Page 87 of The Untamed Duke
Nicholas groaned. “We cannot take the chance, love.”
“I don’t care. Don’t go. Take me without them. I trust you.” She lifted her hips to his, pulling his head down to kiss him at the same time, her lips warm and soft, eagerly parting for his.
The feel of her sex against his cock made his entire body go rigid. “Jesus, Grace.”
He returned her kiss fiercely, bruising her mouth and dipping his hand between their bodies to stroke her. She was wet and velvety. Pushing a finger inside her, she pulsed about him and cried out, gripping his shoulders so hard, her fingernails left marks. Knowing he was moments away from claiming her made this different from the times he’d touched her before. An intense wave of possessiveness swamped him. He shuddered with the force of it. She was his. She would always be his.
Before she could protest, he slid down her body, nestling between her thighs and hooking his arms under her knees so she was open to him. The sight of her, glistening and damp with arousal, her folds pink and swollen, was the most erotic vision he’d ever encountered. More so than the dozens of experienced women in his lifetime who practiced enticing men and knew what pleased them. Grace pleased him by simply being Grace.
“Nicholas,” she whispered desperately, reaching for his shoulders and trying to pull him up. “I want you inside me...please…”
“Shhh, pet.”
He kissed the inside of her thighs, one at a time. She trembled but said nothing more as his mouth moved higher to the damp patch of curls. When he lapped her gently, a sigh escaped her, then a moan when he used his tongue to probe with greater purpose. Her hands moved from his shoulders to clutch his head, fingers threading through his hair so gently, it felt as though she were petting him.
With skill and languid determination, he brought her to the brink of climax. The tensing of her thighs, the shaking of her muscles, the soft panting breaths all evidence of the impending storm she faced. Nicholas knew her body well, knew the precise moment she hovered on the precipice, and when she was there, he slid up so they were face to face. Grace wore a dazed expression, eyes glazed with passion. Her breath came in gasps, perspiration shimmering on her cheeks and brow. She’d bitten her bottom lip so hard, it was almost raw.
“I’m going to come inside you, Grace...there will be no barriers between us…” he muttered against her neck, nipping her with such force, she'd wear the evidence of it for days.
She sighed in agreement and shifted her legs wider. He positioned the crown of his shaft against the folds of her center, wetting himself with her moisture, then carefully slid into honeyed soft heat, a slow, delicious glide that made his head swim. He’d done such a fine job of arousing her, of kindling her nerves to such a sensitive point, a fever pitch, just that little bit of him inside her set off her climax. She shuddered, her body going rigid. A flood of moisture surrounded him as she cried out her pleasure, gripping his biceps, her nails digging into them. While she was in the throes of her orgasm, Nicholas drove in a bit more until she tensed. He stopped immediately.
When she was accustomed to his body in the depths of hers, the tremors receding to a pleasant lull, he eased in a bit more, always stopping to let her adjust, making silent vows he would be gentle, despite his body demanding he plunge forth. He was so large, and she so tiny. He could hurt her if he didn’t move slowly this first time. But damned if his cock wasn’t demanding he pound into her until he spilled himself with all the force and fury raging through his veins. That legendary self-control of his was evidenced by the fine sheen of sweat covering his skin, his jaw clenched so tight, it hurt.
And it was all glorious torture. Grace’s body both rejected and welcomed him, internal muscles pushing and pulling until Nicholas thought he would roar from the intensity of sensations. She was silk and heat and everything sinful, all wrapped about him as tight as a golden ribbon. Grace Willsdown was made for him. She was his. And he would destroy anyone who tried taking her from him.
Nicholas continued this slow, inevitable invasion until he reached the resistance of her virginity. Pausing, he kissed her, loving how she writhed beneath him, whimpering for him. For more. He’d worked her into a delirious frenzy. She arched and lifted against him, pulling him in tighter, closer, desperate for another orgasm. One only he could give her.
“How you please me. How soft you are, how sweet. I’ll never tire of hearing your little moans of pleasure. I love how you ache for me. How you burn for me. Are you ready to become mine now, pet?”
He nuzzled her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into the heat of his mouth. She melted like sugar on his tongue, moaning his name. He bit down while surging forward, the unexpected sharpness of his teeth overriding the pain between her legs. Grace yelped, pushing him in startled surprise while Nicholas suckled the nipple he rolled between his teeth. Holding her hips tight, he lazily moved onto the other breast, lavishing the same attention upon it. As she slowly relaxed beneath him, dissolving beneath the onslaught of too many sensations all at once, he allowed himself the first full measure of being buried deep inside her, so damned deep, he couldn’t tell where she started and he ended.
Raising his head, he stared down at her, half-witted with drunken pleasure, blinking, hoping it would clear his brain. Hazy arousal wrapped about him. He was floating while at the same time drowning. All because of her. This beautiful, determined woman who held his heart in her delicate hands.
Grace shifted, seeking a position that would ease the stinging possession of his body where it fused with hers. The tiny wiggle of her hips sent stars exploding in his head. Gently, she stroked the lash marks on his back, her touch so soothing and sweet, it leached through his very bones. He paled, body trembling.
“For God’s sake, Grace. Be still…”
“I can’t,” she whispered back, unaware the innocent words fueled the flames of his passion even higher. “You are so big, and it feels so...strange. I’m filled with you, and although it hurts, it feels a little wonderful at the same time. I think if I just move this way, it will be much better—”
She shifted again, a movement flinging Nicholas forward until he hung off the edge of a deep, dark whirlpool. He was being sucked in, down, down.
“Grace. Stop talking. Stop moving. Stop.Stop.” His command was a desperate mix of exasperation and amusement. “Just...be still. Please.”
“I just explained to you I cannot,” Grace murmured, her hips lifting tentatively. Tremors of excitement vibrated through her and into him, her body finally accepting his invasion. “I suddenly find myself unable to be still at all. Isn’t that odd? I had no idea it would be like this. Did you know, Nicholas? Did you know it would feel so strange and beautiful and terrifying?”
Nicholas stared at her. She described their relationship perfectly without realizing it. His heart swelled with adoration.
She reached up, caressing his jaw with her fingertips. “Is there more? I’m not disappointed, mind you. I just thought, after all the build-up and the talk, there would be more…”
Nicholas gave a helpless laugh. “Oh, Grace. What am I to do with you?”
“Surely, you know.” She smiled up at him, eyes shining. “Whatever you like, Nicholas.”
His eyes darkened. “There’s more, pet. More than you can imagine…”
There was a bewitching softening of her body with his words, her previous tension melting away. His unnatural ability to rein in his emotions, no matter the situation, the vaunted self-control that always ruled his life, at least until this moment, fractured and splintered into a billion pieces when she arched up and kissed him. Reaching for him. Holding him. Loving him despite his flaws. Despite his terrible darkness.
It was the last straw for Nicholas. With a muffled groan, he surged and withdrew, plunging into her like the tide receding and returning to the shore, forgetting his silent promise of going slow, to be gentle and tender. She overwhelmed him with her little gasps of hunger, her moans spiking his lust even higher, cracking him apart until little bits of her sunshine brightness filtered in. The emotions overtaking his senses were things he’d never felt with any woman. The need to protect what was his. The desire to see to her pleasure before his own. And it was so confusing, so surprising, so overwhelming, he could not defend himself against it, his walls crumbling as Grace easily tiptoed inside his heart and nestled there within it.
