Page 6 of Claiming His Lost Duchess
“I am sure. I want you,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her back with as much fervor, his hands roaming her body again. One of them slid up to her breast, and she arched into his touch, while the other cupped her buttock, pushing her forward so he could grind against her.
“I promise,”he mumbled as he left fleeting kiss along her jaw and the curve of her neck. “I will make this as pleasurable for ye as I possibly can.”
“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you told me your name,” she gasped breathlessly.
He laughed, nimble fingers undoing her cloak and the buttons at the back of her dress.
“You may call me Graham.”
The name had barely settled in her mind before he carefully helped her disrobe, his touch and kisses keeping her sated and calm as he slowly got rid of the clothes between them.
By the time she had managed to recall some of her senses, he had carried her to the bed and had laid her down. He somehow looked even more handsome like this, hovering over her, his dark gaze roaming over her body hungrily.
“I made ye a promise,” he reminded her softly, placing a gentle kiss on her nose, a stark contrast against the desire burning in his eyes as his hand went up her chemise. “I’ll take good care ye and show pleasure unlike anything ye've never kent afore. Just trust me, an' tell me at once, if ye want tae stop.”
Joan nodded, unable to find her voice in that moment, but he took her response for what it was anyway.
He did keep his word right from the start, his hands caressing every inch of her skin he could reach. He kissed her lips, her cheeks and her jaw, parting her lips open with his tongue, making her shudder as she got to taste him.
Meanwhile, his touch continued to spread flames across her body, and when his hand made its way between her legs, she couldn’t help but spread them further, giving him all the access to her he would require.
Her actions seemed to please him because he kissed her even deeper and she whined as he inserted a finger past her folds.
“How does that feel? Good?” he asked as he slowly withdrew it only to press it back in.
Joan was quickly losing all comprehension of speech but she still managed to exhale,
“Y-Yes… ah.”
He added another finger and smiled as she arched her back off the bed, looking to press closer towards him. Dutifully, held her close as his fingers continue to move in and out of her, until he had reduced her to a bumbling, tense mess.
A wave of pleasure wrought through her and she pressed her face into his shoulder to muffled her cries.
Graham tutted in disapproval as he released her and moved to settle between her legs as he undid his breeches.
“Don’t hide yer gorgeous sounds from me. I want to hear it all. I want to see all of ye,” he paused as his manhood sprung free of his breeches and he pressed the tip against her folds. “Feel all of ye.”
Joan stared up at him, watching and feeling with bated breath as he inserted himself into her. The intrusion came with pain and she cried out, clutching at the sheets of the bed.
“Don’t worry,” he told her gently. “The pain will fade. I won’t move until ye tell me to.”
His consistent reassurances ate at whatever concerns sprung forth and it wasn’t long before she found herself relax slightly, wanting more of the tingle of pleasure she could feel running up her spine.
So, she reached for one of his hands that had a firm grip on her hips, prompting softly as she rested her hand over it.
“Go on.”
Clearly, he did not need to be told twice. He pulled out of her almost completely, thrusting back inside with the utmost care. Still, the length and girth of him took her breath away, the feeling so intense, it nearly overwhelmed her. It felt so much, sogood and she was thankful that she had given herself the chance to experience the dance of desire.
If after all of this, she ended up getting caught, at least she would have had a choice over her body — one she might never get again.
Graham seemed just as affected, his hips stuttering with how he was doing his best to keep a slow pace as the moved in and out of her.
“My God, ye feel unlike anything I could’ve dreamed of. Utterly incredible.” He pulled her hips suddenly to meet his thrust, grinding forward deep and slow. “Utterly breathtaking.”
Joan let out a moan that startled her, but somehow spurred him on and he repeated the way he has moved, over and over again until the room was filled with their moans and groans, and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. As the brink drew closer and closer, Joan grew needy somehow, reaching her hands out to his face.
