felt the discomfort, felt him stretching her. But underneath all that, a fire burned low through it all.

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