Page 69 of The Duke's Second Bride
“Please what?” he asked.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said.
Her desperation was such that she could not possibly bring herself to say anything but the unfiltered truth. There was no room left in her for shame.
“But I am inside you,” he said, curling his fingers once more.
She would never have guessed that her stoic, serious, not-at-all rakish husband would have it in him to be such a tease.
“All of you,” she said breathlessly. “I want all of you, Christian. Please.”
“Mmm, so eager already. I promise you’ll beg for more,” he beamed, then immediately gave in to her request.
She felt him press the full length of his body against hers, hiking her legs up around his hips.
He pressed into her slowly, giving her time to grow accustomed to the way he fit inside her.
Despite how well he had prepared her, he was so large that it still took a moment to adjust. She let out a shaky breath, pressing her face to his shoulder.
“Is that good, darling?” he murmured against her hair.
After a moment, she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, keep going.”
Having received her permission to continue, he pulled out, then pressed back in gently. He continued at this pace for several strokes until, filled with impatience, Ava clawed at his hips and rocked her hips into his to signal that he could go faster.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Such a good girl,” he murmured as he thrust into her at a quickened pace, giving her pleasure in long, hard strokes.
The quickened rhythm sent a delicious tension spiraling through her, every nerve alight with sensation. She pressed closer, clutching at his shoulder as though holding herself together, teetering on the edge, aware only of the heat of him beneath her hands and the way he drew her higher with every movement.
At one particular thrust, he hit a spot which had her crying aloud. Immediately taking notice, he continued to aim for that angle, drawing out moan after pleasured moan around her.
As she teetered on the edge again, her body finally tipped over, shuddering with release. She clenched down instinctively, trembling and gasping as waves of pleasure washed through her. He responded with a low, guttural moan of his own, yet never faltered, pressing into her with steady, insistent precision. He moved with a single purpose: to drive her higher, to hold her on the knife’s edge of ecstasy again and again.
“Are you spent?” he muttered. “Or shall I stop?”
Every touch was exquisite torture, her skin alive and hypersensitive from the repeated waves of ecstasy, and still, she hungered for more. She nodded, pressing closer, hands running along the heat of him, memorizing every curve, every line of his body.
“Do not stop,” she said fiercely, before pressing her lips back to his.
Kissing him as he was inside her was a new kind of delirium, so intoxicating, so consuming. Their bodies moved together in seamless rhythm, each moan, each shiver feeding the other, every movement a shared surrender.
Her final climax struck her with a breathtaking force, catching her completely off guard. She had not imagined she could reach such heights again so soon, yet the combination of heat, touch, and devotion carried her there. She clung to him, gasping, trembling, lost in pure sensation.
And that, at last, proved too much for him. With one last deep, shuddering moan, Christian gave himself over completely, his body moving in time with her lingering aftershocks, a final release that left them both breathless and trembling together.
They clung to each other, both dazed by the sheer force of overwhelming pleasure. Their skin was slick and damp, and their breathing staggered, uneven.
Christian rolled over to lie next to her. Ava could have cried at the loss of him inside her. It felt like going from being whole to being incomplete.
Still, she comforted herself with the heat and bulk of him next to her. She rolled over and lay her head upon his chest. He matched the movement by wrapping an arm around her, pulling her in closer.
“Are you all right?” he asked, voice low and rough.
She nuzzled into him. “Better than I ever thought possible,” she whispered.
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