Page 41 of My Dangerous Duke

Need fully taking over, Xander rolled with Eleanor in his arms until she was sprawled over his chest. With one hand pinning her hips atop his own, and the other wrapped tightly around her back, he began to buck up into her tight sheath with a sudden primal need. Every ounce of tension, of pain, of anxiety seethed out of him like toxic sweat as he claimed thorough possession of Eleanor’s body.

“Xander,” she panted, turning her head up to his as she moved in a constant swaying motion on his chest. “I think… I do not know what is happening… something different…”

Xander moaned deeply as he cut off her words with a deep kiss. The poor darling did not know what her temple of seduction was even capable of, but he was very happy to educate her.

“Hold it,” he urged, his strokes changing from fast and hard to deeper, more intense ones that would brush the tip of his cock against the little inner button. “Let it build.”

“No,” she moaned, looking at him desperately as he saw her pleasure grow more intense.

“You can do it, Honey,” he coaxed, clamping his other arm harder down on her hips. “We will do this together.”

“I cannot,” Eleanor moaned desperately, her thighs beginning to quiver as he felt her warm, wet walls grow tighter around his length.

Realizing he could not either, Xander let out a feral growl, and he began to pump her sheath up and down his cock in wonton desire until he felt them both explode. Once he felt his orgasm release, Xander clamped both hands down on Eleanor’s hips, locking her body tightly against his own as his cock spasmed deeply inside of her tightly clenching walls; quivering from their own ecstasy.

“You are so perfect, Eleanor.”

Chapter 18

They stayed like that for several minutes, both of them needing a moment to catch their breath. Then, with the utmost care, Xander slid himself from between her thighs. Eleanor whimpered, already missing the feel of him, but let out a sigh of relief when Xander shifted her until they were on their sides, and he wrapped his muscular body around hers.

“Are you in pain?” Xander asked, worried for her as he cupped her cheek and looked down at her eyes. Touched by his tenderness, she felt a ball of emotions get stuck in her throat.

“Not at the moment,” she breathed shakily, meaning it. For now, nothing could get past the layers of pleasure she was buried under.

Xander let out a breathy laugh of relief as he leaned down and kissed her sweetly.

“You did so well,” he praised, peppering kisses into her hair and forehead. “Now it is my turn to give you a bath.”

“Why? Eleanor asked drowsily. Her body was still humming with pleasure and Xander’s cocoon-like embrace was quickly lulling her to sleep. The last thing she wanted to do was move.

“Your mother did not tell you?” Xander asked, his deep voice calm through his kisses. “Hmmm, well. Not to worry. It is perfectly normal.”

“What is normal?” Eleanor asked, suddenly wide awake.

She moved to sit up, and as she did so she felt a deep, dull ache in her lower belly. Curiously, she looked down and gasped when she saw her white sheets were smeared with crimson. Embarrassment flooded through Eleanor as she began to scramble off of the bed, but Xander quickly caught her and pulled her to him.

“Honey, it is all right,” he soothed.

“It is not!” She yelled in a strangled voice, gathering one of the sheets around her.

Xander pressed his lips together tightly, as if holding back a laugh.

“I think I prefer you the way you were earlier,” she stated sourly, walking away from him.

Before she could take more than two steps, she felt a sharp slap to her rump and was then lifted off her feet and held to Xander’s chest.

“That was not very nice,” he replied, looking down at her with a wolfish grin. “And I know you do not mean it.”

Maybe she did not, but she was still angry at him for laughing at her.

“Put me down,” she asked, more pleading than demanding. “I shall do this myself. You should go away. Far away. Perhaps you never coming back is a good idea after all.”

Xander only rolled his eyes as he carried her into the bathing room. When he got to the center of the room, he seemed to debate whether or not to put her on her feet or on the counter, and to Eleanor’s dismay, Xander placed her on the highest one- far too tall for her to climb down. It was as if he knew she would try it, and it annoyed her greatly.

“I am not going anywhere, especially tonight,” he replied casually as he pulled the levers to the water pumps. “And neither are you. You took care of me earlier.”

“That was different,” Eleanor countered quickly.

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