Page 94 of The Phantom Duke
Maria saw it. Shefeltit. That need, raw and unsatisfied, that wild hunger barely restrained. She had him. She had always had him.
Whatever secrets lay beyond the doors, they would wait. Maria had already unlocked the most dangerous one of all.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking with need.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. Cool air swept over her exposed rear, as he finally lifted the skirts past her waist. “Hold this,” he murmured.
She complied, her heart hammering so loudly that she heard its echo reverberating inside her skull. Fabric rustled behind her, and she felt him pressed against her rear.
“Oh,God,” she groaned.
He chuckled. “So scandalized,” he teased. “Did you not ask for this?”
“I did.”
“Has your courage abandoned you?”
She had a retort on the tip of her tongue.No, her courage had not abandoned her. She was his wife and had long been prepared to attend to her wifely duties, but he was such a tease?—
But then, his finger pressed between her folds and slowly entered her, driving all her clever retorts from her head. She groaned raggedly, as his finger moved in and out in a steady rhythm. Lewd, wet sounds filled her ears, as he pumped his finger in and out, stretching her inner walls.
“Oh…” she whispered.
All her muscles grew taut, and she bucked her hips, grinding against his hand and trying to get more of his touch against her sex. He kept his arm wrapped beneath her breasts, but coaxed her into leaning forward. She imagined how ridiculous she must appear, how unseemly, for she was bent over his arm, her buttocks raised and brushing against him.
“Shall we?” he asked.
“Please…” she whispered.
His tip pressed against her entrance, and her thighs shook. There was the smallest pinch, and she hissed between her teeth. As he sheathed himself inside her, she had the strangest sensation of being filled. It was not uncomfortable, but tight and just a little unfulfilling.
She cried out and moved against him, shifting and adjusting, trying to take him more comfortably. “Oh, Damien!” she cried out, wanting and uncomfortable and eager.
“So greedy!” he whispered, nipping at her neck. “So wanton!”
Damien pulled himself out, and she whimpered as he pushed into her once again. He quickened his pace, in and out, and each push forward threatened to knock her off her balance.
A new sensation, sharp and building, grew between her thighs. She groaned with need and pushed back against him, meeting every thrust with a buck of her hips and a push of her buttocks against him. The feeling grew, tears coming to her eyes as her body begged to—to achieve something?—
Suddenly, it all released. She gasped, her thighs and knees quivering, as a jolt of pleasure swept over her. Maria cried out, her thoughts all leaping from her. Damien continued bucking and jolting his hips against her, his body shaking?—
Or was it her own?
With a roar, he seized her hips and pulled her hard against him. Maria cried out, as a rush of warmth wetness filled her. She gasped for air, her body damp with sweat.
A low laugh rumbled from him, and he kissed her jaw. “Satisfied, my wife?”
She gasped breathlessly. “You are…impossible,” Maria groaned.
“Only when I am with you.”
He unsheathed himself, and Maria dropped her skirts. The fabric fell easily over her legs, but it felt so strange, being suddenly clothed after fully exposing herself to him.
“You kept me waiting,” she said, “but it was worth it.”
“Good,” he said, his eyes alight with mischief. “But be warned, my wife, I have now developed an insatiable appetite to be inside you. I fear that you have awakened something within me that cannot be put to bed again.”
“The house is far larger than I imagined that it would be,” Ezekiel said.
