Page 116 of Bound to the Heartless Duke
She trembled as he added a second finger, curling them inside her until her hips bucked into his hand.
A shiver skittered down her spine as he suddenly grabbed her waist and flipped her over, pressing her breasts against the cold surface of the table.
She stifled a cry as his lips brushed down her spine, trailing to her buttcheeks, his hands cupping and squeezing them hard.
“Magnus…”
When his tongue dove into her from behind, she cried.
“Take me already,” she pleaded as his tongue flicked up her folds.
She could feel his hard length poking her leg as he hovered over her.
His hands moved to grab her breasts, and she turned her head to meet his eyes as he repositioned himself. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck as his trousers slipped down his legs.
“You feel like fire around me,” he rasped against her ear.
The words sent another shiver through her, sending liquid heat to the core of her where she felt him tease her gently with his member before he shifted. She cried out as he pushed into her from behind, her fingers curling around the edge of the table. Her back arched off the table as his thrusts quickedn and she found herself unable to stop her cries as he took her.
There was nothing sweet about this coupling. It seemed as though he wanted to brand her as his and wreck her body and by the growing soreness between her legs, she knew indeed he had his wish.
He thrust harder, faster, until her loud moans had completely taken over the room.
A scream tore from her throat as she climaxed, her walls clenching around him. And with one final deep thrust, he spilled inside her.
“You will be the death of me, Lily,” he rumbled, before lifting her from the table bridal style and carrying her to the bed, both of them slightly trembling.
She felt languid in his arms, unable to do more than sag into him with a sigh. Never had she felt so sated yet so exhausted,
He lowered her onto the mattress, keeping her close. He kissed her softly, almost tenderly, his hand cupping her cheek.
The candlelight had burned low. The small chamber smelled faintly of warm skin, his cologne, and the musk of what they had done a couple of hours ago.
Magnus lay beside Lily, his breathing even in slumber. His arm was slung over her waist as though he meant to keep her close even in sleep. His hair had fallen slightly over his brow, softening the severe lines of his face.
Lily had turned onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. She let her gaze roam over him in the dim light, watching the cut of his cheekbones, the sharp line of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble.
He was so beautiful that her chest ached.
She reached out and brushed a lock of hair from his temple. He didn’t stir, only exhaled deeply, his grip on her tightening for a heartbeat before relaxing again.
Her lips curved faintly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
For all the fierce passion they had just shared, for all the heat and tenderness of his touch, two words kept echoing in her mind:Duty. Responsibility.
He had told her he did not want to fall for her. And though he had spoken of wanting her, of struggling to stay away, he had never said the word she longed most to hear.
She knew she loved him. It was there in the way her heart answered his every glance, every brush of his hand. But what if she would never be more than an obligation he could not shrug off?
Her throat tightened.
She settled back down, snuggling against his side because it was the only place she wanted to be, even if it came with the quiet fear of never being loved.
She closed her eyes, letting the steady beat of his heart lull her to sleep.
CHAPTER 28
The first light of dawn had barely touched the horizon when Magnus woke up.
