Page 74 of Her Beast of a Duke
He set her down gently on the bundle of towels that had been left on the floor, and when he gazed down at her, kneeling over her body, Isabella felt every doubt about whether he wanted her flee her mind. His eyes were dark with arousal, hooded and heavy.
“Yes?” she breathed, wanting to know what had him looking so lost to lust.
“You…” He was just as breathless as she was. “You are—you areeverything.Your body is everything, and I cannot get enough of it. Enough ofyou,Isabella.”
His attention lingered on her breasts, and he lowered his mouth to one peaked nipple, swirling his tongue around it, before moving across to the other.
Isabella gasped, her fingers sliding into his hair. She tightened her grip on him as he laved his tongue over her breasts, kissing and sucking little pink marks into her already flushed skin.
As he did, he positioned himself against her in such a way that his length was pressing against her folds, where his fingers had just prepared her for the intrusion.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmured against the swell of her chest, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. Isabella felt dizzy with the attention.
“I want this,” she affirmed, her breath so short. “I wantyou.I want everything you have to give me, Oscar. Heavens, I want you inside me. I want you so pressed within me that I will feel you even when I wake tomorrow.”
“Such a filthy mouth,” he laughed quietly, sucking hard on her nipple before bracing himself above her.
The towels cushioned her body against the floor, and she felt as though she was drowning in comfort andhim.All of him—every powerful inch—and then he was inside her snugly, as though they were both made to fit like this together.
At the first push into her, Isabella keened in her throat, her walls tightening around him.
Oscar made a rough noise in his throat, and she marveled at the flex of his muscles as he slowly pushed more of himself into her. His eyes never left hers, and she knew he was searching for signs of pain. It was an adjustment, certainly, but she would not go back. She did not want to be parted from him like this.
Once he was fully inside her, Isabella gasped out, her head tipping back against the towels. Her eyes fluttered closed again, but a thumb pressing to her mouth made her open them.
“Keep your eyes on me, Isabella,” Oscar told her. “I want to see every dark look of yours as I pleasure you, for your eyes go so deliciously shadowed when you are in the throes of passion.”
“O-Oscar,” she moaned, unable to handle the words.
Not when her body was already so heated, not when desire burned her from the inside out, and not when she was so, so full of him.
He was deeper than she had ever thought could be possible, and it was a marvel to even know he fit inside her.
Glancing down, she saw how closely their hips pressed together, and she let out a disbelieving breath.
“Move,” she allowed, nodding.
“Ask me nicely,” he purred, rocking his hips once in a torturous taunt.
“Pleasemove,” she begged. “Take me.Please. I am yours—wholly. I need you.”
As if to ascertain that, her walls clenched around him, and Oscar’s teasing smirk dropped as he groaned. His hand pressed to the floor next to her head, and he began to pull out and thrust back into her. He did so firmly but slowly, deepening how he filled her each time.
Isabella’s breath punched out of her, her moans spilling into the space between them.
Her legs were parted around his hips, but he adjusted them so her ankles hung over his shoulders, and he pressed even closer into her.
Isabella mewled, her nails scrabbling over his shoulders, unable to stop her cries of pleasure as he hastened his thrusts.
“Heavens, you feel sinful,” he told her. “You feel like you were made to take me like this.”
He broke off into a groan as his hips stuttered, as if he was just as overwhelmed as she was.
Together, they drowned, and Isabella tugged his face to hers, kissing him through the unending pleasure as he rocked into her. He alternated from slow but deep rocking to faster thrusts that were shallower but kept her teetering on the edge pleasurably.
She could not help how vocal she became beneath his touch, his attention, and she scrabbled to keep him close, not daring to let even an inch of space part them.
When Oscar rolled his hips against her, pushing as deep as he could go, and holding that depth, Isabella realized she was climaxing once more, caught unawares by it.
