Page 63 of Her Duke Next Door
“Good,” he murmured, pausing his undressing to cup her face, thumbing over her cheek before he kissed her once, deeply, before nudging her toward the bed. Her hair still wet and fanning around her, Mary splayed herself on her bed, letting her legs fall apart, exposing her soaked arousal for him.
Everything in his expression was utterly predatory as he stalked toward her, yanking off his shirt, revealing the hard, muscular abdomen beneath. A smattering of hair dotted across his chest. His biceps were thick, and she wondered how they might bunch and move if he were to pick her up in their throes of passion.
Then he was as naked as her, his member thick and stiff, and her mouth went dry.
He smirked at her. “Do you like anything that you see, wife?”
“I am only thinking that your promises to carry through on having me in full are becoming weaker,” she said playfully. She enjoyed the side of him that came out when riled up. “You are merely posturing. One might think you do not even wish to use your member on me.”
That had him snapping, as she hoped. She had waited long enough for her husband. And now he braced himself over her, his arms on either side of her shoulders, and his length found a place between her legs but not entering her yet.
“Mock me again, Mary, and you shall see how unforgiving I can be in the bedroom.”
She ran a finger up his bicep, smiling. “Oh, I think it is all talk,husband.”
“I shall give you a moment to take those words back.”
She met his gaze before she let her head fall back, spread her legs further to entice him, and arched her back so her breasts met his chest.
“I do not wish to take them back.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
Before she could say anything more, her wrists were grasped in one of his hands and pulled over her head, pinning her. Dominique slid himself between her legs.
“This isyours,” he growled, the tip of his member sliding through her wet arousal. “Do not toy with me, Mary.”
“Then do not toywith me,” she answered mischievously. But he soon quietened her as he slid into her, inch by inch, and her breath left her lungs, leaving her in heightened gasps of pleasure.
“Dominique,” she moaned, gripping onto his arms. The thick muscle endured her tight grip, her nails digging in, as she cried out the further he slid in.
“What was that about not wishing to use my length on you?” he asked, his voice deep, his lips parting in his own quieter desire. He cursed under his breath when he finally sheathed himself fully in her heat. His length pulsed inside of her, twitching, and she gasped at the sheer fullness of it.
“I take it back,” she moaned. “Indeed, I finally take it back.”
Her arms strained where he pinned her, and his mouth attached to one of her breasts, toying with her buds between his teeth and lips, alternating between sucking and biting. She gasped in pleasure, her hips canting between them as he gave her a moment to adjust.
But one moment only. Then he was pulling out, and sliding back in, having her wantonly hanging on for more. His name fell from her lips in the throes of passion as she surrendered to him, body, love, and all of her being.
They collided together, the two of them previously broken but finding solace and new lives in one another. This was her future. This was Mary’s life.
She pulled Dominique down to kiss him as he thrust into her over and over, a demanding yet attentive rhythm. There was something undone about how he took her—as if he had indeed held himself back all this time, perhaps waiting for her to trust him, to get settled in their life together. To not rush this coupling.
Her heat tightened around him, her second climax nearing in an overwhelming wave.
“Dominique!” she cried in warning. He finally let go of her wrists. With her hands free, she wrapped herself around his broad, muscled shoulders. His own hands found her thighs, pushing her legs higher up to a new angle that had Mary seeing stars.
“I am yours,” he breathed. “Every second of every day, Mary. Do not forget that. In any way you wish, all of me is yours to have.”
And it was those words that finally sent her over the edge again, his length sliding deeply into her one last time as she climaxed noisily. Her cries climbed in volume, uncontrollable, as her pleasure rushed through her in dizzying waves.
Dominique groaned as he claimed her mouth with his own. He climaxed inside of her, his own moans low and quiet, muffled by her desperate kisses as she scrabbled at him to make the final part of their coupling.
His hips stilled against hers, his seed filling her.
Then silence settled around them. Dominique pressed his forehead to hers, kissing her brow lightly.
