Page 59 of A Scandalous Love for the Enticing Duke
“I do not think, Eleanor. I know. We were made for each other, my love. Two peas in a pod.”
“I am so glad I found you. Who would have thought my secret rendezvous would lead me to the love of my life?”
“Well, a wise man once said, love leads the way to an even greater love.”
She giggled then, and he enjoyed the sound of it reverberating against his chest. Curious, he enquired, “What is it you find so amusing?”
“’tis nothing. I simply thought myself lucky, seeing as I shall be spending the rest of my life with this wise man.”
Filled so much with love, he thought he might burst from it, he rubbed his nose against hers. “Do not ever stop being my perceptive, witty book lover, Eleanor.”
“Never. I cross my heart, and I hope to die, if I tell a lie.”
“Then you had better not. I hope to have you around till we are old and grey.”
“Sounds like the stuff of fairy tales.”
“Only with us, it is the reality many dream of.”
This time, when he lowered his head, she met him halfway in a soul shattering kiss. It started slowly, sensual, tender, passionate. Then as he pulled her to him so he could bend her head for a deeper angle, the kiss became more heated. She opened up for him, and their tongues danced. Her hands curled around his neck, pulling him deeper to her, and his crotch nestled against her waist. That sent a ripple of sensation through him, and he dragged in a ragged breath. He had barely been able to hold himself back the first time. He knew that if he got his manhood excited again, he might not be able to hold back from taking her truly and fully, this time.
Still, when she kissed him the way she was kissing him now, it was difficult to stick to the voice of reason. Her hands moved from his neck to cradle his face close to her. Her lips suckled his, and every time their tongues touched, his manhood grew bigger. His hands began to find their way to the breasts that they had held only a short while ago, and he took control of the kiss. In a swift movement, he flipped her over so that she laid with her back against the bed, and he atop her. He broke the kiss to look at her. Her lips were swollen from being so properly kissed, and a sense of pride filled him. The way she looked at him, smiling like he made her the happiest woman in the entire world made his heart swell. He loved her. To God, he loved her so much.
“I love you, Eleanor. I could never hope not to love you.”
She lifted her hands to caress his cheeks softly, then holding his gaze with her violet orbs, she made her confessions too. “I love you, Nicholas. Forever. You make me so happy.”
“Well, I hope to keep doing that.” Before she could say any word more, he swooped down and captured her lips in another kiss. He caught her lips between his teeth and drew, and when she made a move to take in return, he pinned her down and kissed her thoroughly, ravenously. A moan escaped her lips, and it went straight to his loins. Fuelled by desire, he tore his mouth away from hers and sought her left ear. She squirmed as he took her earlobes into his mouth and began to nibble. Her breaths turned ragged, and they fanned against him, as her whimpering filled his ears.
Encouraged by her response to him, he dug his tongue into her ear. She shivered, drawing streams of air into her lungs. As he continued his licking, her back arched, and the air she had dragged in became released as a moan from deep within. Her hands moved then and began to explore his body. This time, he let her. He let her because it felt so blissfully good, and he could not find it in him to refuse. They were to be married, she was his to take, and he would. He moved to her other ear and worshipped as much as he had worshipped the first.
Beads of sweat began to pour out from his pores as the room got heated. The blood in his head had flowed down south, and his only commitment at this moment was to bring her pleasure. He went back to kissing her. With that distraction, he began to loosen the ropes on the night dress she wore. As the last rope came loose, the dress fell to her sides, revealing her perfect body. He broke the kiss and rose on his arms to behold her. It did not matter how many times he had seen her this way, he would never get tired of seeing her like this – never.
His breath hitched in his chest, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. Her breasts stood proud, firm, and that creamy skin. Well, they called to him, beckoned him to taste, take a drink. He was ruined, doomed, and there was nothing he could do to stop this, nothing he wanted to do. He looked into her eyes and got taken aback by the fierce desire he saw in them. They had gone dark, hazed with her lust. Her lust for him. He searched those eyes, wanting an answer. No matter how far gone he was, he would never take her if she was not ready.
She searched his too, and he wondered if she understood what he was asking. He opened his mouth to ask, but she stopped him with a finger to his lips.
“I am yours, Nicholas. Always and forever.”
Relief knocked the breath out of his lungs, and he sighed. Blue balls were not something he wanted to have to deal with tonight. Beyond that, this was not just about sating his desire. This lovemaking would be her first, their first. It honoured him to know that she had chosen to give this special gift to him freely. His heart swelled, and he gave her a smile that he hoped conveyed all the love he felt for her. All the love he would always feel for her.
“Thank you, Eleanor. I will take care of you. You trust me, do you not?”
She bobbed her head in response and smiled too. This moment, he took and tucked into a special place in his heart. He would remember till the day he closed his eyes for the last time.
Slowly, he ridded her entirely of her clothing, so that she laid completely naked. Then, he stood up and slowly took off his own clothes. Her skin flushed as he turned to face her. He stood, unmoving allowing her to take him in. She was shy, that much was obvious. However, her curiosity got the better of her. Tentatively, her eyes began to roam over him. As they did, it felt like a soft caress upon his skin. As though she was touching those spots with a light feather. A tremor of anticipation ran down his spine, and his balls began to ache. He wanted nothing more than to climb on that bed and finish what they had started, but he had seen her – it was her turn to see him too. Really, see him. He watched her as she took him in. From his face to his shoulders, his arms, his belly. It felt awkward, but he remained. He had a fine, lean build, he could do without feeling so self-aware. Her eyes continued to roam, and he knew the moment they landed on his manhood. They widened in fear, and he instantly became alarmed. One quick look downwards told him she had enough reason to be scared.
His manhood jutted out, proudly, fully stretched. He looked up at her, willed her to do the same, and she swallowed as she did.
“It’s so huge. How is this even possible?”
He wanted to chuckle at her concerns, but they were not unfounded. Deciding that she had seen enough, he began to advance towards her. He soon reached. He climbed on to the bed, and as he drew closer to her, she leaned further away, until they were back to the position they had been in before.
“It’s going to hurt the first time, for certain. Nevertheless, it is certain to fit. This is nothing compared to the babies you will birth for us.” Her mouth shaped into an ‘O’ as his words sunk. “I will be gentle, I promise.”
She nodded, and he took her mouth again, wanting to distract her from her fear. It seemed to work, for in a moment, she was touching his body again, pulling him to her. Skin touched skin, and as a moan of satisfaction escaped her lips, a sigh escaped his. The night cold was nothing, not when she filled his body with such pleasurable warmth. His cock pressed against her belly, and he hardly resisted the urge not to rub against it, enjoy the sweet relief and torture that would come with the movement. He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down south. He ignored the two breasts that called out to him, focussing on the narrow path in between. As he kissed her sweet flesh which smelled so exotic and tasted so divine, she began to squirm over his hold. She held her breath for a long moment and released it when he grazed her flesh with his teeth. Her nails scratched his skin, and he welcomed the pain. Her pleasure was getting the most of her, making her restless, that much was obvious; it meant he was doing something right. Her legs curved around his, securing him between her, and he chuckled. He licked her skin, kissed until he stopped at the top of the patch of clean shaven hairs. He felt her tremble beneath him as he placed a kiss there.
Her back arched, and her legs spread wider. She shivered, moaning as she did. He lifted himself on his elbows then and brought his head down on her right breast. His right hand found the other while his left hand began to roam. It mapped out her skin like he had felt his eyes, did his. He kept his touch soft, light like a feather, and her short ragged breaths threatened to drive him wild. He fit his hand between her and the bed and palmed her behind. They were pert, firm, and fitting into his hand as though they belonged there.
