Page 38 of My Dark Duke

Sebastian lifted his head from her breast and found her watching him with dazed eyes. She was lost to pleasure, near her peak; it was time.

Sebastian brought himself up the bed and placed a tender kiss upon her bruised lips. He then placed his body over hers, so that she was trapped beneath him.

Her eyes went wide, as she realised this was the moment.

“Open your legs for me,” he whispered, and she complied.

He kneeled back, wishing to witness all he could of the momentous occasion. He had been so focused on Mary’s needs and desires, that his own had been forgotten, but as he looked at her, spread open before him, it returned with full force.

Sebastian held his breath, as he placed the tip of his erection against her entrance. Her lips were slick and wet, warm and tempting. He groaned aloud, as his sensitive head received its reward.

Go slowly, a voice in his head cautioned, though it was difficult to listen to when all he wished to do was plunge deep inside her.

“Look at me,” Sebastian ordered Mary, as he held himself just outside the gates of heaven.

Her green eyes met his and he held her gaze as he slipped slowly inside her.

Her tight, warm wetness wrapped itself around him, so pleasurable Sebastian almost lost his restraint. She gasped, as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth, though she made no complaint. It was only when he met resistance within, that she gave a nervous cry.

“It will hurt but a moment,” Sebastian assured her, his breath laboured from the effort of his restraint. “Trust me.”

She nodded and with that signal, Sebastian thrust himself inside her completely.

He experienced indescribable pure bliss, as he pushed past her maidenhead and all of his manhood filled her. She was his, he had laid claim to her body, and he would be the first and last man to do so. His desire was mixed with a strange, primal possessiveness - something which he had never experienced before. It was a heady feeling and dangerous too, for it urged him to keep going - to thrust and thrust, until he had filled her with his seed.

Sebastian restrained himself and paused for a moment, his erection still deep inside her.

“Are you sore?” he questioned, searching her face for any sign of pain.

“It lasted but a moment,” she answered, echoing his earlier assurances.

Her words were like a starting pistol and all of Sebastian’s restraint disappeared. He lay down atop her, supporting his weight with his arms, and thrust deeper inside her.

Her gasp was one of pleasure. Her eyes held his as he moved within her, her mouth open as she panted in pleasure.

“Please,” she whimpered, as her muscles tightened around him. “Please don’t stop.”

She was climaxing.

He realised it, just as he realised he was reaching his own peak of pleasure. His head told him to withdraw, to spill his seed on her belly and forget about her needs, but he did not listen.

He thrust deeper inside her, his desire to possess her body a roaring beast demanding fulfillment.

As Mary’s pleasure broke, her muscles contracting and releasing in waves of pleasure, so too did Sebastian’s.

He groaned, as his ecstasy peaked and released itself into her warmth.

He should have felt horror, for putting his oath so at risk, but as his liquid filled her, the strange, primal beast within his chest purred with pleasure.

Sebastian collapsed, cradling Mary’s body against his.

Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath still uneven, and he could hear her heartbeat skittering within her chest. The room was silent, bar the sound of their breath, as they both recovered from their exertion.

After a few minutes, Mary spoke, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Is it always like that?” she questioned, as she curled herself against his chest.

Sebastian shook his head, still overwhelmed by what had happened.

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