Page 70 of The Duke's Indecent Match
They were tears of overwhelm.
Of soul-wracking pleasure.
Of being physically shattered, yet made whole at the same time.
When her husband finally lifted his head, Kalina was practically delirious.Her head spun.Her body throbbed.She felt utterly boneless.
“Let go of the bed.”His voice was deep.Rumbly.Husky.
Kalina released her grip, and her fingers ached from having held it so tightly for so long.
Gripping her hips, he turned her over.
She gasped at the sensation of her nipples brushing against the sheets as he pulled her hips back toward him, forcing her to bend at the knees and lifting her bottom into the air.Everything felt so sensitive, she could hardly bear it, yet she knew she must because he had yet to actually engage in what her mother had described as the marital act.
Something thick and hard prodded at her womanhood, much thicker than his fingers, then began to push in.His fingers wrapped around her hips, holding her in place as he began to stretch her open, and she cried out at the shocking sensation of being duly invaded.As strange as his fingers had felt inside her, this was even more so.
It did hurt, a little, the way her mother had warned her it might, but she was so slick, so relaxed from the bouts of ecstasy, it was far easier than it might have been if he’d attempted this when he’d first entered her bed.With her cheek pressed against the pillow, Kalina moaned, shuddering as he retreated, then thrust in deeper.Far deeper than his fingers had gone.
The intimacy of having him inside her so fully, stretching her so wonderfully, was even more so than even his mouth.She could feel him sliding deep into her body, connecting the two of them in a dance as old as time.His guttural groan as he pulled out, then thrust forward for a third time, sliding all the way inside her until his groin bumped up against her bottom, sent a shiver down her spine.
“Bloody hell, your pussy is perfect for my cock,” he muttered.
The strange words revolved around her head.A cat?And a rooster?Odd choices, yet somehow, here in the dark, they fit together as perfectly as he did with her.
Kalina did not know if she was supposed to answer since he had told her to hush, but a moment later, he was pulling away again, then thrusting in, and it did not matter because she had no voice, anyway.He moved inside her, retreating and advancing, his fingers gripping her tight as he thrust into her from behind.The sensation of his slick glide, some part of him slapping against the swollen nub of her clitoris as he did so, sent her on paroxysms of pleasure again.
There was no climb—she had already reached the precipice multiple times.This was almost as though she was caught up in the wind and taken up to the clouds, twisting in its grip and unable to escape the waves of pleasure that were so intense, they were almost painful.Every thrust had his cock touching some part of her that sparked and flared with renewed rapture, and she sobbed in agonizing ecstasy as the sensual assault went on and on and on.
His pace picked up, taking her harder, faster, and she cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow as she turned her face into it.The wetness of where her tears had soaked into the fabric moved over her skin as the overwhelming sensations wracked her already rattled senses.
Hereford let out a wordless cry, burying himself inside her.She could feel him, hard and hot and thick and pulsing.Her body gripped him, squeezing the thick length of his cock, as warmth filled her.
His seed.
Slowly, the grip on her hips relaxed.One arm slid under her, holding her against him as he rolled them onto their sides, his hardness still buried inside her.Kalina felt the warmth of his body against her back, his hard muscles holding her tightly.
His nose was buried in her hair, and he inhaled deeply, his grip on her waist slowly loosening.
Everything felt right with the world.
With him wrapped around her, her body both exhausted and sated, she closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.
26
Kalina
Deliciously sore, cheeks hot with heat because she was not sure how she was going to look her husband in the eye this morning, Kalina braved the dining room to break her fast.Even before she entered, she could hear the chatter of higher voices alongside Hereford’s deeper one, so she knew the rest of the family was there.
She had slept for longer than she usually did.
Margaret had had to rouse her rather forcefully to keep her from oversleeping.
Perhaps that was no surprise, considering the lateness at which she had actually fallen asleep—and the exertion of her activities immediately before.Those activities were the reason for her hot cheeks.
She was uncertain how she was to act toward Hereford now that they’d engaged in such intimacies.Now that he’d put his mouth on every part of her, now that he’d beeninsideher.Yet there was no other option but to carry on.
For the first time, she somewhat understood the British attitude of keeping a stiff upper lip.It did help get one through embarrassing moments.
