Page 75 of My Blind Duke
“Why?” Prudence cried, startled by the cruel denial of her release.
“I want to be inside you. I want us to find our release together. I cannot wait any longer–”
“Then do not,” she said softly, drawing him into a kiss with a hand on his neck. “Do not wait. Fill me.”
William tensed up and then groaned, leaning forward to kiss her again, pressing against her.
“What gives you the right to be so alluring? To hold me on such a tight, short leash?” he complained huskily, undoing his breeches.
“Ironic, is it not?” Prudence smiled up at him, her mind hazy with desire. “That is how I feel around you. Like I am trapped. Except… I never want to leave.”
“Then do not,” he said.
And then he slowly thrust his erection into her, filling her to the brim.
Prudence gasped, her hands scrambling to find some sort of grounding purchase as she felt immediately overwhelmed by the length and girth of him.
William shushed her softly, pressing kisses all over her face.
“Breathe, my love.”
“I cannot–”
“You must. Inhale, slowly and deep.”
She did as he asked, struggling to get the air into her lungs for a moment, exhaling slowly when he prompted her to. Gradually, the pain dulled as she kept breathing at his behest, feeling utterly cared for by the gentle tone of his voice and the soft way he was stroking her head.
“I am going to move now,” he warned her, but he remained still until she nodded.
Slowly, William pulled out of her completely and thrust back in deeply. Prudence let out a cry as his girth and length stretched her out. She felt so… full, her whole body tingling with sensations she had never felt before.
William set a rapid pace, his hands braced on her waist to pull her down to meet his every thrust, his lips finding hers as he continued to take her in deep, steady strokes. Prudence tightened her hold on him, her head thrown back as the flames of desire consumed her.
As they lay entangled, their bodies intimately entwined, the passion between them reached a fever pitch. There was only the raw, visceral connection of two souls drawn together by an undeniable force.
Soon, Prudence found herself at the edge again, her walls tightening around his shaft.
“William… ah – I am–”
“I know. I know, my love,” he told her, his voice breathless.
It seemed that hearing him sound just as affected as she was by their act was what sent her over the edge, her body tensing as it was wrought by ecstasy. William too became stiff, his grip on her hips turning momentarily painful as they tightened, likely to leave a bruise.
William eventually moved, pulling out of Prudence and lifting her into his arms wordlessly to hold her close.
It took a moment for the haze of pleasure to clear from Prudence’s mind but when it did, she found herself waiting for him to say something more – to tell her what his actions meant.
But he said nothing and she believed she understood what he was trying to say.
This was goodbye.
“More syrup, please?” Melanie asked, her voice bright and cheerful as she poked at the stack of golden pancakes on her plate.
Prudence looked up, holding a hand out in the direction of the approaching maid.
“Do not worry, I will handle it,” she said, before smiling, her hand hovering over the silver syrup pitcher. “Of course, my sweet,” she told Melanie, carefully drizzling the sweet liquid over the child’s breakfast.
The morning sun streamed through the windows of the breakfast room, casting a warm glow on the familiar surroundings, painting reality in a way that looked as though it had come right out of a dream.
