Page 68 of A Bride for the Cruel Duke

Her heart was open and all that was left was for Anthony to tear it out and prove her a fool... or to admit to the feelings that she knew she saw in his eyes.

He studied her closely. He licked his lips as his eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips to her body and back to her eyes. Body shaking. Breathing ragged. Those few seconds which he considered felt like minutes and she wondered briefly if she had misread him entirely.

That was when he kissed her.

She saw it coming, but it still caught her by surprise. His hand was moving to the side of her face. His lips were finding her mouth. His tongue, parting her lips and sliding inside her mouth. She gasped but then caught her breath quickly, relaxing as she gave herself over to him fully. No more fighting. No more pretending. She wanted this, and she needed him to know it.

They kissed with passion. They kissed with fire. They kissed with a sense that the world might end at any second, so they’d better take full advantage of the time they had. Both his hands were now on her face holding her, his lips and tongue devouring her as if she was life itself. This was not their first kiss, but it was the first one that they were both fully involved in. Both seeming to know that this time, the kiss would only be the beginning.

His hand moved down her body and went for her leg. She gave it to him, allowing herself to be lifted so that she was straddling him. He pulled his face back and then attacked her neck; wet kisses showering her collarbone, each one sending a pulse of pleasure through her body.

Her hands gripped him by the head, holding his face into her chest. But as much as she wished to concentrate on his tongue and his lips, she felt something between her legs which forced her attention.

It was through his pants that she felt it. His manhood; rigid and rubbing against her thigh. She moaned as she leaned into him, acting on instinct as she began to grind her hips into him so that he was pressed against the lips between her thighs. Her body was shuddering now. Wetness dripped from her. Caroline might have been relatively inexperienced, but she knew enough to know what she wanted next.

“Anthony...” She moaned as his hands cupped her breasts on the outside of her dress. He seemed frustrated, tearing now at her corset in an effort to open it without destroying the garment. “Anthony...”

“Caroline...” Her corset came open enough for him to pry it away from her body, both hands clasped at the neck of her dress, which he then tore down so that her breasts spilled over the top. His lips found her right nipple, and then her left.

“I want...” She breathed with pleasure, the way he sucked on her nipples making it hard to think, let alone speak. “I want you to... I want you to...”

Suddenly, Anthony pulled his lips free and looked at her. “Caroline...” He held her eyes, serious all of a sudden. “I want it too. If…” He held her eyes for a moment longer. “If you are ready.”

“I am,” she said without hesitation.

His eyes flashed with hunger and desire. She saw in them the answer, as words were no longer required. Still looking at her, his hands became busy by his crotch, and her heart raced as her eyes slowly drifted down his body, just in time to see him release his manhood for the very first time.

It was thick, swelling before her eyes, throbbing as if it had a life of its own. Despite herself, Caroline felt her mouth salivate and without even knowing what to do, she moved her hand for it, wrapping its girth and squeezing.

“Oh... God...” Anthony moaned.

“Like this?” she asked, squeezing again.

“No,” Anthony growled. His hands moved to her buttocks, lifting her in the air. “Like this.” He lowered her gently then, over his member, right on top and then down its length one inch at a time.

She gasped and her eyes widened. Her breath left her. Her entire body went stiff as if from panic... only to melt as she felt Anthony slide deeper and deeper inside. It was uncomfortable at first, even painful. But Anthony was gentle, ensuring that she didn’t take him all at once. And all the while he held her eyes so he could see how she might react, sensing her pleasure the deeper inside of her he went, keeping her steady as he stretched and filled her until she had taken all of him.

“Anth—” Anthony cut her off by kissing her. And he continued to kiss her passionately as he began to thrust inside of her.

His hands held her by the butt as he lifted her up and down on top of him. She rested on her knees, finding her own rhythm as she felt his member sliding slowly in and out of her. Up and down, she moved. Back and forth. Each time she did, it sent a pulse through her body which she felt touch at her heart.

She started to move faster. Anthony matched her pace. Still kissing, still devouring each other—it was messy but somehow perfect at the same time. The way he felt inside of her. How right it was. How explosive. Caroline thrust forward and backwards, refusing to let him from her for even a second. Up and down. Back and forth. She could feel it building with each thrust. She could feel it coming like she never had before.

“Oh...” She moaned. He took her by the back of the head, pulling it to the side as he attacked her neck with his lips. “There... Anthony... do not stop...”

“Nothing could make me.”

“Please... please... do not... keep going... oh...”

When Caroline felt herself about to explode, Anthony’s body suddenly turned stiff. He gritted his teeth and leaned back, his eyes closed, his breath rising. “Anthony...”

“I told you not to stop,” he growled.

This time, she obeyed him.

They were alone in that small glade. The lanterns burned bright. The moon shone in full. Darkness sat around them, making it feel as if they were the only two people to exist now and forever. Caroline leaned herself back, resting on her hands, still thrusting, feeling Anthony’s member begin to pulse inside of her.

“Yes...” she breathed. “Yes...”

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