Page 68 of The Duke's Unclaimed Bride
He bit her neck lightly as his thrusts deepened, making her shiver from the sensual mix of pleasure and pain. Their skin gleamed with sweat as they came together, each thrust faster than the last.
“Laurence,” she cried, her hand moving to grasp his hair.
“Edith,” he panted.
His hands moved to hold her hips, deepening the angle. She gasped. She had to bite down on her tongue so as not to scream in ecstasy. He groaned, and she was sure she felt him throb inside her.
“I want to hear more,” he moaned.
It sounded like a plea to her ears.
“Then do more,” she replied breathlessly.
He gave her a wicked grin, then gripped her ankles and raised her feet until they rested on his shoulders. Perched on his knees, he nudged the tip of his throbbing member inside her, never going the full length, and she groaned in frustration.
With a cry, she rose, gripped the back of his thighs, and with all of the force she could muster, drove him into her as she moaned with frenzied bliss.
“More, more,” she panted against his skin.
Without slowing his thrusts into her moist, heated cavern, Laurence nibbled and sucked on her pert breasts, each one a rosebud topped with a sensitive, pink nipple, making her arch her back to be nearer to the source of her pleasure.
Liquid fire coursed through her as her arousal mounted. Her mind and body hummed in a state of elation and excitement.
With the tip of his thumb, he found her hard bud and rubbed maddening circles on it.
She let out a choked gasp and dug her nails into his sides. “Laurence, don’t stop!” she begged.
“Never,” he moaned.
He picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing tighter, harder circles as she bucked and writhed, overwhelmed by a mounting elation that threatened to push her into insanity.
White hot pleasure flooded through her, and she screamed as she found her release.
Laurence quickly followed, his pulsing member filling her with his warm seed as he drove himself deep within her, until he too was utterly spent.
They lay panting on the sofa as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Edith’s leg was draped across his hips. Laurence wrapped his arms around her tightly and nuzzled her neck.
“You were incredible, wife,” he murmured.
“So were you. I didn’t know it could be like that,” she breathed.
“Like what?” he asked, pulling back.
She rose and turned her head to look into his sparkling blue eyes. “Intense, intoxicating, all-consuming, like I might get lost in it.”
He smiled at her tenderly and kissed her forehead. “You were perfect,” he murmured against her skin.
She gently reached up to touch his scarred cheek. He froze, an automatic response, but then leaned into her touch.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?” he asked with a chuckle. “I haven’t exactly been a model husband.”
“No, but you gave me this, and you made sure I enjoyed it.”
“Of course, but we should get up now, or the other guests will notice how long we’ve been gone.”
“Indeed.” She giggled.
