Page 66 of Debating with the Duke (Second Sons of London 2)

That gave her some comfort.

“I do enjoy your kisses,” she admitted. “And the places you have kissed me.”

Now, his smile grew positively devilish. “Oh, there are more places to kiss you, Your Grace. And I plan to show you.”

He certainly did.

Adalyn found herself panting. With exertion. With want. With need. All because of this man’s fiery kiss.

Then he ran a finger along the seam of her sex and she came undone.

The throbbing there dominated her every thought.

“Do you like that, Addie?” Ev asked.

Before she responded, he pushed a finger inside her. She gasped.

“It is just another place to touch you.”

Her cheeks grew hot, thinking of him touching her so intimately. The blush continued as he began stroking her deeply and she moaned. Her hips moved, meeting his stroke. Ev kissed her deeply now, his tongue mimicking what his finger did. Then a second finger joined the first and she thought she might lose her mind. Pressure began building and she thought she might explode at any moment.

Ev broke the kiss and said, “Let it come, Addie. Let it wash over you. Drown yourself in the pleasure.”

She whimpered and raised her hips and then a blinding warmth spread through her as she squealed. A dam within her burst, flooding her with unimaginable pleasure. She laughed and Ev joined in as she danced with the tidal wave consuming her body. It finally ended, exhausting her, and Ev kissed her deeply as he moved so that he crouched just above her.

Before she knew what he would do, he pressed his cock against her and pushed hard. She shrieked, her nails clawing his back. He didn’t move again. The pain quickly receded.

“I am sorry I had to do that,” he apologized. “It’s done.”

A feeling similar to the one before began building within her and she moved against him. It felt good. Right. He withdrew a bit and pushed into her again. Adalyn tensed but found no pain. Just friction—which felt awfully good.

“Shall I continue?” he asked, his voice low and husky as his lips grazed her ear.

“Yes.”

He did, moving in and out, each thrust going deeper and bringing with it the most marvelous feeling. Soon, she clung to him as they danced a dance more intimate than any waltz, building to a crescendo that caused her to call out his name as the same feelings of bliss encompassed her. At the same time, Ev shouted hoarsely and then collapsed atop her, driving her into the mattress.

Adalyn held tight to him, not wanting this moment to ever end.

He rolled slightly and she found herself on her side, gazing into his stormy gray eyes.

“How do you like lovemaking, Your Grace?” he asked playfully.

“It did involve a lot of touching. And kissing. I see what you meant about finding places on one another.” She tweaked his nipple and he growled.

“You are a fast learner.”

“When can we do it again?” she asked eagerly, forgetting that a duchess would never ask such a question.

Ev chuckled. “Not for a while. It takes a man a while to recover. And this was your first time, so you will be sore.”

He slipped from her arms and left the bed. Going to the pitcher, he poured water into the basin and dipped a cloth into it before wringing it out. Bringing both to the bed, she pulled the sheet up to cover her.

“Let me clean you. It is just a bit of blood. Nothing to concern yourself with. It won’t happen again now that I’ve breached your maidenhead.”

“It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would,” she admitted.

And then she realized how very unlike a duchess her behavior had been. With a frosty tone, she told her new husband, “I would prefer to attend to myself.”

She watched him stiffen. Reluctantly, he set the basin down and brushed a lock of hair from her brow before pressing a kiss upon it. She winced as he did so, disappointed in her wanton behavior.

“I will see you in the morning,” he told her.

Ev left without a backward glance as Adalyn’s heart ripped in two.

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