Page 85 of Claimed By Her Forbidden Duke
He thrust into her, every moment of their awaited release in the days they had spent apart in his mind, and her breath was knocked right out of her.
Moments later, he grabbed her hands, pressing his full weight to her back—and Heavens, Penelope welcomed it.
She moaned, her head hanging forward, her skirts pulled up to her hips. Edmund took her roughly, rocking into her with hard, snappish movements that matched the man she was beginning to know.
“This—” she gasped. “We cannot do this again.”
“I know,” he grunted. “I have thought it too.”
“The—the danger… it is dangero—Edmund! Oh?—”
Her resistance ended in a loud groan as she arched her back, her body finding his in a rhythm that had them both desperately grinding against one another to chase that feeling that had her spinning the other night.
It wasn’t a creeping, slow thing like last time. It was the sweeping storm of her climax in the library—quick, fast, desperate, the tension between them snapping in a coupling that neither had the patience to draw out. Not now, not when time was already running out.
The chaise knocked against the wall with the force of Edmund’s thrusts, and his groans were echoed by her moans. His fingers tightened around hers, his hand dwarfing her own.
She turned her head, her teeth catching his forearm, and when she gave a small bite, Edmund’s body stuttered against hers. His chest pressed to her back, and she only wished she could tear off every layer to feel the hard ridges of his muscles.
“This is the last time,” he told her, his voice cracking with desire.
“Never again,” she promised.
“We shall simply part ways after tonight and remain formal with one another.” He did not sound like he meant it, and so Penelope nodded.
“Utterly formal, not a hint of…thisto be found.”
“Not at all.”
He continued thrusting into her, his growls reverberating in his chest and through her back. He pressed his forehead to the back of her neck as his hips pistoned into her, the pace hard and fast.
Quickly, that feeling rose inside her again—and this time, she didn’t fear it. This time, she flung herself into it and went so far as to rock her hips back against him to hasten that delicious explosion of pleasure.
Edmund’s length carved its own path into her, and she was grateful to be gripping the back of the chaise, for she certainly needed some support.
Moments later, he sucked harshly on her shoulder, where it would be covered, and his teeth nipped her skin, and perhaps the stinging pain was what sent her spiraling into that explosion.
“Edmund!” she cried as her body shook with her release.
From his erratic thrusts, she knew his release was close. Indeed, he pulled out of her, and she turned in time to see his strokes. Without thinking or second-guessing herself, she reached out and replaced his hand.
He jerked into her hold, his eyes meeting hers.
“Show me how?” she murmured, hoping her hand didn’t shake too hard around him.
Penelope wanted to see him come as undone as she did when he touched her.
“Usually, I would tell you to be slow at first.”
Heavens, his breathless voice made her think that the chaise would not be the only place they coupled that night.
“But I am very close to my peak, Penelope. This is what you do to me.” He gave her a lustful grin, looking at her from beneath heavy eyelids. “Simply clasp it and stroke up and down quickly. Do not squeeze—at least not unless I tell you. But that is for another lesson.”
“Another lesson?” She giggled. “Even though this shall be our last meeting?”
“Absolutely.”
His laugh was cut off with a low groan as she began to move her hand, and Penelope found that even though she felt clumsy, the reward of his pleasure was more than enough to embolden her.
