Page 62 of The Duke's Sinful Bride

“Oh!” She shuddered and moaned, arching off the bed and spasming under his finger.

Yvette had never known pleasure could feel so…freeing.

“Let out yer cries, Yvette. Let me hear ye,” Killian urged as his fingers picked up pace, going in and out in a practiced rhythm.

“Oh Killian!” Yvette cried, her voice breathless, her toes curled, as she reached her first ever climax.

“That was—” she started to say, but Killian peeled himself from her, working his breeches loose.

Yvette colored furiously at Killian’s manhood. She had never seen one before, but the member before her… It made her mouth water.

“I’ll take it easy since it’s yer first time,” he grunted, latching his lips on hers again.

His lips were warm and welcoming, and she was so intoxicated by this kiss that she didn’t realize he’d pierced her entrance, until pain laced through her.

“Christ!” Killian muttered, stilling inside her.

He pushed another inch in, then paused and pushed again.

“All right?” he asked and Yvette nodded, the discomfort swiftly dissolving into pleasure.

“Yes. D—Don’t stop,” she replied breathlessly.

Grinning wickedly, he eased himself out of her, then slid back in slowly, and soon, pleasure returned, and she sighed in relief. She felt stretched and hot, no longer a girl that was sent to a nunnery, but a woman.

Her whole body was on fire with pleasure, vibrating in response to Killian’s thrusts. A sensation sizzled through every part of her, and she held onto him to keep her grounded.

Killian seemed to like that because he sped up his rhythm, his thrusts more powerful than the last, until she felt that toe-curling sensation again.

“Let go, darling,” he urged and within seconds, the tension in her exploded.

Killian let out a hoarse moan as he delivered his final strokes to his orgasm, then they tumbled onto the bed.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them.

CHAPTER 19

The morning light seeped gently through the heavy drapes of Killian’s chambers, casting a soft light on Yvette as she stirred beneath the luxurious sheets.

A faint sigh escaped her lips as she stretched out an arm, seeking the warm presence, in her memory, had held her the night before. Her fingers brushed the empty expanse of his side of the bed, now cool to the touch.

Her brows furrowed, a pang of disappointment flickering through her.

Where was he?

She had hoped, perhaps even expected, that after the intimacy they had shared, Killian might linger. But he didn’t.

“He’s a duke after all,” a voice defended in her mind. “His responsibilities are many.”

Yvette pushed the thought aside, attempting to dismiss the slight ache in her chest as unreasonable. After all, he was a busy man, and she had no right to demand more than he was willing to give.

Still, as she lay there, the events of the previous night replayed in her mind. Her cheeks heated as she remembered the way Killian had touched her, his hands both commanding and gentle, his voice a low, velvety murmur in the darkness.

“Are you comfortable, my dear?” he had whispered against her ear, his breath warm as his fingers grazed her cheek after she’d met with her release.

Yvette had nodded shyly, her voice barely audible. “Yes… I didn’t think it would feel like that.”

He had chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm. “And how did you think it would feel?”

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