Page 109 of A Virgin for the Duke of Ash

He was hard almost to the point of pain, and her touch had driven him ever closer to the edge.

“Open your legs for me,” he rasped against her throat.

Outside of bed, Evie seemed to delight in thwarting him at every turn, but here in his arms, she was pliant. Obedient.

Did she have any idea how powerful she was in her submission?

He sank into her in one full stroke, a gasp tearing from her lips. He latched onto her breast, the same breast that his child would one day feed from.

The thought of Evie nursing his child caused his desire to burn ever hotter, and he drew back, only to slam into her tight channel once more.

“Daniel!” she cried out, her fingernails digging into his back.

He smiled as he teased the rosy peak of her breast with his tongue and his teeth, while his hand trailed over her abdomen, down to the thatch of curls between her legs. When his finger traced the hardened nub just above where they were joined, Evie jerked her hips, a long moan escaping her lips.

He thrust into her again, watching her slowly come undone as he worked his finger over her bud to the tempo of his hips.

The feeling of his rigid length sheathed fully inside her was more than he could bear. He could feel his own climax building within him as her walls gripped him ever tighter.

Daniel rocked into her, taking his cues from the way her breath hitched and the moans that escaped her even as she clutched at his shoulders.

With his other hand, he tilted her chin up, his eyes meeting her stormy ones, now clouded with the passion of their intense lovemaking.

“I would have you look at me as you shatter,” he grunted as his hips ground into hers once more.

Evie nodded, even as he could see the battle she was fighting to keep her gaze on his as he thrust into her.

Almost there…

Her channel pulsed around him, and with a roar, he thrust into her once more, sinking himself to the hilt into the core of her being just as she cried out in their joint climax.

Daniel leaned his forehead against hers, their eyes meeting as he spilled his seed into her, as her walls rippled around him to milk every last drop from him. Their breaths mingled as they continued to look into each other’s eyes, as wave after wave of sheer pleasure washed over them.

In all his years of existence, Daniel had never maintained eye contact with his paramours. It was only with Evie that he desired such a connection.

A union of both their souls as well as their bodies.

Moments later, when he had softened and his heart was no longer threatening to leap out of his chest, he pulled out of her, eliciting a soft cry of complaint. In response, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace, kissing the top of her sweat-lined forehead.

“Did I please you?” she murmured, tracing light patterns over his chest with a finger.

He groaned and grasped that mischievous hand, pressing a soft kiss to her wrist. “If you pleased me any more, my beloved Duchess, I might just expire from sheer pleasure.”

“I should certainly hope not!” She balked. “After all, how will I ever…” she trailed off, shutting her mouth quickly as if she had only realized what she was about to say.

But Daniel understood.

With a low growl, he moved and pressed her down into the mattress once more. “Finish your sentence, Duchess.”

She looked up at him, her gaze softening even as the first stirrings of lust caused those beautiful blue-gray orbs to darken.

“If you die, how will I ever know so much pleasure?” she whispered softly. “How will I ever be able to carry on without you?”

“I shall not have you talk of death or dying,” he warned her.

She opened her mouth as if she might protest, but he covered her lips with his own, his leg nudging hers apart. Her eyes widened in shock.

“So soon?” she gasped.

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