Page 45 of Three Nights with the Beastly Duke

Yes!

Lavinia wanted to scream. She was so close to her happiness that she could practically taste it, and she didn’t want to risk losing it.

“Arthur, please,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You are all that I’ve wanted.”

Arthur’s eyes locked on hers in the candlelit room, and she could see a myriad of emotions swirling in his deep pools.

Please,don’t run away again. Let me show you how much I want you.

When Arthur’s cock began to slide between her folds, she let out a gasp of surprise. She had felt his length against her thighs, her hand, but now inside of her, it felt impossibly large.

Arthur gathered her closer to him as he finished sliding himself fully inside, and as promised, a fountain of pain bloomed in her lower abdomen. A whimper of pain escape Lavinia’s lips as she kept her eyes on her husband, and she was rewarded with the sincerest look of passion and grace.

“Breathe with me, sweet one,” he commanded gently, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. “Relax into me. I have you.”

Lavinia pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils and allowed her body to relax further into the bed. Slowly, the pain began to ebb away, trickling out of her as pleasure began to take its place. Her trembling stopped, and she let out a sigh of relief as Arthur pulled his cock almost completely out of her, and then deftly thrust back in. As if knowing what to do on their own, her walls clamped around him tightly, pulsing and suckling as the pleasure grew.

“That’s it,” he praised, gently cupping her neck as a small smile graced his lips. “See how beautifully you’re opening for me?”

Unable to find her words, Lavinia only nodded as her hips began to move in time with his. As she did so, another deeply erotic moan slipped from Arthur’s lips, and he began to thrust faster. The pain was completely gone now, and her pleasure built inside of her like a fire taking off from kindling. Together, their soft moans began to grow louder as Arthur’s passion carried them both toward the precipice of desire, and everything began to fade away.

Her lies, her deception, and Arthur’s lack of trust all became nothing. Just dust of crumbling walls that no longer needed to exist. Something newer, stronger began to develop between them, taking Lavinia higher and higher until she felt a completely different pleasure wrack her body and make her shiver. Between her legs, she felt a rush of liquid flood forth onto the sheets, similar to what she had felt when Arthur’s tongue had danced over her mons, but also, somehow, completely different.

Arthur groaned her name as her orgasm made her tight walls grip him like a vice, and with a final thrust and animalistic growl, she felt a rush of his seed shoot deep inside her. They remained locked together, Arthur poised above her as he panted and trembled with his release. She could feel the light sheen of perspiration covering his muscles along his shoulder blades and back, and she felt a surprising swell of pride as she realized she had been the cause of such exertion.

After a few moments of stillness, Arthur finally opened his eyes again, and in an almost heartbreakingly gentle way, he touched his lips to hers and withdrew from her folds. Lavinia trembled as he did so, immediately missing the feeling of him inside her. As if his cock was the only thing protecting her from the previous pain, her womb began to clench, and she felt a dull ache begin to radiate from inside.

“Come here,” he rasped, rolling onto his side.

Languidly, Lavinia let her body follow his, and Arthur’s arms wrapped tightly around her. His hands rough but his touch gentle, he began to massage soothing circles into her lower back and backside. She trembled at his touch and snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, pulling away just enough so that he could look into her eyes.

Lavinia let out a soft laugh, feeling fatigue begin to seep into her deliciously sore body. “No,” she replied, “and yes. It is strange.”

Arthur chuckled as he shook his head and pulled her back to him. “While I am no expert, I believe that is normal,” he replied, showering her mussed hair with kisses. “Allow me to pour you some wine, it will help,” he added. “I shall ring for a servant for hot water and fresh sheets as well. Once we’re clean, we may rest.”

“Clean?” Lavinia asked.

As Arthur got out of bed, she looked down at the sheets and gasped. Her white sheets and thighs were stained with bright red blood, making panic rise within her.

As if sensing her fear, Arthur returned quickly with the wine and helped her out of bed and into a robe.

“It is all right,” he assured her tenderly, sitting her down on his lap after taking a chair. “Every woman must experience this the first time. I wish it weren’t so, but I’m afraid it is inevitable. A warm bath and wine will help. Drink.”

Obediently, Lavinia lifted the goblet to her lips and drank with gusto, accidentally spilling the red liquid out of the corners of her mouth. She felt it dribble down her chin and between her breasts, which Arthur quickly lapped at before it could stain her robe. She gasped, almost giggled, as she felt his tongue lap at the valley between her breasts. Already, she felt better.

Within moments, servants knocked on their door, and with bowed, respectful heads, they filled Lavinia’s tub and changed her sheets. Once left alone, Arthur slowly pushed Lavinia’s robe off her and helped her settle into the large, copper tub. The heat of the water immediately began to subdue her pain and make her sleepy, and she was thankful when Arthur slipped in behind her and allowed her head to rest on his chest.

“So, what do you think?” he murmured as he scooped water with his palm and let it dribble gently over her hair. “Was it everything you wanted?”

Lavinia giggled against him, feeling giddy and relaxed. “More so,” she confessed. “It is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Almost magical. Certainly spiritual. Two bodies entangled as one, their passions feeding off the other.” She leaned up and turned to him with a mischievous smile. “I want it again.”

Arthur’s chest rumbled against her back as he laughed, and he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Insatiable woman,” he teased.

“I did not know that about myself,” she replied, turning quickly to kiss his lips, “but I think you are right. The pain was awful at first, but then… it became the most extraordinary experience of my life. I’ve never… never felt that close to someone.” She paused, thinking, then added, “Is it so for all women?”

She felt Arthur sigh, and when he spoke, his voice had a tinge of sadness to it.

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