Page 28 of The Hero

Nothing Gideon had done so far today had caused her to so much as question that trust for a single moment. “Yes,” she agreed breathily.

She was completely robbed of breath over the next few minutes as Gideon’s tongue stroked and softened the tight rosette enough so that he could push first a single finger inside her before replacing it with the hot moisture of his tongue.

Harry’s senses fragmented, pleasure coursing hotly through her veins, the moment he did the latter. His hold on her hips was not enough to hurt her, but strong enough it managed to hold her in place as she rode out the maelstrom of release ignited by the thrusting of Gideon’s tongue deep inside that rosette.

* * *

Gideon moved to lie beside Harry, his caressing hands bringing her down slowly from the orgasm that had coursed through her still shaking and shuddering body.

The pleasure of making love with her was more intense than anything he had ever experienced before.

A pleasure that ignited anew when Harry, no longer trembling as badly, rose onto her knees to kneel between his parted thighs. “I am going to make love to you now.” It was her hands that moved to unfasten his pantaloons and drawers before moving them aside and releasing his cock.

Gideon knew what she would see as her gaze feasted hotly on his shaft. It was eight inches in length, and her fingers didn’t reach all the way round when she curled them about the girth. The top was a deep and glistening blood red, pre-cum escaping from the slit at the top.

“Can I…lick it?” she faltered shyly.

“Lick it. Suck it. Stroke the length up and down. Hold and squeeze my balls while you suck,” he told her without hesitation. “Push a finger inside my anus and seek out the gland there, if you wish to really intensify my pleasure.” Or, at least, so he had been told. He did not usually allow such intrusive intimacies to take place with any woman.

Until Harry.

She proceeded to carry out every one of those invitations, the last, as she pressed her finger against the spongy gland inside him, caused rope after rope of cum to shoot from the top of his cock and into her mouth.

Even then she didn’t balk, swallowing down every pulse of that hot seed until he was completely drained.

Gideon gathered her tightly to his side as she came to lie beside him, her head against his shoulder as they both drifted in the sea of pleasure the two of them had created together.

CHAPTER TEN

Gideon realized, the moment he opened his eyes and became aware of his surroundings, that he had fallen asleep beside Harry, in her bed, after the two of them had made love.

He also realized that the reason he had woken at all was because someone was knocking on the bedchamber door.

“Harry?” Lady Whiting called softly through the wooden door. “Harry, darling, I thought you would like to know your father is awake and asking for you.”

Gideon’s heart became heavy. Not because of any wish on his part for Dunhill not to survive his injury, but because he might now be able to ask the other man if he had run Plymouth through with a sword and killed him.

Possibly putting an end to any chance there might be any sort of future for himself and Harry.

* * *

Harry startled awake at the sound of her aunt’s voice, the proximity telling her the older woman was just on the other side of her bedchamber door. Along with the knowledge that the half-naked body pressed closely against her back, along with the arm draped about her waist and the half-hard cock pressing against her bottom, all belonged to Gideon Harrington, the Duke of Oxford.

Which instantly brought back images of the two of them making love earlier this morning before they had obviously fallen asleep in each other’s arm. She had seen flashes of the deeply erotic emotions beneath Gideon’s veneer of haughty coldness, and earlier today, that fierceness had driven Harry’s desires as well as his.

Even so, Harry began to panic at the realizing her aunt was standing just on the other side of that door. A glance toward the window, revealing the direction of the sun, told her it was now late in the afternoon.

“Steady,” Gideon murmured softly beside her ear.

“My father could have taken a turn for the worse,” she hissed before raising her voice to ask that very question. “Has Papa’s fever worsened, Aunt?”

“Is it… No, no,” the older woman instantly assured. “It is much less than it was. He is awake, and I have managed to persuade him of the benefit of taking sips of water. Which he has done successfully.”

But something was wrong, Harry could hear it in her aunt’s tone of voice.

“Stay calm,” Gideon soothed again beside her. “At least it sounds as if your father is recovering.”

“And my aunt is outside in the hallway!”

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