Page 125 of Claimed By the Beastly Duke

But he only licked her faster.

Ava could feel her orgasm building as warmth spread through her entire body. She bucked and moved her hips to the rhythm of his lips and tongue.

She held his head in place and ground her hips against him.

The world went still for a moment. All that mattered was the intense pulsing between her legs and Edwin’s mouth.

“Ahhh… Edwin… I… I can’t…” she slurred.

She could feel it now. The crescendo was close. The pleasure had built up to a tipping point.

And then stars exploded behind her eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could not stop bucking her hips, and Edwin did not relent either. He continued to lick and suck on her while she shuddered and quivered with release.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Ava went limp and collapsed on the mattress.

Smaller tremors coursed through her as she lay there, her heart thudding loudly in her chest while she tried to catch her breath.

When Edwin finally looked up at her, she could not help the smile that spread across her face.

At that moment, Ava fell in love with her husband all over again.

“That was simply…” she trailed off, unable to find the right words.

“Magical?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Ava giggled and nodded.

“This is only the beginning,” he murmured.

Ava doubted if anything could surpass what she had just experienced. However, she had learned to believe her husband, so she simply braced herself.

Edwin moved up her body and kissed her lips tenderly, languidly, as though he was simply savoring the moment.

His warm breath caressed her face as they kissed, and she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer. She simply wanted to melt into him.

It was not a frantic, feverish kiss; it was intimate and comforting, and it reminded her that he would always protect her.

When he finally withdrew, she was panting.

Edwin moved back down her body, and her core tingled even when he had yet to touch her. She knew what was to come, and it excited her immensely.

He traced a finger between the lips of her sex. Ava moaned, the tingling sensation slowly growing into a steady pulse.

He stroked his finger up and down, spreading her wetness. She looked down when she suddenly felt a slight pressure at her entrance.

It was his finger.

She watched as he slid it inside her, bracing for pain or discomfort. Instead, he entered her easily, her cavern already slick and ready.

Ava gasped when he slightly curled his finger inside her. He withdrew it until it was almost out and then slowly slid it back in. Her nerve endings awakened, and her walls clamped around his finger.

He pumped his finger in and out of her in a steady rhythm, before lingering on a particularly sensitive spot.

The pleasure was instant. It was as though he had set off fireworks inside her.

He continued to rub his finger against that spot, and soon enough, Ava was bucking her hips. The pleasure built up inside her.

“Can you move just a tad faster?” she begged.

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