Page 65 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
Lucien curled his fingers deep inside her, deeper than she had thought possible. All she knew was the onslaught of pleasure shuddering through her in waves that she could not stop.
Her body was overwhelmed in the best way possible.
“Answer me,” Lucien urged.
“Yes,” she cried out before she clamped a hand over her mouth, but he was quick to pull it away.
“I told you, I do not care who hears you.”
And then he was sliding his fingers in and out of her faster, punching stilted moans out of her.
She ached for him. If this was only his fingers, and she was already dizzy with pleasure, what would other parts of him feel like?
He put a hand on her stomach, and his fingers slid further down to toy with another sensitive spot. A spot that made her scream as she jolted in his arms and fell backward.
His fingers did not stop. The waves of pleasure kept rolling over her, and a lustful, drunk giggle fell from her lips, as though she had indulged in several glasses of wine.
“Lucien,” she moaned. “Lucien, please.”
“Pleasewhat, Duchess?”
His hand moved faster, and she could not keep a grip on her wits. She gripped his wrist. Not to stop him—no, never—but to steady herself.
“Oh, Heavens,Heavens, please do not stop.”
“I have no intentions of doing such a thing.”
He kissed down the top of her spine, his teeth bluntly grazing her skin, and pumped his fingers in and out of her. She was whining, pleading in his arms. She writhed against him, able to feel his long, thickening manhood pressing against her backside through the layers of their clothing. She rolled her hips, torn between wanting to feel more of his length and wanting to feel more of his fingers.
“Do you feel it, Edwina?” Lucien murmured against her cheek. “Do you feel that ball of pleasure building inside you?”
“Yes!” Edwina groaned. “I feel—feel like I will burst apart.”
“Good,” he told her. “Let it take you.”
“I—but?—”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
He took her chin in his hand, meeting her eyes. “You are safe with me.”
He did not look away from her, not as she nodded, and not as he curled his fingers inside her and pumped them into her, drowning her in pleasure that she could not even voice. Her lips parted, silent moans tumbling from them right as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body began to shake.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Let go, Edwina. Do not fear it.”
And so Edwina tried to let herself embrace that ball of pleasure—until it exploded. Her body shook violently as she reached the peak of her pleasure, her climax thundering through her.
A long, torn noise escaped her, and Lucien kept pumping his fingers into her even as she shook and shuddered with pleasure.
Edwina gasped, over and over, her hips bucking to both ride out the full waves and seek more.
She trapped his wrist against her body and the wall and ground against his fingers until the tremors stopped.
When she was done, she fell forward, leaning against the wall. Her body quivered, short spasms that she would be concerned about if she did not already understand what was happening.
“You did very well,” Lucien murmured, turning her to face him.
