Page 36 of Her Beastly Duke
He groaned, grabbed her bottom and entered her with one long, thick thrust and her tightness gave way to his hard cock. She relished the feel of him stretching her and he paused, but all the built-up tension inside her would not allow her to. She gripped his shoulder and slid up and down his cock. There was nothing slow and teasing as she moved on hardness. Her movements were raw and urgent. He grasped her waist, and she no longer had control. It was Julius that was thrusting in and out of her with a frenzied rhythm that she could not match. Her hot wetness took him deeper and deeper inside her as his urgency overtook her.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation that was building inside her. His strokes came harder and faster still. When she did not think it was possible, he went deeper still, and the sensation building inside her threatened to erupt. Briar sobbed. The tautness building inside her was like nothing she had ever felt before. Their lips came together in a crush, and she abandoned herself to the waves as he captured her scream in his mouth. Briar collapsed against him, and he steadied her before he sat on the bed. She was straddling him when he laid back, still hard inside her. He was yet to find his release.
Julius gazed up at her with raw lust, and it made her tighten around him. He moved his hands to her hips, and Briar reached for them, placing both on her breasts. He squeezed both nipples between his finger and thumb, and she gasped. She began to move her hips, this time slowly and deliberately. Again, shetook over, and she opened her legs wider to take him fully. He bucked his hip, straining to be deeper inside. Briar leaned back and placed both hands behind her on his thighs to control the movements. It wasn’t time for him to move … not yet … she wanted to be in control of giving him pleasure. She lengthened her strokes, a tight and slow rhythm on his manhood.
“Briar,” he uttered, her name a plea.
“What do you want?” She whispered.
Briar gasped as he rolled her over onto her back, still inside her. He thrust his cock deep, and there was no more tenderness. She met his frenzied strokes, tilting her hips to receive more of him.
“I wanted to claim you, to bury myself in your tight heat. Do you want that?” He asked between strokes.
She made a sound between a moan and a gasp.
“Say it.” He demanded in a husky whisper.
“Yes,” a breathy mewl. She could feel the tension building in her sex, yet she was hungry for more of him. She did not want to surrender … not yet. She met him stroke for stroke with an unimaginable wildness. His relentless thrusts brought her to the edge as she dug her fingers into his shoulder. She raised her hip, and he thrust deep even when she thought there was no further to go, sending her over the edge and tearing a moan from her throat. Her sex tightened around his cock in tiny spasms as he drove into her, finding his release with a loud groan. He collapsed beside her, his leg across her thighs.
Briar had enjoyed her first time with him, but she did not know it could get better. Tonight had been earth-shattering, and she was completely spent. She closed her eyes, and although she was in a haze, she recalled what he said. He wanted to claim her.
Julius was slick with perspiration,and his cock was drenched with her silky wet heat. He reached over and kissed her tenderly. He needed to rest for a moment. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a short time, but he knew it was much longer when his eyes flew open. Briar slept soundly; this time, it was her legs across his thigh. He was trying not to wake her as he stood up to dress, but her eyes flickered open when he pulled his breeches on. She stood up, went to her trunk, and put on another flimsy nightgown. His cock stirred at the memory of ripping the other one off her.
He pulled on his shirt, which he could no longer button. Briar padded over to him on her bare feet and ran her hands over his exposed chest.
“You did not ravish me like this at Berkley Estate.” Briar's eyes twinkled.
Julius gave a soft chuckle. “Minx.”
“I want you to do it again right now. Don’t you?”
“Woman. I need time to recover.”
Their banter was interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the door. Briar’s wide eyes brought him back to reality.
“Go,” the one word an urgent whisper.
Julius grabbed his shoes and quickly moved toward the window. He leaned over and put one foot over the window's edge before the door burst open.
“I thought I heard laughter and voices—a male voice, Briar,” Duncan said. “What the hell is going on? Who goes there?”
Julius heard no more. He lost his footing and fell to the street below, landing with a thud that knocked the breath from him when pain jarred his limbs. He shouted in surprise on hisdescent and heard his knee crunch before it turned at an odd angle. He was sprawled on his backside in the muck of the street.
“Bloody hell!”
The pain ripped through him as he glanced up to see Briar and Duncan staring down at him. Duncan’s expression was stern, and Briar’s terrified.
He heard a door open and a voice shout.
“What is going on here?”
Julius looked up and saw Lord Blackstock. He could not say that he was happy to see him. Lady Blackstock, a notorious gossip, was hovering in the doorway behind him.” Lord Blackstock rushed toward the street and bent down to examine his knee.
“Let me help you inside.”
“Thank you for your kind offer, but I will decline. If I may have the use of your carriage to my townhouse in St James’s Square, it will be returned to you forthwith.”
“Certainly,” Lord Blackstock replied.
