Page 60 of A Scandalous Love for the Enticing Duke
To her breast, he suckled and squeezed as though his life depended on it. Every time she curved and pushed it further into his mouth, he increased his pace. Her soft cries filled the room, and when he sensed her pleasure intensifying, he moved to the neglected part of the pair.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as he took the ripened bud into his mouth, and a cocky grin found its way to his face. His hands left her behind then and found their way to her feminine core. He cupped her folds and felt the warm moisture seep into his palm.
“Nicholas …”
She wiggled, and he knew what she was asking for. Having experienced this twice, she knew what pleasure awaited her. She sought. Who was he to deny her of that when he had sworn to worship her? Slowly, he parted her folds, his head hazy with the drunken desire that feeling her in his hands was causing him. Still sucking her breast, he found her entrance. Without warning, he snuck a finger in and enjoyed the welcome of her walls clenching around him.
She cried out, and he abandoned her bosom to kiss her. As their tongues met, he began to move. After a couple of strokes, he joined the first finger with another, and she gasped in surprise.
“Shh,” he consoled, aware that she would have experienced slight discomfort. However, he had to do this to ensure she was ready enough to accommodate him. He had never laid with a virgin, but he had read enough to know what he had to do.
Slowly, he thrust his fingers into her, creating a tempo. Then, her breaths became completely scattered, like his. He held on tightly to his rein of control. His cock stretched, becoming impossibly fuller when he had thought that impossible. Then, she began to grind her hips against his hands, and he lost the last bit of restraint he had been able to muster. She was dripping now, her walls less tight than they had been when he had first entered. She was ready; he knew that.
He withdrew his finger and spread her legs further apart as he settled at her entrance. His cock found its place, not needing to be led. He poised at her centre as he held himself up with his hands. He looked down at her and searched her eyes again. He found encouragement there, and his pride for her grew bigger. So brave, so fearless.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I’ve been told. I can take it, Nicholas. Please. I need you …”
He chuckled. He hoped she wouldn’t have a change of mind when he speared through her. Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and started to place soft, lingering kisses all over her face. First, her closed eyes, then her nose, then, her forehead. He kissed both cheeks, her chin, her jaw. As he did, he took her right thigh and slung it over his waist. Her breath fanned his face, even as they came out unevenly. He kissed her ears, her neck, then finally, he took her lips.
As he began to kiss her, he nudged at her entrance. Slowly, she opened up for him, and slowly, he entered. As he drove further in, her walls began to expand to accommodate his length, his size. She stopped kissing him, and her breath held as she waited for what was to come. Soon enough, Nicholas felt the restriction. It felt as though he could not go further, but he was halfway in, there was no stopping now, not when his muscles had grown taunt beneath his skin, waiting for the sweet pleasure she would give him, suffering from the sweet torture she gave him now.
Dragging in sufficient air, he took great pains to proceed slowly still. The moment seemed to pause; there was a hang in the air. Then he gave a hard push, and he was fully in, sheathing his long hard shaft with her moist heat. A tremor suffused through him as her walls clenched around him, and he swallowed her cry of pain.
He kissed her until he felt the tension begin to slip out from her body, until she began to relax. He made no attempt to move down here, wanting her to adjust to his intrusion, the feel of him inside of her. When she finally began to kiss him back, he surmised it was safe to move, and move he did.
Slowly, he eased out of her. When he was almost fully out, but for his head, he slipped back in. She moaned and threw back her head. Her other thigh joined the one that he had placed around his waist, and they locked at her ankles. He dropped on his knees and relieved his hands of the duty of holding him up. He reached for her hands which he was certain had left scars on his back – not that he minded a bit – and locked their fingers together on each side. He eased out slowly again, his muscles relaxing as he did. Then, again, slowly, he filled her up.
