Page 59 of Her Duke's Second Chance

She huffed in amusement as a powerful surge of excitement coursed through her. Watching this formidable duke shift and sigh with pleasure under her ministration only stoked the fire inside her.

“I am not one of God’s strongest soldiers,” he murmured and swung Georgiana onto her back so that she was beneath him.

He dove down before Georgiana could even blink, crushing his lips onto hers and plunging his tongue into her mouth with an intensity that took her breath away.

Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as she pulled him closer, moaning encouragement into his mouth. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and pressed his rigid member between her waiting thighs.

“Oh,” she groaned, her eyelids fluttering at the delicious friction, “More,” she breathed pleadingly, her hips bucking instinctively.

She had been dreaming, aching, burning for this. How could she have lived without it for so long?

Robert buried his face in her neck, his lips tracing the sensitive skin there before his teeth grazed her collarbone.

She gasped, her back arching as her hands moved to grip his shoulders. She felt his hands slide lower, and when his fingers brushed against the slick heat of her most intimate place, she let out a cry she barely recognized as her own.

Her body jerked at the sensation; a rush of pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.

“Robert…” she breathed, her voice trembling.

His name fell from her lips again as his fingers began to move, tracing the outer folds of her opening, exploring her, teasing her.

Georgiana shook as the pressure inside of her bloomed into an overwhelming wave of erotic decadence. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as her body writhed beneath him.

Her breath hitched and she cried out as Robert found her pearl and rolled it between his thumb and finger. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, chasing the rhythm of his fingers, and her head fell back as the world around her narrowed.

Robert’s fingers moved with maddening precision, his touch both gentle and insistent, circling and pressing on that exquisitely sensitive bud until her entire being seemed to center there.

“Robert, I—I…” she gasped, unable to articulate the sensation.

Her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps, her chest heaving as her hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand.

“Yes, darling. That is it. Come undone for me,” he whispered.

A raw, primal cry tore from her throat as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Waves of rapture washed over her as her loins tremored violently and her back arched with surges of pleasure and release.

She felt as though she were floating, weightless, every nerve alight with bliss, and clung to Robert as though he were the only thing anchoring her to the earth.

She was unsure how long it lasted—seconds, minutes, an eternity—but when the waves finally subsided, she lay boneless and trembling as a satiated moan escaped her lips.

Her entire body felt liquid, her limbs heavy and languid, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as the aftershocks rippled through her.

Georgiana opened her eyes to find Robert staring down at her, his own breath uneven and his gaze still filled with hunger, as though what he had just done to her had only been the tip of the iceberg.

And that was thrilling.

She reached up and brushed her fingers against his cheek. He leaned into her touch for a brief moment before pulling away.

“You are dangerous, Georgiana,” he murmured, his voice rough, though his lips curved into the faintest of smiles.

She blinked up at him, her heart still racing.

“I am not the dangerous one,” she whispered back.

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek before rolling onto his side, his body still trembling with restraint.

The room was silent but for the sound of their breaths. Georgiana smiled as she felt the warmth emanate from his body, grounding her as her mind slowly returned to the present.

Nothing would ever be the same between them again.

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