Page 127 of The Duke Who Saved Christmas
Thomas drew in a deep breath and lifted himself up, then stared down at me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I’m sure. I trust you.”
He groaned and covered my mouth with his once more. This kiss was hungrier than before, as if those few words had unleashed something within him. It ignited something deep inside me, and I responded with the same fervour, wrapping my legs around his waist and drawing him closer to me.
As if that was all he needed to fully convince him, he reached between us, removed his underwear, and pressed the head of his cock against my wet pussy.
I tilted my hips towards him. Answering my silent plea, he edged himself inside me, inch by inch until he was as deep as I could take him.
He pulled back, and our laboured breaths mingled in the space between our mouths.
“You okay?” he asked, touching his forehead to mine.
I nodded. “Yeah. Please, just—”
He eased back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me, before slowly pushing back in again.
“Yeah,” I breathed, tilting my head back. “Do that.”
He chuckled, somewhat breathlessly, and kissed my exposed neck. “Got it.”
And get it, he did.
His slow thrusts became rhythmic, a steady rolling of his hips that did things to me I couldn’t comprehend. Just when I thought I had some control over myself, he brought our mouths together, sliding his tongue against mine. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tighter and tighter as he picked up his pace, thrusting into me more aggressively than before.
My nails raked down his back. I couldn’t even think about the marks I would be leaving behind. All there was, was the sweet burning as my orgasm built deep inside me, growing layer by layer until my entire body was tingling in anticipation.
He kept slowing, as if he knew I was ready to go. Time and time again he denied me just before I reached the point of no return, but my throat was too dry from gasping to argue. I let out a broken moan, and he chuckled, nipping at my lower lip.
“All right,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ll give you what you want.”
I wanted to gasp out a “Yes!” of relief, but he pounded into me so hard I had to grab my thighs. The altered angle of my hips had him pushing even deeper, and as if that was exactly what my body needed, I fell to pieces.
My muscles clenched, my skin buzzed, and the most intense orgasm I’d felt in a long while took me hostage, making parts of my body tingle that I didn’t even knowcouldtingle.
“Sylvie, fuck.” Thomas groaned and jerked upright, pulling his hips back. He came on the back of my thigh, tilting his lower body just enough so that I could feel his release coating my skin.
I glanced down between our bodies, staring at the way he held his still-hard cock, his hand just pumping out of the last of his orgasm until it wetted the sheets beneath us.
He followed my gaze with his own. “If you look at me like that, we won’t be done here.”
I sucked my lower lip between my teeth before slowly releasing it. “That’s not the threat you think it is, do you know that?”
He stilled for a moment, then met my gaze with heated eyes. “Is that so?”
I smiled teasingly.
At least, that’s what I was going for.
“Just let me rehydrate, and you can make good on that so-called threat of yours.”
“Sylvie…” He ran his free hand through his hair. “You’re going to kill me.”
“That is my lifelong dream.”
He reached forwards and pinched my nipple, twisting it between his finger and thumb. I squeaked in both pain and pleasure, and he leant down, taking it between his lips. He rolled his tongue over it until the sting had disappeared, then touched his lips to my earlobe.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you, Sylvie Harding.”
