Page 85 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
She thought he had filled her so fully that she might feel him from the outside, but she could not. Yet, it seemed impossible not to.
Lucien took her chin and pulled back her face while his other hand remained firmly on her hip.
“You are wonderful,” he rasped, and his length twitched inside her. Edwina’s core clenched around him, and she saw pleasure ripple over his face. “And I fear I cannot draw this out.”
“We do not need to worry about drawing it out,” Edwina assured him, her voice thick with need. “Not when we have all night. Every day, as much as we please.”
Lucien growled, pulling her flush against him. He lifted her, slipped both hands beneath her backside so he could pull out of her, and then thrust back in. It was sharp, and she gasped as his length hit the deepest part of her again. And he didn’t stop this time, not to let her adjust or even catch her breath.
“Hold on to the bedframe,” he instructed, and she turned her gaze to the frame he sat against. “Or, better yet, hold on to me. Grip me as tightly as you need, for I will not go slow any longer, Edwina. I am—I am an unraveled man, and I cannot keep myself?—”
“Then do not,” she said quickly, meeting his gaze. “I asked you to unleash yourself on me, and I meant it.”
His grip on her backside tightened. He pulled her up, and she let herself go with the movement. He dropped her back down, and his length burrowed deep inside her. Edwina gasped, heat shuddering over and over through her gut.
Up and down, she was guided over his length, and she gasped out her pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and perhaps even the combination of his fingers and tongue could not compare to how he felt inside her.
Fully seated inside her, joined in the most intimate of ways.
One of her hands on his shoulder slid higher, her fingernails scratching their way into his hair. The auburn strands tangled in her fingers, and she used them as purchase to fall into the rhythm Lucien set for them. He let out a low, guttural groan as he thrust into her hard, burying every intoxicating inch of his length inside her over and over.
Edwina was a mess in his lap, reduced to a body that was all but limp, moans falling freely from her mouth as she dragged her hands over him—down his neck, over his shoulders, down his back.
A pressure grew between her legs as her husband thrust into her harder and harder. It spread through her core, into her lower abdomen, and she gasped, knowing it was the same growing pressure from that night in the hallway.
Her climax.
“Lucien,” she cried out, melting in his arms.
Still, he held her, gripping every curve she possessed as if she were light as a feather. His hands roved from her backside downto her thighs, slipping between her legs to toy with that bundle of nerves as he had earlier.
Edwina’s body jerked, and she cried out, knowing she could not hold on for a moment longer.
“Oh, Heavens,Lucien,” she moaned. “I am—it is near.”
She quickly had one of his hands pressed to her lower abdomen, and she realized that she was rocking herself wildly on him, having taken over but not recalling when she did. Lucien merely gazed at her with hooded eyes, as if she was his undoing as much as he was hers.
“Climax for me, Edwina,” he gritted out.
He trailed his hand up her chest, thumbing her nipples and pinching them. She choked on another cry.
“Please,” she keened. “More, more, please. I am so very near?—”
Lucien growled, slamming her down onto his length, and she felt him twitch deep inside her as if, he too, was close.
“Finish with me,” he ground out, his jaw clenched. “Give me your pleasure, as mine is yours, Edwina.”
“Please,” she sobbed, not knowing what she was begging for any longer.
She rose and fell wildly atop him, her thighs pressed to his, wetness soaking them both. And then, with one last thrust, that wave of pleasure crested and crashed over her, pulling her under a blissful undertow. A scream tore from her throat as her face contorted in bliss.
Through it all, through every jerk of her hips as her body began to give out on her, Lucien continued to thrust into her as he found his release. When he climaxed, it was with a muffled groan into her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. She felt his seed spill into her, heightening her pleasure.
When they both were over the edge, Edwina felt her husband almost tenderly brush a sweat-dampened strand of hair back from her forehead.
“Is this how it always feels?” she whispered, falling into his embrace.
“Intense and intoxicating?” he asked. “When one has found the person that one’s body longs for, I believe it is meant to always be like this.”
