Page 46 of His Grace, the Duke
“So good,” she replied on a breath, loving the way her body fit with his. Warmth spread from her chest and down her arms.
Burke leaned in, a heated glint in his eyes. “Claim him, love. Make him yours.”
Rosalie pressed down with her hips and started to move. Renley’s hands were everywhere at once—her hair, her shoulders, her breasts. He pulled her down to him, even as he arched up, seeking her mouth. Their kisses were open and eager.
“I wanted you from the first,” she said between kisses. “One look in your eyes and I was lost.”
His hand slipped between them. “Come for me.” He rubbed circles on her sensitive bud. “Need to feel you come on my cock.”
The ache was building. She sat back, reaching blindly for Burke. He shifted closer and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her breathless as Renley pleasured her. Renley shifted his hips and she gasped. Her core clenched tight as she cried out against Burke’s lips. Release rolled through her until she was sagging in Burke’s arms.
Renley lay beneath her, panting for breath. “So good. Burke, now,” he muttered. “I can’t—do it now—”
Her languid body folded over onto Renley’s warm chest. His arms wrapped around her as he murmured incoherently in her ear. Burke shifted off the bed, but she was too disoriented to follow his movements. He came behind her on his knees, straddling Renley’s legs. “Are you ready for me, love?”
She nodded.
Renley shifted beneath her. “Do you have—”
“Right here,” Burke replied.
Renley grunted his approval. “Ease into it.”
Rosalie’s senses slowly came back to her. Her vision sharpened. She could feel the sweat on Renley’s chest against her cheek. Renley was still inside her and Burke was behind her, one hand on her hip.
“We have oil to make it easier,” Renley murmured. “He’s going to start with his fingers.”
She lifted up on shaky hands, looking over her shoulder in time to see Burke pour a liberal amount of oil into his hand. She was unable to control her gasp as she felt the first drip of oil.
“So beautiful. You take Tom so well, love. You’re both perfect. I want you so badly.” Then his fingers were on her, stroking over her entrance.
“Relax,” Renley murmured. “Look at me, Rose. Look only at me.”
She held his gaze as Burke’s finger eased in. She bit her lip, letting her body settle into the new sensation.
Renley watched her. “How does it feel?”
“Strange,” she replied on a sharp exhale. “I—ah—”
Burke was pressing in with two fingers now. “You’re so tight, love. You were made for us. Look how well you take us both.”
Her eyes shut tight as Renley kissed her. He lifted his hips, moving inside her. “I can feel him too,” he said on a breath. “God, I want to feel you both.”
“She’s ready,” Burke muttered, his hand on her hip while he pressed in with his fingers.
“Go slow,” Renley replied. He looked at Rosalie. “Are you ready?”
She nodded.
“Use your words.” He cupped her face to hold her gaze. “Tell us.”
“Yes,” she said on a breath. “I want you both. Burke, please. I want you inside me. Please, you’re mine. My Horatio. My Burke—”
Burke gripped her face with his free hand and leaned over her back, skin against skin, and kissed her. His passion was barely contained. She felt the intensity of his need pulsing through him. It only made her own spiral higher. These men would be the death of her. She braced her forehead on Renley’s chest as Burke put his hand on her hip and lined himself up.
“Nice and slow,” Renley warned.
She gasped, feeling the tip of Burke’s cock pressing against her entrance.
