Page 94 of The Duke's Indecent Match
Nathanial hauled her up off his lap, sitting her on the desk before him, and she emitted a little squeal as her bottom met the hard wood.She looked up at him, dark eyes shiny with sparkling tears, a single track running down her cheek, her swollen lips parted.They’d always met in the dark.He’d never had anything but his imagination to tell him how she looked.
Now, he knew he’d never be able to get the sight of passion and need on his wife’s face out of his mind.
His lips crashed down on hers, his body sliding between her thighs.Her skirt was already up around her hips.One arm around her body to hold her against him, his other hand fumbled between them, undoing the front of his trousers—or at least, attempting to when most of his focus was on her lips.
How she tasted.
How she molded to him.
How her tongue met his in a dance of pure need.
He did not just kiss her—he claimed her.And when he finally managed to free his cock and pull her to the edge of the desk so he could plunge inside her, he reveled in the sensation of both his cock and his tongue ravishing her senses.Kissing her breathless as he began to move, hard and fast, his hands holding her at the edge of the desk, her hands wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back with all the passion a man could hope for.
He wanted to devour her.
Leaning forward, he felt one of her hands slip away, going behind her to help keep her in position as he thrust, sliding his cock deep inside her before retreating.
Her lips slipped away from his as their movements became more frenetic, more impassioned.
“Oh… oh God…” Her soft, high voice caressed his ears.But that was not what he wanted her to say.
“My name.Say my name.”
Her pussy clenched around him, drenching him with her arousal, and he thrust hard into the soft, wet haven.
“Hereford!”
Nathanial growled against her throat, nipping at the soft skin there.
“My name, Kalina.”
The way her muscles tightened around him was a spasm, a convulsion of ecstasy.
“Nathanial!Oh God… Nathanial!”She cried out his name, louder each time, as he moved harder and faster, his name on her lips sending him into an animalistic frenzy of need.He could not get deep enough inside her, could not be close enough to her to satisfy himself.
Falling back into his chair, he took her with him, her legs straddling him, and she moved against his body, rubbing herself against him as her own ecstasy spiraled.For the first time, he was able to watch as she threw her head back in pure feminine bliss, crying out his name as she peaked, clenching around his cock as his own need came to its inevitable climax.
Sliding one hand up to the back of her neck, he pulled her forward, claiming her mouth again as his hips lifted slightly, devouring her cries of passion as his cock spurted inside her.The clenching of her muscles milked his length, pulled spurt after spurt of seed from him, leaving him utterly wrung out and panting, her lips soft and hovering just above his.
He'd kissed his wife.
And now that he’d started, he did not ever want to stop.
Kalina lifted her head.Stared at him, as if she did not know what to do now.
Neither did he.
He was still inside her.It felt as though the wall between them had come tumbling down.But what did they do without it?
How did they act?
What did he say?
A knock at the door made both of them jump, especially as the door rattled a moment later.
“Nathanial?Why is your door locked?Is Kalina in there?Is she well?I thought I heard something.”Fiona’s questions came rapidly and had a similar effect on both him and his wife.She jumped to her feet, hands immediately going to her hair as her skirts fell into place—rumpled and wrinkled, but thankfully, Fiona would hardly know what it meant.
The loss of her warmth against him, around him, was deeply felt, despite how he jumped to his feet as well, righting his own clothing and securing his trousers back in place.
