Page 52 of Wedded to the Sinful Duke

She clung to him, her body trembling.

“Jonathan?” she whispered, her voice small and frightened.

“Yes, it’s me,” he murmured, stroking her hair soothingly. “You’re safe now. Breathe with me, Ciara. In and out, nice and slow.”

She tried to match his breathing, her panic gradually subsiding as his steady presence grounded her.

“That’s it, just breathe. You’re safe. No one will hurt you here,” he repeated, his voice a calming balm.

As her breathing steadied, she began to come back to herself. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“When I heard you screaming, I…” he started, but something wasn’t letting him finish. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle.

She pulled herself up, pressing her lips to his. It was a kiss unlike any of the ones they had shared before. She felt vulnerable before him, almost naked, and yet, unafraid and unashamed. Her fingers pressed against his muscular chest, feeling him through the thin fabric of his nightshirt. His hands wrapped around her, keeping her close without breaking their kiss for even a single moment.

He caressed her breast softly, tenderly, cupping it with his hand. She moaned against his lips, feeling the need for him to take control of her. She didn’t want only his lips on her. She wanted all of him.

As if able to read her mind, he slowly took off her nightgown, sliding it above her head, leaving her completely exposed.

“You are so beautiful, siren,” she heard him say as he lowered his lips to her pebbled nipple and took it into his mouth.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation. She could feel everything… his tongue, the heat of his breath. Everything was blossoming with pleasure, and that little voice that always told her she was not good enough was silenced for the first time in her entire life.

She gently caressed his head, arching her back, giving all of herself to him. His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her soft mound. It was the gentlest of caresses, and yet, it awakened more desire than anything he had ever done before. What they did before were lessons. What they were doing now was something else, something neither of them could have anticipated.

She relished his scent, his touch, his kisses. Everything about him was magical—who he was and what he was doing to her. She never wanted it to end. His tongue continued to flick over her nipple while his finger dipped inside of her ever so slightly. Sensation unfurled inside of her as heat spread throughout her entire body.

His finger continued to tease her while his tongue did the same. His teeth gently nipped her, but his tongue was there to soothe the unexpected sting while his finger made her wetter with swirl as it parted her folds and slid inside of her more and more.

She didn’t even know that she was so close to the edge. His lips were sucking on her nipple as her swollen bud was being teased and played with. She turned to flame, her entire body tightening under the sudden explosion. It came so gently, so slowly, and it consumed her entire being.

Still breathing heavily, she locked eyes with him.

“I want you, Ciara…”

She swallowed heavily, her entire body yearning to be his. “Take me, Jonathan…”

He gently lay on top of her, adjusting himself between her thighs. She was ready for that moment. She didn’t even know it until she saw her reflection in his eyes. His lips were so close to hers, but he didn’t kiss her. She felt the tip of his manhood pressing against her heat.

There was no fear. There was no hesitation. She knew she wanted him more than she wanted anything or anyone else before.

His eyes were constantly on hers.

“I will be gentle,” she heard him say, and she smiled with a nod.

Without thinking, she locked her legs around his waist, keeping him close. As his manhood pressed into her slowly, inching its way inside, his lips locked with hers.

That kiss changed everything; it changed the very essence of her being. She had never felt so full, so satiated, yet so yearning for more.

The pain was also there, but the pleasure that accompanied it was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her breathing was quick, shallow, and her mind a blank. Her eyes were wide open, staring at him, wanting to drink in the sight of him.

“You feel so good…” she heard him say as he nuzzled his nose against hers. His words made her smile, and that in turn, made him even more mischievous. “Am I making you feel good?”

“Mhm,” she murmured through the smile, not taking her eyes off of him.

He grabbed her hands, raising them above her head and holding her by the wrist. “And now?” he asked, licking her lips as he ended the question.

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