Page 82 of The Duke and the Disciple

Rahn’s push was gentle, but the pain was immediate, the new incursion mingling with the last one. Her hands tangled in the blanket, tensing.Relax.His eyes widened in alarm at her response, but she brought her hands around to his ass with an encouraging squeeze, to show him she was fine. His mouth fell open as he pushed in farther, and this time she did everything she could not to let him see how much it hurt, how overcome she was by the wild sensation of being stretched and filled. She channeled the pain through the curling of her toes, locking her feet behind the back of his thighs as he slid past the last of her body’s resistance and sank himself deep inside her.

Rahn paused for her reaction.

She looped her arms around his neck and lifted to kiss him, whispering, “You’re the perfect fit, Scholar.”

Something changed in him. It began with a shadowing of his expression, the feral rigidity to his limbs reminding her of a predator zeroing in on prey. “Theonlyfit, Aesylt.” He dragged himself all the way out and back in, repeating until her eyes rolled back and her mouth could no longer close. “Like my cock was made for you.”

“I was made for you,” she answered, delirious from the shift in his demeanor, the side of himself he’d held back for so long. Only in the celestial realm would he ever show her, but she’d cherish every cursed moment while she could.

Rahn groaned through every thrust, his back dipping and arcing with each fluid movement. She climbed her legs higher to lock them around his back, and he went faster, plunging even deeper than before, a move that made her vision skip.

“This is so... much... better than I imagined,” she cried, lifting her hips to match his rhythm, remembering how important it had been to him that she articulate her experience. “More.”

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he panted, sliding his tongue along hers in the deepest kiss he’d given her yet. “How could I deny you?”

She moaned into his mouth, whimpering when his pace slowed and howling when he withdrew and then slammed into her with enough force to leave her wondering if she’d be walking when they were done.

“Tell me,” she whispered between ragged breaths. “Tell me what... what you would do if there was nothing stopping you.”

“I would...” Rahn pulled out and slammed in again, drawing gasps from both of them. “Fuck my favorite little researcher until the stars wink from the sky and the ocean replaces the land.”

Aesylt traced her tongue along her lips, then rolled them into her mouth. “More.”

Rahn slowed as he considered her question. His lips peeled back. “I would stretch her until she begged me to stop.”

“But you wouldn’t stop.”

“No force exists capable.” He rocked her so thoroughly, her feet slid away, and she couldn’t re-fasten them. He reached behind to lock them in place and fucked her harder, then slipped his hand between her legs.

“When you close your eyes at night, it’s me I want you to see,” she purred into his ear, dangerously close to coming. “Every. Night.”

“You’re too late for that,” he mumbled, his head falling back with a soft, eyes-closed moan.

His confession was a truth for the celestial realm only, one he’d never acknowledge in the real world, but then, there, Adrahn Tindahl was hers and she was his.

Suddenly she was clenching, coming all over his cock as her body pitched up and off the bed.

“Come for me, Aesylt.” He moaned. “Come for me until you can’t find your breath.”

“Comeinme,” she panted before she was crashing again.

“Try to stop me.”

“Do everything to me here that you can’t do to me out there,” Aesylt whined, digging her hands to the soft mattress.

His response was lost to a grunt, which had him tensing, sending a flood of delectable warmth into her. He held his position until the last of it left him, and he fell beside her and landed on his back. Panting, he rolled his face her way and asked, “Please say something, Aesylt.”

She’d still been woefully sore from the finger session the day before, so she had become so raw, she was afraid to move at all, butsomethingelse had changed. It was not only the loss of her virginity, which she’d never held onto for any honorable reason anyway. It wasn’t even that she and the scholar had actually had sex, a fact that would need time to settle. It was knowing that Rahncouldbe an open man, a readable man, when he wasn’t afraid.

She answered by climbing over him and grinding against his tender but still-hard cock, suppressing a wince. “I like this side of you. I want more of it. How’s that for ‘something’?” Remembering how he’d used his hand to guide himself, she reached down to do the same, stroked him until he was ready, and nestled him against her tender entrance.

He stared up at her, flushed and wordless, a brief flick of his tongue dancing across his lip.

“I know this means nothing in the real world, Scholar, but I wouldn’t have wanted my first time to be any other way. Or with any other man.”

“Aesylt...” he whispered, but she had no intention of letting him finish his sentence.

She lifted to take him in, and they moaned together. From pleasure. From pain. From the freedom of consequence.

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