Page 73 of A Duchess to Unravel
Dizzy with pleasure, Theo’s head lolled left then right over and over again as Alistair’s mouth left her breasts and began to drift down her waist. As if she could not help herself, she spread her legs wide for him; wanting to offer him everything.
As if happy to oblige, Alistair settled himself between her legs. With her backside secure in both of his palms, he lowered himself to her soft center and ran his tongue teasingly over her already parted and dewy petals. He groaned then, as if he’d waited all night to taste her, and began to lap at her with abandon.
No longer able to keep her arms pinned in place above her head, Theo’s nails met Alistair’s sweat-slick back, and she drove them into his muscles. She was rewarded with a deep growl that echoed into her core, making her gasp and squirm from the vibration of it.
Alistair’s grip on her tightened, as if he were a man driven mad by thirst, and he suckled and tongued her mons and bud until her eyes swam with tears and the illuminated chandelier above became nothing but blobs of gold and light.
Then she was over the edge again, screaming his name as he thrust two fingers into her wet center and pulled that inner trigger. This time her release seeped from her in streams, and she blushed as she found herself surrounded by her wetness.
Embarrassment started to eat through her pleasure, and she began to push Alistair away.
“I’m sorry,” she rasped, wanting to crawl off and disappear. She’d had releases before. All of them caused by Alistair. But they had never erupted like this.
Alistair’s eyes were wild and black as his head shot up. His hands were around her arms at once, preventing her from pushing him further away.
“I love it,” he rasped, then kissed her lips. “Dinnae be ashamed of what I make ye body do, Theo. Dinnae ye dare. This is exactly how I want ye. Warm and slick and ready for me.”
Theo whimpered at his command and weakly pulled her arms around his neck to better accept his kiss. His cock pressed tightly to her opening as she pulled him closer, sending shivers of desire throughout her body. He was close, but nowhere near close enough. She wanted him inside of her, claiming her.
“Alistair,” she breathed, pulling away from his kiss, “Please!”
A deep moan poured from Alistair’s chest as she pleaded with him, but he was not done with his wicked game yet.
“Please, what? Little kitten. I want to hear ye say it,” he commanded. He shifted his hips, just enough so that she could feel the fluid movement of a would-be thrust, and she felt her need drive higher.
“Make love to me,” she panted, her nails deeper into his flesh. “Take me. Make me--oh!”
Alistair’s initial thrust was slow and steady, but to Theo, it felt lightning quick. Whispered praises, once more in that unknown language, poured from Alistair’s lips as he stilled inside of her and waited for her to grow accustomed to him.
“Breathe, little one,” he coaxed in English, swirling his hips in a way that made stars shoot behind Theo’s eyes.
Theo tried, but the tightness, the pain she felt in her core was all encompassing. He was too big!
She shook her head left to right, trying to push herself to get used to him. Then she felt the gentle caress of his fingertips across her cheek.
“Open ye eyes, love,” he commanded softly, stroking soothing touches along her face. “Look at me.”
Though it took effort, Theo’s lashes finally fluttered upward, and she found his handsome face staring down at her. His expression was so sincere it made her heart ache, his coaxing smile, making her womb spasm and open further for him.
“Eyes on me,” he whispered, “and breathe.”
She watched as he drew a deep breath in through his nostrils, then he held it as if waiting for her to mimic him. With effort, she remembered how her lungs were supposed to operate, and she drew her own breath in. Then Alistair parted his lips and let the breath out, and she followed.
“One more,” he encouraged, and this time, together, they drew another deep breath in and out.
Theo felt her taut body begin to relax, and the throbbing pain at her core begin to subside as Alistair breathed with her. Alistair drew his hips back then, just a little, and thrust into her again. She moaned at the sensation, which was much less painful than before, and remembered to breathe.
He continued with those small, soft strokes until the tension in her body faded, and her digging nails turned into soft caresses along his back.
“That’s it, love,” he praised, drawing back further this time, “Relax for me.”
He kissed her sweetly, more tenderly than ever before, and sunk himself back in.
Theo’s mouth gaped open again, but this time, it was not a cry of pain, but one of deep ecstasy. Alistair’s answering moan was one of equal pleasure, and they began to move together. Her legs soon wound around his hips once again, encouraging him to take more of her, and as she wrapped herself fully around Alistair, she fully let herself go.
Her lashes fluttered shut again, but only out of ecstasy, and she lost track of where she stopped and where Alistair began. Their movements were fluid. As natural as water in a stream, and with every thrust she felt that pin prick of pain wash away replaced with hot, stoking pleasure until it was all she could feel.
When she thought she would surely burn up from the fever of it, her entire body released with a long, pouring moan that left her throat sore. Exhausted, dizzy with pleasure, Theo’s limp arms fell from around Alistair’s back, and she spread her legs farther to fully and completely give herself to him.
