Page 77 of The Duke's Mysterious Lover
So she planted her hands on his shoulders and straightened, arching her back so her breasts were on display. Holding his gaze, trying to show him howseriousthis was, Kit began to move.
She rocked atop him, riding him the way he pumped into her when they’d shared the bed.Shecontrolled the pace, controlled the building pleasure.
And through it all, she didn’t allow him to look away.
His expression turned from desperation to tortured to surrender, and Kit knew he was ready.
“Come for me, Thorne. Love, give it up. Let me carry some of the weight. Let me help you.”
Her words, her commands, were accompanied by plunges, each one bringinghercloser and closer to a climax. It wouldn’t be long, and she prayed he was right there with her.
Thorne’s brows drew in. “Ye—Kit, ye first,” he rasped.
If that would help him…
She slowed, concentrating on her own pleasure. The thrusts became deeper, slower. She rotated her hips, the sensations shooting sparks of sheerjoythrough her.
And then Thorne’s hands moved to the small of her back. It wasn’t a sensitive spot, but he washoldingher. He was protecting her, caring for her.
That, more than anything, triggered her peak.
Kit’s eyes went wide, her nostrils flaring, as pleasure burst across her senses. Her thighs unconsciously tightened around his, her feet leaving the floor as white-hot ecstasy burst through her.
And through it all, he held her gaze.
“Thorne,” she gasped, rocking forward, into his hold. “Please.Give it to me.”
It triggered something in his eyes. His expression relaxed,he plastered her against him and almost lifted her with the force of his upward thrust. Once, twice—
He roared her name as he spilled into her. “Kit! OhGod, Kit!”
Her inner muscles still spasmed around him, each shudder sending pleasure through her in diminishing waves. But shefeltthe warmth of his seed as it filled her, seeping from her.
A sense ofrightnesssettled around her, and with almost desperate need, Kit wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, until his head was burrowed in the crook of her neck, his arms tight around her back.
She felt him shuddering.
It was a long moment before Kit finally relaxed into his hold, and he exhaled, long and haltingly. Another dozen breaths before Thorne finally lifted his head.
There were tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Kit.”
Her hold tightened. “Don’t you dare apologize, Your Grace. That wasmagnificent.”
“It was.” When he inhaled, it sounded close to a sob. “I shouldnae have—” He bit down on his words, then shook his head and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder again. “Christ, Kit, I should’ve been more careful. I’ve never before—I’ve never lost…I’m sorry.”
It suddenly dawned on her what he meant. Today was the first time he’d spilled inside her.
And she couldn’t be sorry. Wrapping her fingers through his hair, she tugged him up so she could capture his gaze. “I’m not sorry.”
He blinked, wariness flickering across his expression.
“Thorne.” She gave him a little shake. “That was incredible.” She squeezed her inner muscles and saw his eyes widen slightly at the sensation. “It still is.”
One of his hands spread open, his fingers warm against her back. “It was.” He swallowed. “Kit, that was…”
Magnificent.
Another shuddering breath as he looked away. “I shouldnae have been so selfish.”
