Page 23 of A Flurry for a Duke

She shook her head. “Love?”

“Yes. Love. Why do you think I’m here? I can’t stay away from you and your heart. If I have to settle for friendship I will, but just now I felt the distinct pleasure that you want to cross the boundaries of friendship. Am I wrong?”

She shook her head again, feeling overwhelmed. Could it be true?

“I can’t believe it,” she whispered.

“If we’re going to make a marriage work, you have to trust me.”

“I do trust you. With my heart and soul. And…with my body. You’re the one for me, Isaac. I love you. I want to be your trophy.”

“My trophy? No. You’re not a trophy. You’re not something to sit on a shelf and be admired from afar. You, your heart, your soul…are a gift to be treasured.”

“I’d much rather be a gift than a trophy.”

A smile cracked his face. “Good. Now can I unwrap my present?”

She nodded.

As he laid her gently on the bed, she knew she was going to love everything he was about to do to her.

A thrill danced in his eyes, and for all the eagerness she could see, she also observed the tenderness there. The protectiveness. The reckless abandon. The commitment.

“I want you, Isaac.”

His lips covered her and she parted immediately to open for him. She felt herself a vessel, waiting to be filled. Waiting to be poured out.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured in her ear.

“Just be you, Isaac. I want you. Love me.”

He was yanking her dress off of her then, and she fumbled with his buttons. Top and bottom. She was hungry. So hungry for the man who was choosing her over all other women. Hungry for the man who treasured her. Hungry and aching.

She was anticipating the feel of his arousal on her fingers as she trailed them down his torso. When she reached his cock, hard as granite, she gripped it. Never wanting to let him go. He groaned into her mouth, urging her on.

His hand clasped around hers, showing her how to move. And then his thumb was on her nub in soft circles.

She arched into him, and he slid a finger in between her silken folds. She gasped at the twinge of pain mixed with layers of pleasure. A second finger was added, she wriggled to accommodate him.

She could feel his fingers moving against her inner wall. Rubbing. Building. Pleasuring.

He was the only one she could ever trust to take her here. His lips were on her throat, where he had first bit her only a couple of days ago. This time he clamped down on her and sucked. Sucking. Rubbing. Moaning. He tipped her vessel, and she poured out on his hand.

“God, you’re incredible, Hope.”

Her body was limp. Sated. Explored. Treasured.

Her hand was still gripping his cock. “I want you,” she murmured again.

“You shall have me. Now and always.”

He placed his head at her notch and eased himself into her wetness. “Isaac,” she moaned.

“Yes, say my name, Hope. You’re mine. I’m yours.”

“I want all of you,” she whimpered.

He pushed in all the way to the hilt. “Uhhh… Hope. Only you. You are my home.”

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