Page 111 of Bound to the Heartless Duke
“Magnus…” Her voice came, half-plea and half-sigh.
He kissed her again, swallowing her sounds as he added a second finger. His rhythm as he pushed into her was unhurriedin a way that made her writhe against him. Then, without warning, he dropped to his knees before her.
Her eyes widened instantly. “Magnus, what?—”
He silenced her with a look, his hands parting her thighs as he pressed a kiss just above her mound. And then his mouth came down on her sex, his tongue flicking up her slickness, having a first taste.
The first flick of his tongue over her clit made her gasp aloud, her fingers tangling in his hair. She would have fallen over if not for his tight grip on her waist.
He groaned against her, the long and slow flicks of his tongue joined with quick teasing strokes against her clit. He continued his sweet torture until her skin became too sensitive.
Pleasure crashed over her with such force that she cried out, her thighs trembling around his head. He did not release her until her shudders eased, and then she let out a breathy whimper.
Magnus rose to his feet, his lips glistening, his gaze dark with need. “You, Duchess, are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.”
Lily looked away, but that wasn’t enough to conceal the blush on her cheeks. Resisting a chuckle, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, before laying her on her side and crawling in behind her, her back pressed to his chest.
In that position, she could feel his hard length against her buttocks as one strong arm slipped under her neck and the other slid over her hip. Her breath caught.
“You tempt me, Lily.” His voice was hoarse.
She held his hand tightly, wanting more. She didn’t want their intimacy to end like the previous time, where he left without giving her exactly what she wanted.
However, his ragged breathing proved he wasn’t ready to let go yet. His hands slid beneath her thigh and lifted it just enough to open her to him, making her thoughts scatter once more. She felt his fingers splay possessively over her belly, as if to remind her that she was his.
She could feel his heavy, hot length pushing between her thighs, rubbing against her most intimately yet never quite joining them as one. The sensation alone made her clutch at the bedsheets.
“Magnus…” she whispered shakily.
“I am not sure you?—”
“I am,” she cut in, almost desperate. “I’ve been ready since the vicar pronounced us man and wife.”
Magnus paused for a moment before he gently turned her head and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
Her hands moved down to undo his garments.
And when he was finally naked, he pushed forward slowly, his hand tightening on her hip to hold her steady.
Lily spread her legs wider for him. She let out a gasp that melted into a moan as his member slid into her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. The delicious ache of being stretched stole her breath and had her clutching at his shoulders at the unfamiliar sensation. He was almost too much for her but she felt blissfully complete for the first time in her life.
When he was fully seated inside, he paused, brushing his lips over her temple.
“Perfect,” he murmured, almost reverently. “You feel… perfect.”
Then, he began to move.
His hips moved in a slow, powerful rhythm, and each thrust pushed her forward before he pulled her back into him. She found herself breathing heavily in response to his relentless pounding.
His hand slid from her belly to her breast, cupping it. He kneaded it gently at first, then let his thumb tease her nipple, drawing small circles until she arched into his touch.
Lowering his head, he caught the sensitive peak between his lips, sucking deeply, his tongue flicking in time with his thrusts.
“Magnus…” Her moans grew louder as her fingers dug into the arm beneath her neck. “You… are driving me mad,” she breathed, almost breaking as his sharp thrusts sent pleasure skyrocketing through her.
“Let them hear you,” he said against her skin, his voice a low growl. “Let the world hear my name on your lips.”
He quickened his pace, his hips snapping forward with more force. Each thrust drove him deeper, hitting that place inside her that made her toes curl.
