Page 27 of The Duke's Virgin

The faint edge of pain was still there, but there were so many other sensations—his chest dragging over my nipples, his tongue teasing mine, his fingers molding to my butt as he lifted me just enough that I felt that sweet, sweet friction as he rubbed against my clit…and the way his cock stretched me, filled me.

My breath locked in my throat, and the need for air had me shoving at his chest until he lifted. Luka stared down at me, a question forming, but before he could say anything, I moaned, sucking in a desperate gulp of air. “Please…”

A broken whimper followed, and I clamped down around him as he started to withdraw.

“Please what?” He nuzzled my neck just below my ear. “Please stop…please don’t?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I said. Terrified he might, I wrapped my legs around him. It changed his angle, changed the sensations, and I whimpered, shuddering and writhing and wiggling, demanding more and more from him.

Luka groaned. He lurched up onto his hands, planting them by my head. Now his weight was balanced between where we joined and the bracing support of his arms. His cock pulsed and jerked inside me and the answering pang down in my core had the muscles of my pussy tightening around him, milking him.

He slid his hand down my thigh, palming my ass again. “Damn, Stacia…”

Through heavy-lidded eyes, he stared at me.

His cock pulsed again, then swelled inside me, and a savage look crossed his face.

I had no time to brace myself.

Luka unhooked my ankles from behind his back and caught my hips, using his hands to shove my thighs wide. That raw edge of pain flared as he thrust deep, hard, but it was gone in the next moment, lost under the onslaught as he began to ride me, hard and fast.

I went flying over, no time to prepare, propelled straight into a brutal orgasm that knocked the breath out of me.

Luka caught my mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing down my moan. I clung to him. He was the only thing real left in the world, and if I let go, I might go flying off into space and just keep spinning, spinning, spinning away.

I wasn’t even sure if I’d mind.

* * *

Our breathing had slowed.

I lay on my back with Luka next to me, his hand on my belly.

“Hopefully, your first time was worth waiting for.”

My cheeks flushed, but I looked over at him. I’d invited a guy to my room, had sex with said guy. Surely, I could look him in the eye.

He had a faintly bemused smile on his lips.

It matched how I felt, and for some reason, it was reassuring.

“More than.”

“Good.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over my forehead. As he slid from the bed, I rolled onto my side and watched him. He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared a moment later, dressing with easy grace. He caught me watching and flashed me a smile.

I smiled back.

What would he say if I asked him to stay the night?

Before I could summon the nerve to ask, he came over and bent down, kissing me softly. But it was a chaste kiss. Sweet, even.

Without saying anything else, he straightened and left.

Sighing, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.

Well, I couldn’t complain, I decided.

Hehadbeen worth waiting for.

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