Page 73 of A Duke for Stealing
“I want you,” he rasped, starting to tremble from the growing, aching need consuming him. “I want you so badly I can barelybreathe, but I cannot take you. Not here. Not for your first time. Not with others just a wall away.”
Realization finally dawned in her beautiful blue eyes, and then she rose on her tiptoes and kissed his lips so tenderly it made him groan.
“We are not far from the London house,” she whispered, tracing her fingers over his hands, “Take me there, Everett. I want you too.”
Rose cried out loudly as Everett’s tongue brought her to release. They’d dressed in a shaking hurry, barely made time to make sure their masks were on properly, before they all but fled from the Masquerade. The carriage ride had been short, but even in the brief time, Rose and Everett had flung to one another like magnets, kissing one another desperately as she straddled his lap.
There were no servants to send away when they made it to their London house, as they now spent most of their time in Stapleton, so as soon as Everett had the door opened, he pressed her up against the nearest wall. He ripped her dress down the middle as he kissed her deeply, moving his hands in rough, needy strokes over her breasts.
Feverish with her own need, Rose clawed at his jacket and shirt until she could reach his warm muscles beneath, and just as he had to her, her hands possessively roamed over his body. Everettthen picked her up, their kisses never ceasing as he carried her to the parlor. They never made it to the chaise in the center of the room.
Instead, Everett took only a few more steps before he took Rose with him to the floor and dove between her legs. His mouth was hot and possessive as he lavished upon her mons, and her release came quickly and intensely.
“Rose,” Everett hoarsely whispered as he dragged his sweat-slicked body up hers, teasing her further, “Are you sure? Are you-”
“Take me,” She commanded, then grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into another kiss.
She lavished the taste of herself on his lips.
She then hooked her legs around his hips, showing him that she meant it, and urged him forward.
Rose had always imagined her first time to be gentle and sweet, but this —this needy taking — was much better.
Shooting white stars of pain exploded behind Rose’s eyes as Everett obeyed her commands and thrust his hardened manhood between drenched petals. His moan was deep and guttural as he hit her womb. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she trembled from the shock and tried to find her breath.So. Full.
“Slowly,” Everett whispered, reaching down to stop her hips from moving. She hadn’t even realized she was still moving.
“Gently at first,” Everett coaxed, tilting his hips a scant inch, then slowly surged forward again. “Let your body become used to me. Let the pain fade away.”
Rose mentally clung to Everett’s voice as he reverently whispered his commands in deep, hypnotizing tones.
“That’s it,” he groaned, as if he could feel her body begin to relax, “That’s my good girl. Nice and slow. Nice and slow.”
Little by little, Everett’s slow, small strokes eased the pain in Rose’s core, and it was only when her legs dropped from his hips and her whimpers turned into moans that he began to pull further out, then glide slightly harder back in.
“God, you are so wet for me, Rose,” Everett rasped, “So very tight and drenched for me.”
“For you,” Rose moaned back as he thrust deeper, “Justyou.”
Everett let an aching groan at her words, and he pulled back further until the tip of his sword was at the edge of her sheath. Then thrust back in with a quickness, making Rose pull in a hissing breath and her back arch.
“You are mine.” He growled it, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster. “All mine.”
“Yours,” Rose moaned, then reached for his face and kissed him again. “Now show me I am yours.”
Her words were like a spell releasing a beast from its magical bonds, and what restraint Everett seemed to be holding onto vanished. He hiked her leg over his shoulder and thrust back inside of her, going deeper than he had before. The heady, jarring sensation sent spirals of pleasure throughout Rose’s body, and she screamed his name.
“You’re mine,” he growled again, his hips moving faster, stronger.Harder.Pounding into her as if he were desperate to be a part of her.
“Yours,” she breathed, feeling a different sort of climax gathering tightly in her womb. This was different than the one she felt when he used his fingertips or his tongue. It was stronger, more intense, but like the others, she felt no control over it. It was Everett’s to give.
As if he could feel her release gathering, Everett demanded her for it, and the mixture of his voice and thrusts had her tumbling over the edge of pleasure and into a state of bliss she’d never thought possible. Her body released waves of pleasure over and over again, as if it were never going to stop- and within those waves, Everett’s moans grew more frequent, his cock swelled impossibly larger, and with a final growl, Everett’s hips froze, and she felt him explode with his own need.
“This is not how I planned for this evening to go,” Everett confessed.
On his chest, Rose hummed, then giggled. It had taken what seemed like forever to pull himself away from Roses’ body. She was so warm, so perfectly tight around him that he truly never wanted to extricate himself. However, he knew she would soon be sore, and to stay planted within her would be selfish.
They had both whimpered as the connection broke, and Everett felt his body calling to hers as he eased away. He stayed away long enough to build a fire in the hearth and pull a blanket from the nearby armoire. Then, he gathered her in his arms, brought her to the chaise, and nestled her atop his chest as he covered her back with the blanket.
