Page 93 of The Duke's Vice

“Ready for… oh!”

He began to move his hips, gently at first. Their rhythm was soft and exploratory. Her hands roamed over the hard plains of his back as his tender kisses trailed over her cheeks, neck and breasts.

Soon his movements became more erratic. His hips pushed into her harder and faster. He lifted his head and rested it on her forehead. Ezra’s eyes were set and focused on hers.

“Tell me you’re mine. For tonight, you’re mine. Say it.” He demanded.

“I’m yours, Ezra. I’m yours.” Beatrice said in between her moans and gasps.

At her words he squeezed his eyes shut and moved his hips even harder against her.

Fire burned throughout her body, burning whatever was left of the girl that entered this room. Her body met his rhythm, challenging him to go over the edge with her. She wanted him to be as lost to the moment as she was.

Beatrice snaked a hand into his hair as the other one held onto his shoulder. She pulled at his hair. He let out a moan when she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed.

“Ezra,” she cried out. “I’m yours!”

Ezra growled as his body bunched over top of her. Together they reached their peaks. Each calling out in ecstasy as they hurdled over the edge of euphoria.

She let her legs fall to the side, her soul still trying to find a way back her body. Her eyes fell closed as her breathing started to even itself out. Ezra rolled off of her and gathered her under his arm.

She cuddled against him as he pulled a blanket over them.

An overwhelming sense of emotion washed over Beatrice. She bit her lip to stop it from quivering. How embarrassing that she would respond to such a beautiful and life altering moment with tears!

“Are you well?” He mumbled.

Alarmed Beatrice looked up to him, swatting at her tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

He pulled her back down to rest her head on his chest. “It’s not the worst reaction I’ve had, not the best, either.” He joked.

She laughed into his chest. “Can I ask you a question?”

Ezra nodded.

“Is it always like that?”

Ezra raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Beatrice sat up, not caring that she was no longer covered by the blanket. She waved her hands in front of her hoping to catch the correct wording. For someone who reads as much as her, one would think she would have a better handle on her vocabulary.

“Like this,” she waved her hand between them. “So… explosive, all consuming. Euphoric.”

A wide smile danced across his face. “Well, I must say, that is one way to make up for crying. Euphoric, huh?”

Beatrice pushed at his chest. “Stop. You know what I mean. Is it?”

Ezra placed his hands behind his head, accentuating those arm muscles she loved to drool over.

“As much as I would love to take credit for the euphoria alone, I must be honest with you…”

She leaned in waiting for him to continue.

He simply shook his head. “It’s not.”

The words hung heavy between them. She felt like that admission should mean something more. Did it?

“Well, then.” She sighed. “I guess I should be happy I got to experience it then.”

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