Page 77 of Her Duke's Second Chance

“At last. I have wanted to do this all night,” he whispered hungrily.

Robert wrapped one powerful arm around her shoulder. He gripped her waist with his other hand and pulled her roughly to him. His lips smashed into hers and he groaned as he frantically and hungrily explored the recesses of her mouth with his questing tongue.

Georgiana wrapped her hands around his neck and clung to him, returning his fervent kisses with her own as she gripped his neck with her nails and clawed her fingers across the back of his scalp.

His hands grazed greedily across her back before drifting down to squeeze her buttocks. He lifted her onto a nearby table and she squealed into his mouth in surprise.

Robert caressed her stockinged leg as he hastily pulled up her skirts.

Oh, Lord…

Georgiana’s thoughts became incoherent as his large fingers stroked the inside of her thigh and brushed her entrance as if gauging her level of desire.

Azingof undiluted pleasure raced from her groin to her chest as he gently rubbed her rapidly swelling nub.

“I have been burning with each passing second without you,” he murmured, as he passionately licked her neck from her collarbone to her ear.

“You make me lose all control,” he growled, his voice hoarse with hunger. “And God help me, I do not want it back.”

His hand sought further ingress into the most private, wet part of her. She shivered as he slid his large finger inside her waiting mound and began to stroke the inside of her tight canal.

“Oh,” she croaked, leaning back against the table and lifting her legs to give him further access.

“Now that I have you here, I am not letting you go,” he said as his lips skimmed her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. “You belong to me, Georgiana. And I will take every goddamn piece of you until you know it.”

She wrapped her legs around the small of his back, bracketing him against her.

She could feel his rigid shaft poking into the zenith of her thighs like a steel instrument. Georgiana quaked with trepidation as she felt the size and girth of his shaft, and she shivered uncontrollably.

“Oh, I am going to take my time with you,” he purred darkly and rubbed her thighs soothingly before dropping down to his knees.

“And you are going to enjoy every second of it,” he added with a wicked grin.

“What are you—oh!” she gasped as his tongue flicked out and licked the dripping arousal around her nub.

She threw her head back and gritted her teeth to stop herself from howling with pleasure as his tongue ran along her outer folds and circled her hard bud.

“Please,” she gasped, not even knowing what she was asking for.

With one last large lick, he got to his feet, the edges of his mouth shining from its proximity to her seeping dampness.

“Do not fret, my sweet,” he whispered, “I will give you what you so desire.”

He grabbed her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, bending her elbows for better balance.

She could feel the smooth head of his throbbing member slipping into the opening of her entrance before sliding into her. She closed her eyes as he slowly filled her canal and stretched her, lost in the sensation of his intimate possession of her body.

Georgiana jerked when the tip of his manhood stopped against the wall of her maidenhood. She looked up at him with questioning eyes.

“This will hurt a bit,” he said as he carefully thrust through her barrier. The pain was sharp and bright but only lasted for a few moments. Robert partially pulled himself out of her. “Shall we continue?” he purred, and Georgiana nodded.

He resumed his quest, plunging deeply and then withdrawing, first slowly, then with ever-increasing speed. She raised her hips, needing to feel every inch of him.

She marveled that her body could take so much and not tear in two. The stretch she felt was somewhere between pleasure and pain…

But the pain vanished.

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