Page 18 of The Duke's Christmas Scandal
Words erupted from her mouth in a needy, breathless chant. “Please, Ian. I’m begging you. Let me come. I need this. I need you to—”
He bore down on the aching nub at the apex of her sex and crooked his fingers. Tavi’s thighs locked. Her heel dug into his back. Her fingers clutched blindly at his hair.
She saw stars.
Galaxies of them.
Tavi collapsed into the sheets, boneless and panting. When she could breathe again, Ian had crawled up to her, full of smug satisfaction. “I adore this look on you.” She kissed him.
“What look?” he asked innocently.
“Like you’ve won a competition for an unfathomably huge prize, and you’re basking in your success.”
A shadow flickered over his face, too fleeting for Tavi to parse.
“I have,” he said. “Your pleasure is a prize worth winning.” Ian settled himself between her thighs. “Now, are you ready to come again?”
“Not yet. I need a minute.”
“Let me help you get there,” he said, slicking his cock along her center. Tavi gasped. She felt so empty and aching. She tipped her hips up. He sank in an inch, but held back. She whimpered in protest.
“You want me to fuck you, Tavi?”
“Please.”
He thrust forward, filling her so suddenly and completely that she had to sink her nails into his shoulders to stay grounded. Already, the pressure coiled in her belly. He withdrew and sank deeper, groaning against her temple.
“You feel so good, Tavi. So tight and hot. Aching for me.”
“Yes,” she managed. He set a relentless pace. She locked her legs behind his waist.
“I’ve ached for you, too,” he declared through gritted teeth. “Ever since you threatened me with a fire iron, I wanted you. Your tits in my hands. In my mouth. I could hardly sleep last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about sinking my fingers into your hips and watching your arse bounce as I took you from behind.”
“Let’s do that,” she gasped. “I want you in me that way.”
Ian withdrew, leaving her with an empty ache. Tavi got onto all fours. He gripped her hips and slid into her from behind, penetrating even deeper. Harder than she thought she could handle, until after a few thrusts she arched her back and discovered she loved him pounding into her this way.
Tavi reached between her legs and stroked herself.
“Good,” he growled. “Touch yourself while I fuck you, Tavi. Come for me. Come hard on my cock.”
She obeyed. The climax tore through her. Wrenching. Blinding. She whimpered when he withdrew as the last waves of pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her with her face pressed into the pillow and her bottom high in the air.
His harsh gasp preceded the first streak of hot liquid that hit her back. Startled, Tavi managed to peer over her shoulder. Ian stroked himself fiercely, his expression twisted in a grimace bordering on pain as fluid shot from his cock onto her back. It dripped down her sides. Some of it puddled between her shoulder blades.
Tavi simply let it happen, fascinated and slightly appalled that she could find this enjoyable, yet she did. She loved what he was doing. Ian had remembered to withdraw. She’d expected it to be awkward and embarrassing. He’d made it the opposite.
“I’ve made a complete mess of you,” he said with a hint of chagrin.
“Indeed.” Tavi didn’t know whether she should get up, or what to do. She’d never been in this position before. Literally.
“Wait here.”
“I have nowhere to go,” she said, though it wasn’t entirely true. She did need to leave. The problem was that she wanted to stay here in a crumbling, abandoned castle, and keep doing this with Ian.
Tavi sighed. Ian returned with a damp cloth.
“I’m sorry it’s so cold,” he said.
