Page 61 of A Scandalous Love for the Enticing Duke
When he would have withdrawn his hand, she held it in place with hers and leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “It never mattered to us, the odds. I would do it all over again, Alan. See how far we’ve come.”
That was it. He closed the distance between them and pulled her in for a soul aching kiss. As they pulled away, he responded, “As I would. I cannot believe I almost gave up on you.” Indeed, he could not. The thought of how close he had come to losing her plagued him daily. As if she read his thoughts, she stopped him with a finger to his lips.
“Shhh. All that matters is now. None of that. None of that.”
He took in a deep breath as he searched her eyes. This was the first time he was alone with her since that night in the garden. So much had happened between then and now; it felt like ages ago. Alas, she was right. None of that mattered. Only now. Only now.
In one move, he swooped her into his arms. She yelped in surprise, and her hands instinctively went around his neck. She fit perfectly; she was just the perfect weight. His eyes twinkled with love as he looked down upon her.
“In that case, sweetheart, allow me to love you tonight. Allow me to show you just how much I intend to love you for the rest of my life.”
She simply nodded, and he held her eyes until they reached her bed. Softly, he dropped her on the bed. Still holding her gaze, he proceeded to rid her of her flimsy clothing. When she laid naked, her gorgeous body bare to his eyes, he proceeded to rid himself of his clothing too. He kept their eyes locked, and the rise and fall of their chests fell into rhythm. The hands with which she had shielded herself fell away as he slowly climbed onto the bed, shielding her from the crisp night air with his body. When his bare legs rubbed against hers, his body flamed up, and he knew they would feel no cold tonight. Their bodies would burn as wood and create enough heat for the both of them.
He had waited so long for this moment. Though their wedding day was only three days away, he could no longer wait. The desire for her consumed him until all he wanted to do was bury himself deep inside her and spill his seeds inside of her. He wanted to kiss her and taste her, drink from her, give her pleasure like she had never experienced. His cock stood as it filled with blood, and he was glad he now laid above her. He moved until his face was directly above hers. Their eyes glued, their noses almost touching as their breaths mingled.
Intense, it was so intense that he feared he might find his release from this moment alone, where her hot breath fanned his face, and their chests touched every time they rose, pushing her perfect naked twins into his body. This moment where her breaths went in like breathy moans.
Without warning, he covered her lips with his and began to kiss her. Slowly, so painfully slowly, but it had to be so. For this night, as much as the man in him wanted to take her like a savage beast, the lover in him wanted to make love. He wanted to take his woman gently and spare her as much pain as he could for her first time.
They became one as they exchanged fluid, as their tongues danced and teased and searched. They became one as their breaths synched and her red buds pebbled and poked at him. They became one as he sucked and nibbled her lips, drawing sweet juices from the part of her which held her greatest treasure. He kissed her, thoroughly, leaving no terrain in her mouth uncharted. When she began to squirm beneath him and moan in her throat, he moved lower, trailing kisses down her throat, to her neck, until he found her first woman curve. He covered one ready twin with his mouth and catered for the other with his hand. She gave a strangled cry as his teeth grazed her pert bud, and her back curved in an arc, pushing her further into him.
He worshipped as he had promised, sucking each breast tenderly, powerfully until her words became incoherent and her moans, insistent. Then he began to move lower. Slowly, he trailed kisses down the narrow valley between her bosom. She squirmed and writhed as her hands fisted the sheet. With his hands, he held her in place and continued to move. From her belly to her knees then he began to trail kisses up her inner thigh. Of their own volition, her legs parted, granting him access. Still, he sent them further apart and continued to trail kisses until his head poised at her core.
When she would have closed her legs, he held them apart. He took his time, savouring the scent of her arousal, heated, thick, moist. It drowned his senses, so much that he hardly heard her call his name.
“Alan …”
“Shh … let me love you, Agnes,” was his only reply to her unvoiced question. Without warning, he took her into his mouth, lifting her lips so that he would drink. The moment he flicked his tongue against her centre, she jerked up.
“Alan!”
He pushed her back into the bed and resumed his feeding. She was warm, moist, waiting for him, ready. He had to make her more ready. Fold by fold, nub, by nub, he took it all in, grazed, suckled, nibbled, until he found her centre. Then, he thrust.
She arched and lifted her hips into his mouth as another cry escaped her lips. In and out, he thrusted, until he felt her begin to widen, to drip heavier than she had been dripping. So, he increased his pace and applied his fingers to her folds and the nub that crowned her jewels. She writhed, wiggled, squirmed, all in a bid to get free.
“Please … it’s overwhelming. I can’t take anymore.”
He chuckled against her, and she trembled. “Oh, but we are only beginning, love.”
He thrust in again and knew the moment her climax began to build. With his tongue and his fingers, he worked feverishly. He felt the tremor begin to travel up from her toes, to her legs, her thighs, until it went to every part of her. Then, with an explosion that thrilled him, she came undone. Thankfully, she muffled her screams with a pillow. Her juices spilled, and he lapped it all up. She tasted delicious. He rose then and replaced his tongue with one finger. Then, it was two. Her breath hitched, and her body which laid languid minutes ago, began to gain strength. As he pumped into her with his fingers, her breath began to quicken. This time, when she begged, it was for something entirely different.
“Alan, I need … I want …”
She rocked her hips against his hands, and the pleasure he was causing her was enough for his seeds to burst forth. He knew there was no more he could take, and he had succeeded in getting her ready enough for his cock.
“Say it, Agnes. What do you need?”
Her eyes were squeezed shut as she shook her head. Sweat dripped all over her body, just as it dripped all over his. He had been right. There would be no chill, not tonight.
“I do not know. I just need something.”
He smirked and removed his fingers and settled himself at her entrance. His cock pulsed, nudging, ready to spear through in any moment. It took everything in him to hold onto the rein of control that was thin and slipping through his fingers.
“What do you want, Agnes? Say it.”
Now, his face was atop hers like before, and she opened her eyes, sensing him. Their gazes locked, and he knew the moment she gained clarification.
“You. I need you. Now, Alan.”
