Page 51 of Duke of Chaos

“Yes,” she breathed, knowing she meant it fully.

With a moan, Ezra claimed her lips as he thrust his hips forward. The velvety head of his rigid shaft was thick and round as he slowly pushed between her parted petals and into her tight entrance. Lydia gasped against his mouth but focused on his kiss as his size stretched her.

It was uncomfortable at first, having so much inside, but she was surprised at how quickly the discomfort passed, and she let out a soft moan as she felt her inner walls begin to relax and pulse around each small thrust.

“Oh,” Lydia breathed against his lips, feeling her hips begin to move with his.

“Are you in pain?” Ezra asked quickly, breaking the kiss.

“No,” Lydia breathed, feeling pleasure begin to build higher, “I… thought this would hurt more.”

Ezra chuckled deeply as he leaned down to kiss her neck, and this time as he thrust his hips, sending him deeper inside of her, pain bloomed deep in her pelvis. She had not realized shehad not been taking his full length before; that he had only been letting her grow comfortable before he claimed her maidenhood.

Lydia’s teeth sank into Ezra’s shoulder as he let out a deep, guttural groan of pleasure, and she let her nails bite into his back as he filled her with all of him. The pain rippling through her belly was searing, but somehow she knew if his hips stopped, it would be worse. She clung to him desperately, letting his moans and whispers of praise help her relax until the pain ebbed to nothing.

When she felt his first full stroke without pain, Lydia released her teeth and nails, and Ezra moaned her name in praise as he moved to capture her lips again. Their kiss was deep, matching the rhythm of their thrusts as they made love for the first time, and she felt her body fully surrender to him.

She could still feel the small drops of rain finding their way through the thick branches of brambles that sheltered them, and it only amplified her pleasure. This was not how she’d pictured her first time; not how she’d ever dreamed losing her maidenhood would unfold. But in this moment in the park, Lydia felt as if her longtime dream was finally coming true.

She had never had an interest in making love outside before, had never even contemplated it; but as she felt Ezra’s thrusts move faster and her pleasure climb higher, she could not picture them anywhere else. For them,thiswas what they needed.

Ezra’s mouth captured her own once more as their pleasure continued to build, his hips now moving in a needy, almostdesperate fashion as her insides began to pain from his feral onslaught. He was so large, so thick, that even just the few moments they had shared were beginning to feel brutal.

“Stay with me, little dove,” Ezra panted, his eyes glowing as he pulled back from the kiss, “We are almost there.”

Lydia’s legs tightened around his waist as she felt another pulse of pleasure slam through her and past her blooming soreness as she felt Ezra’s member swell impossibly large before she felt her womb being flooded with his seed.

Ezra’s groan of release was like an invitation for her to follow, and as his thrusts became slow and sensual, she felt her own orgasm rush forth.

“Yes,” Ezra breathed, pulling her moans of pleasure into his mouth, as his hips slowed,Yes.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Her name is Sophia,” Ezra explained, handing Lydia a glass of wine. “And she is not my lover. She is my mother.”

They were back at his London house, both clean and dry after their passionate tumble in the park. They had lost track of time out in the rain, and by the time they had pulled their soaked and ruined clothes back on and went back home, it had turned dark. The servants had given them both crazed looks as they walked drenched and muddy through the foyer, but none of them dared to say a word.

In the privacy of his quarters, Ezra disrobed Lydia, helped her bathe, made love with her once more, and then wrapped her in one of his blankets before placing her in front of the fire. It had taken everything in him to leave her there; as he worried that she might panic and leave while he quickly bathed. When he returned to his bedroom wearing a pair of fresh briefs he was relieved to find Lydia exactly where he had left her.

He had been rough and desperate with her when he took her in the park, and it was impossible not to worry that it had been too much for her.

Yet she smiled at him warmly as she lounged on the settee, still cocooned in the blanket he’d wrapped her in. She looked happy and sated. It made something flutter in his belly, and he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips. He had shirts. Perhaps it would have been proper to offer her one, but when he went to fetch it for her he could not bring himself to do it. He much preferred the idea of simply unwrapping her.

First, though, they needed to talk.

“Your mother,” Lydia echoed, watching him as he took a seat in the chair across from her.

Her cheeks flooded with color, and she let her gaze fall to the floor.

“Goodness, how mortifying,” she breathed, shaking her head. “I amsosorry.”

“You have no need to be,” Ezra replied calmly. “You were right. I tease and taunt you all the time. What I have not done is share anything with you about my past. But yes, that beautiful, monstrous creature that you saw slapping me across the face was indeed my mother.”

Ezra watched a contemplative look form on Lydia’s face as she slowly took a sip of wine.

“Why did she slap you?” she asked calmly, turning her green eyes to him.

With that single look, Ezra was ready to pull her back into his lap and stop talking. He already wanted her again and the thought was taking over the majority of his thoughts. Instead, he gripped his whiskey glass harder and pushed his thighs deeper into his seat.

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