Page 89 of Duke of Seduction

She whimpered at the salty, clean taste of Morgan’s muscled torso, and placed another slow, seductive kiss on the next muscle down, this time letting her tongue flick across his flesh. With another groan, Morgan reached out, thrusting his hands through her pinned hair, and drew her lips to his in a deep kiss.

“Maybe we will continue our lesson later,” Morgan rasped against her lips.

Helena nodded willingly as she felt him lift her up into his lap, then to the bed where he pressed her back against the silky sheets and began to devour her. He kissed and licked his tongue over her lips, her neck and then her breasts, where his tongue and teeth played until she felt an overwhelming ache form in her lower belly and swell there until it exploded in a gush of pleasure.

From there Morgan’s mouth traveled down her abdomen and towards her sex, his kisses growing hungrier and rougher until he reached the valley of her inner thighs.

“Morgan!” She moaned, her hands thrusting into his hair as he fused his mouth to her dewy, fragrant petals.

“Very good, little one. Say my name,” Morgan groaned, increasing her pleasure by inserting two fingers into her heated, wet canal.

Without thinking Helena obeyed, chanting his name over and over again until another release tore through her body and blinded her mind with a brilliant white light. With needy hands she gripped his shoulders and dragged him up her body.

“Please, Morgan,” she whimpered, her feet and legs working at lowering his trousers.

When Morgan pulled away to remove his trousers, Helena caught a glimmer of something she had never seen in him before; a lack of control.

Suddenly, she realized that he had probably imagined their first time unfolding differently, but because he too was so built up with desire, he had abandoned all of his plans and relinquished his need to maintain the upper hand. For the first time, they were on the same level of frenzy, and Morgan had just as little control over his need as she did.

“Come here, my love,” Morgan whispered, lying on top of her as his mouth joined with hers.

Helena’s legs wrapped securely around his waist, inviting him to settle his hips into hers.

“Take a deep breath,” his sultry voice commanded, thrusting between her soaking petals.

Helena obeyed the command as if she could not help it, then the sight of Morgan’s handsome face looking down at her blurred as she felt a deep, aching pain begin to pulse in her womb. Her breath blew out in a rush as her back arched into the tight fit of Morgan’s manhood, and through the pain she felt a familiar spark of ecstasy.

“Morgan,” she whispered, looking up at him pleadingly as she dug her nails into his forearms.

Her vision drew into focus again as she felt the gentle rock of his hips, and she whimpered when she saw the adoring, fascinated look in his forest-green eyes.

“I’m right here, Persephone,” he promised, lowering himself to his elbows so he could hold her closer. “Move your hips with me, that’s it. There, is that not better?”

The shift into the more intimate position caused the fullness she felt to expand, and for a moment, she whimpered in pain as she took in even more of her aroused husband. Through it though, she heard his gentle command, and began to move her hips in the same rhythm as his.

Helena’s whimper of pain slipped into a relaxing sigh of pleasure as the discomfort melted away, and her body relaxed completely beneath him. Deep, resounding waves of pleasure were emanating through her entire body as they moved together, and after only a moment, she forgot that there was any pain to begin with.

“Yes,little one, look at me,” Morgan moaned. “Let me see thosebeautifuleyes. Do you need me to stop?”

“No!” Helena gasped, her lashes fluttering open as her hands instantly clutched to his biceps.

For a moment she had gotten so lost in the hypnotic pleasure of their lovemaking that her head had lulled back into the pillows and her entire being filled with fiery sparks of pleasure. Morgan chuckled wickedly, drawing his chiseled lips into a devilish smile before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss and driving his hips faster.

His name ripped from her lips once more as Morgan began to release his own need, and her fingernails dug deeper, scratching little red rivers over his bulging biceps and shoulders. The little sparks of pleasure were quickly growing into fires, erupting their ecstasy through every pore and tooth.

She hadn’t even realized she’d leaned up and bit his neck until his roar of mixed pleasure and pain erupted in her ears. Suddenly his hand was at the back of her head, locking her teeth in place upon his flesh as his hips drew into an impossibly fast pace. Locked into him, unable to do anything but hold on, Helena moaned her ecstasy into the deepening bite mark on Morgan’s chest as the pleasure emanating from her womanhood became too much to bear.

When her release flooded through her, a rainbow of color flooded behind Helena’s eyes like never before. For a moment, the intensity of the pleasure was so much she could not breathe, could not unroll her eyes — and then Morgan’s release came. Her name poured from his lips like a thunderous prayer as he suddenly thrust into her with all his remaining might, and she whimpered wickedly when she felt his seed rushing to meet her own orgasm.

“Oh, my god,” Helena breathed when Morgan’s grip finally released her biting hold on his neck.

Her heart still beating rapidly, her body still trembling from their intensity, she drew in deep mouthfuls of breath as Morgan slipped to her right; placing kisses along her neck as he took his own deep breaths.

“Oh, my Helena,” Morgan groaned, giving her a sly smile before moving up to kiss her.

Amid her thrumming post-coital ecstasy, Helena giggled into Morgan’s lips. Their arms drew warmly around one another, melding them close.

“How bad is the pain?” he whispered, stroking his hand lovingly over cheek and jaw.

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