She moaned and rocked her hips against him on the third thrust. He drew in a sharp breath as the movement made her walls clench tightly around him and released it in a ragged stream. He was certain she had only done it to get comfortable. If only she knew what pleasure that had caused him. He continued to move. The fourth time, he slipped out less slowly and gave a sharp thrust, increasing the tempo. She whimpered as he slammed into her, and as he moved faster on the next stroke, she rose her hips to meet him. He became undone, and the beads of sweat that had fanned his face dropped. He felt hot all over, as though he would explode any moment from now.
She rose to meet him again, and when she rocked against him as she did, his eyes flew open to see her looking at him mischievously. Oh well, she certainly knew what she was doing. He wondered where she had learned how to do that, but that was certainly a question for later.
A low growl rose in his throat and escaped as a groan. Every bit of inhibition left him, and he increased the pace. Each thrust became harder, faster, and together they reached for the skies. Like a rocket, they shot up, touching the silver lining of the clouds. An orgasmic eruption occurred, his seeds burst forth into her, and their pleasure cries mingled, filling the room.
The last strain in his muscles melted away, and he felt his body become lax with his satiation. Too good, she had felt too good. Slowly, he eased out of her, his shaft soft. He fell on her, and her arms instantly went around him. She held him against her, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, the scent of their activity in the air and with the tenderness of a love, she caressed his back. Then, she dropped a kiss on his shoulders, and he rolled over, taking her with him. A huge smile remained on his lips as his eyes drifted closed.
Just a little more time to bask in this bliss, then, he would be on his way. In a short while, he began to hear her snores. He looked down at her, eyes closed, skin flushed, sleeping peacefully, and his heart clenched. All of this beauty, for him. He reckoned he must have done something entirely right in his lifetime to deserve this goodness.
When he was certain he would not wake her up, he stood up and covered her with thick sheets. Then, he put on his clothing and returned to her side. He stared at her for a moment longer, unable to believe that she had just given him the best moment in his life. Smiling like a fool, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and fought to leave her side.
In three days, he would never have to sneak in or sneak out again. Surely, he could wait that long.
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Alan met her by her window, waiting on him. As he landed on his two feet inside her chamber, he took his time to behold her. She was an angel, he was certain of this. The cool night air blew her hair softly, and the moon set a soft glow on her face, highlighting her beautiful features. It reminded him of the night all of this had started. She had been barely twenty, and it was her first ball in her parents’ home. She had been nervous. He had noticed because even then, when he had not known that the love he had nursed for her all those years was returned, he was her friend. What they had shared had been special. Beyond that, it had been true.
He had asked her if she would like some fresh air, and she had said yes. So, he had led her out onto the gardens, and once they were out of view, he had dared to hold her hands. They had walked for a while in comfortable silence. The kind he only ever experienced with her, aside his family. Then, she had stopped abruptly and stepped in front so she could face him.
“Do you remember that night, Agnes? At this moment, it’s all that comes to mind. A memory I will forever hold dear.”
She smiled, instantly knowing what night he spoke about. “You looked so dashing in your formal attire. I knew I could not keep it in any longer. It felt as though I would die if I did not birth those words that had been lodged in my throat for so long. I still remember them by heart.”
“As do I. You had looked me in the eye, with eyes so brown and so lovely. Then, you had said ‘You must know this Alan, for I cannot continue to die this slow death. I love you. I have loved you since that summer afternoon when you helped me up as I fell and tended so affectionately to my injuries. For years, I have told myself it is merely an infatuation, and I shall overcome this. However, I cannot deny this any longer. Not when it’s eating me up with every breath that I take. Every day, I only fall further in love with you. There is it. I suppose now, my heart can rest. Say nothing. I do not expect my love to be returned,’” he ended as the memory melted away to return to where it stayed, safe.
“I tried to run away then, but you wouldn’t let me. You grabbed my arms and said, ‘Forgive me’. Then, you gave me my first kiss. I knew at that moment, that I never wanted to be kissed by another. It was only after, that you too, confessed your emotions.”
Her eyes twinkled, and he knew she too was relieving the memory, just like he had. He stepped closer and stroked her cheeks. “We were a lost cause from the start, weren’t we?”
