Page 106 of The Duke's Virgin

“Stacia…” He gave me a pained look.

“Shhh…” I pressed a finger to his lips, then reached down and held his cock, watching him as I slowly sank down on him. “There…” My breath caught as he jerked inside me. “Isn’t that nice?”

He gripped my thighs. “It’ll be better when you move, darling.”

“Be patient…all things in good time.” I swayed forward and braced my hands by his head, watching him with a grin. “Now…you just lie there and think of Luxembourg while I take care of all this.”

A shout of laughter escaped him as his hands slid to my ass. “Oh, Duchess…that’s the last thing I’m thinking of.”

I started to move, shuddering at the feel of him, the game falling by the wayside all ready.

“Don’t you want to know, Stacia?”

His voice teased a response from me, and I focused on him, moving faster, curling my hands into the sheets.

“Know what?” I whispered.

He moved then, flipped us over with a speed and dexterity that made his claims about beingtoo soreseem like little more than fluff. He filled me, deep and hard and fast, “What I think of. Do you want to know what I think of, Duchess mine?”

“What?”

He kissed me, soft and slow, a contrast to the rough possession of my body.

“You, Stacia…always you. I love you.”

“And I love you.” Curling my arms around his neck, I gave in to the hunger, the need…and the love.

Always the love.

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