Page 28 of Dare to Love a Duke
“Hold, love,” he growled. “Been aching for this moment for a long time. I mean to savor it.”
“Savor later.” Her voice was deeper than it had ever been, the voice of a sorceress caught in her own spell. “Fuck me now.”
He snarled and plunged into her. She watched the movements play across his torso and arms. His mouth was open, his eyes heavy lidded. He varied his thrusts, some shallow, some deep, playing her body expertly.
What little control she clung to slipped away as he moved, and frenzy overtook her. She clutched at the blanket beneath her while he fucked her with fierce, beautiful intensity. Her back arched into the sensation.
She gasped when his fingers found her clit. He caressed her as he thrust, the head of his cock stroking against the spot deep within her.
Release came in a sudden, crashing wave. Sounds of abandon erupted from her in a deluge of pleasure. She was swept up in sensation, and only returned to herself when she felt him arranging her on the bed.
Sleek and sinewy, he climbed atop her to lie between her legs and stretched her arms over her head. When he pinned her wrists together with one hand, holding her firmly down, her breath caught.
They were eye to eye. She looked deep into the gaze of the man who was inside her as his free hand glided along her collarbone.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles so that she clasped him.
In a voice hoarse in the aftermath of her cries, she said, “We’re each other’s prisoners.” At least, for this night.
His gaze held hers as he sank into her, the intimacy striking her profoundly. A breath later, his hips drew back and then forward with his thrust. She closed her eyes as fiery pleasure shot into every part of her body.
He adjusted his position slightly, flattening his free hand on the mattress beside her head. Then he stroked into her, the base of his cock rubbing against her clit. Each thrust sent whirling sparks through her.
“Dio,” she moaned. “Forte—hard, like that.”
His pace increased. Levels of shining, hot pleasure built and built within her. She ran toward it, seeking orgasm, and yet she wanted their sex to go on and on until she forgot what it meant to exist in any other moment.
Another climax enfolded her, shredding her into tatters of herself. She cried out until her throat went raspy.
“Yes,” he rumbled. A moment later, he pulled free from her body, then stiffened and growled as he came. Still, he held her wrists.
Slowly, he lowered himself down to lie beside her and finally released his hold on her. Cool air traced along her lax, damp body, but she was too limp in the aftereffects of her release to move beneath the blanket.
“That was...” She didn’t have words to describe what had just happened. She didn’t want words, fearful that they would reveal too much.
Deliberately, she focused on the feel of her supple body, the texture of the coverlet against her flesh and sheen of sweat cooling her skin. The air around her was heavy, replete with the musky scent that two creatures created with their lust.
“It was, indeed.” His hand settled over the curve of her belly, and her heart contracted at how much comfort his touch gave her. “And it’s only the beginning.”
She turned her head to look at him.
“The beginning?” She winced at the mingled hope and fear in her voice.
His grin was wicked. “You couldn’t possibly think that one time would be enough.”
In her extensive experience, men got what they wanted and then promptly fled. She’d thought he would be no different.
“Glad to know I’m wrong,” she said, trying to keep her words light.
“Quite, quite wrong.” He leaned close and kissed her, long and thorough. He raised himself up on one elbow while his other hand stroked down her stomach, heading lower. “Let me show you just how delightfully incorrect you are.”
The first sooty light of dawn crept into her room, faintly illuminating him as he pulled on his clothing. From the bed, Lucia watched.
It was a wonder she had enough strength to remain conscious. Tom had been nearly inexhaustible, and creative, in his lovemaking. In a few hours, her muscles would be sore from strenuous use and stretching into new positions. But for now, she was as fluid as a melted candle, and her mind was equally liquid, too fluid in the afterglow to form cohesive thoughts.
Grazie a Dio.She didn’t want to think too much, or examine the effect he’d had on her.
When he finished dressing, he approached the bed.
