Page 30 of Good Duke Gone Far

And that’s when she saw the tears fall. But they weren’t trickling down his cheeks. They were flowing down hers. She was crying for the injustice. The pain. His loneliness. The unnecessary guilt he felt. The years he had wasted suffocating himself in a self made prison of asceticism.

And then the tears fell that much harder when she acknowledged her own immaturity and selfishness. In her life, she hadn’t been grateful enough. Hadn’t truly spoken her mind and asked for what she needed. She had acted like a child and didn’t consider how her actions, her words, affected those around her.

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know why she was apologizing. She was sorry for his losses and hers.

She wished she could give a reason for this emotional deluge, but life just wasn’t always full of big moments. It was tiny moments, building upon each other until finally…one man broke through her walls when she least expected it.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s alright.” He pulled her head to his chest. And she knew that somehow he understood her tears were about his words and more.

Her tears sluiced down his chest, mingling in his hair. Her cheek pressed to his body, and his hands–one smoothing her hair, one lightly rubbing her arm–held her. He offered solace.

As her tears abated and she found her voice, she whispered, “I’m glad you’re you, too.”

She used her palms to clear her face and then nuzzled her chin against his neck. A soft kiss under his jaw. And then a slow kiss below his ear. A few more inching closer to his mouth. Her breasts felt heavy, one against his ribs, the other atop his chest. His hand was hanging on to her hip, not daring to move. The grip tightening. His body stiff beside her, hoarding all his self restraint.

“Let go,” she whispered in his ear. “Just let it all go.” Her hand wove its way down to the bulge she had been dying to touch. Her curiosity unstoppable now.

He groaned as she dragged her hand across his cock. It was so hard, but she still couldn’t predict its shape. She couldn’t properly envision its size.

“Take these off,” she said as she yanked on the top of his breeches.

“Kat, if I take these off, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”

“Yes, you would be able to.” He opened his mouth and she grazed his cock again to silence him. “But I won’t want you to.”

“Are you sure?”

“I just want you. All of you. Tonight.” Maybe longer. She wasn’t sure now. All she knew was that she wanted to know more of him. Probably all of him. But those were scary thoughts, and she had had enough heavy thoughts for the evening.

“Take them off.”

With a grunt, to push himself out of the vortex, Quinn rolled to the side of the bed, stood up, and dropped his breeches.

“Oh my,” there were no other words. His cock was sprung toward her, nestled amidst dark curls. Long, thick, and bobbing at her. A tickling sensation swept over her nipples, and all she wanted to do was feel his cock where her core ached for him.

“Mmm,” she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and sucked. “Quinn, I want that.”

“That or me?” He stood, legs wide, pointing one finger down.

“Both.”

“And they want you.” He hopped back into bed, sunk back into the vortex, and wrapped his arms around her. “But this needs to go.” The hem of her shift was already at her shoulders, her arms instinctively trying to get overhead. In a lying position, that was an easier thought than action. Wiggling out of it, her body met his. Finally. Skin on skin. She could feel her nipples against his solid warmth. Steady. Protective. Permeable. Human. Connection.

Pressing herself into him, she slid her leg over his and now relished the heat and soft tingles from the hair on his quads tickling the skin of her inner thigh.

Hands were roving, bodies melding, heat rising, sweat mingling. She wanted every part of her to feel him.

His lips found her neck. Nibbling. Shooting electrifying shocks down her left side. One man holding such power over her was dangerous but delectable. Wetness presented at her core and she brushed it along his thigh.

“You’re so wet, Kat.”

His words caused her to moan, begging for more.

“I bet you’re so tight down there. I’ll open you up.” She moaned again.

“I know how to get you to open for me, my love. I’ll lick my way down your body. Starting here.” He lavished her neck. “Then lapping around your titties. You’ll be wrapped around my cock before I can even get my tongue down there.”

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