Page 52 of A Rescue by the Rakish Duke
Gwendoline gasped at how forward she sounded. But it was the truth. Their bodies had already been dancing around it. It must be said. She wanted all of him.
“All of you.”
“Good girl,” he purred.
Gwendoline could swear that she heard relief and another intense emotion in those words. She swallowed hard. There was no turning back now.
Then, he finally took her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, dancing with her own. It was sweet and demanding at once, and she wanted more of it.
With two free hands to roam over her body, he set her on fire with every stroke and caress. Every touch was meant to keep stoking her desire without giving her what she wanted. He pulled away only to nip lightly at her jawline before soothing it with his tongue.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he groaned in her ear, his voice raspy with need. “How many nights I’ve lain awake, imagining you like this? Torturing myself with reasons why I should not pursue you—pursue this?”
When he pulled up the hem of her dress to her waist, baring her to the warm air in the room, Gwendoline knew that it wastime. In what felt like an instant, they had managed to shed their clothes. They were now strewn all over the rug next to them.
It was time. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating the pain.
“Open your eyes, darling. Don’t look away,” he urged, his voice rough as he slowly pressed forward.
The descent was slow and painful but oh-so delicious.
His self-control confounded her. He didn’t thrust into her, like how she imagined men would do. Instead, he slid into her inch by agonizing inch. Sweat beaded on his forehead and temples as he filled her.
Gwendoline whimpered, feeling a slight discomfort as she felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. She squeezed her eyes shut again, a tear rolling down the side of her eye.
“Look at me,” he growled, his voice thick with barely restrained passion. “Don’t look away.”
She obeyed, her eyes wide and filled with awe and desire. She was no longer a maiden, and she had no regrets. His fullness felt strange and familiar at the same time. It was just right. He belonged to her. Inside her. Over her. It was as if everything was setting them up for this.
It was inevitable.
Damian stilled once he was fully seated inside her warmth, watching her with gentle eyes. Gwendoline knew that he was giving her time to adjust.
The moment was charged with something other than sexual tension. That one had already broken. Something else washed over them as his forehead rested on hers and they breathed each other’s air.
Everything else faded at that moment. Gwendoline had forgotten where they were and what was happening around them. Not completely, but each of those mundane details no longer mattered.
The fireplace.
The raging storm outside.
Their pasts.
What mattered was this moment, something that she would never forget for the rest of her life.
“Are you all right?” Damian asked softly.
His thumb brushed against her cheek. Comfort.
Then, it descended to her lower lip. Seduction.
She opened her mouth to suck on his thumb, not knowing why she did it but loving the way his skin felt on her tongue. He groaned loudly, shifting a little. The movement made her insides tingle.
“Do you want me to move now?” he asked.
She nodded, though her voice was barely above a whisper. “Yes… don’t stop.”
Her words were all the encouragement he needed.
