Page 69 of The Duke's Carriage Window
“Ahh, God, what you do to me!” He relaxed into the bed. After a moment, he turned toward her, a hint of red high on his aristocratic cheekbones.
“You must know by now that you own me, Meredith. With just the touch of your hand, I lose myself so easily with you.”
A rush of delight and joy swept through her at the thought that she had the power to bring this man, this god in bed, such pleasure. Even with his essence still coating her wrist, she felt as though she was his equal, a goddess of pleasure in her own right.
He leaned over to kiss her, the experience slow and seductive before he slipped out of bed. He returned with a wet cloth and he wiped her hand clean with tenderness. It humbled her to feel such affection and care in such a small thing.
Darius set the cloth aside and pulled her into his arms, kissing her senseless. That never-ending desire was stirred up inside her again, like embers coaxed into a healthy blaze once more. She let go of herself and fell into that kiss with everything she had.
A long, delicious time later, he rolled her onto her stomach, covering the backs of her shoulders with languid kisses. God, she wanted him, wanted that wildness that building within her to be unleashed again. Eager for more, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. Her body was hungry to feel that intimate connection to him.
“Trust me?” he asked.
“Always,” she replied without thought.
“You will enjoy this.” He knelt behind her as he said this. He moved the blunt head of his cock against the waiting wetness of her sex, then pushed into her, filling her. It felt so good, and she was so wet and ready for him. His hips pressed against her bottom as he sank all the way inside of her. They both shared a soft shudder of pleasure at the deepness. There was no part of her that felt unfilled and untouched by him.
“That’s it. Take me all the way, love.” Darius encouraged as he held still. She could feel her body relax around him in this new angle of penetration. She experimentally moved away from him and pushed herself back, delighting in the sound of his moan as he slid in and out of her.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked with a husky chuckle.
She looked over her shoulder at him again. “Ready?”
“Yes.” He grasped her hips, his fingers tightening. He withdrew and slammed back into her hard. “Ready for that?”
She nodded frantically. “Please, yes please…” She was thrilled by how Darius pushed her to her limits and showed her just how wild she could be when she was with him.
He leaned forward, fisting his hand in her long hair and gently tugging it. A spiral of excitement swept through her. A second later he began to drive into her in earnest. Their bodies slapped together as he showed her a rough side to lovemaking that made her mad for more, mad for him.
She was so close… So close to that pinnacle of pleasure. But before she peaked, Darius moved his hand underneath her to slide between her legs. He caressed that sensitive pearl until it was too much to bear. She wriggled her hips to escape his touch, but Darius was too strong and held her fast, continuing to tease that bud until she screamed in pleasure. She collapsed onto her forearms on the pillows as exquisite sensations rolled through her.
Darius continued to drive deep into her, his fingers still caressing her. Meredith wanted to weep at the overwhelming sensations that continued to roll over and over her. Meredith’s body twitched with pleasure, her sated limbs heavy with exhaustion, but he didn’t relent in his sensual assault.
She couldn’t do more than cry out with ecstasy as Darius continued to take her, his hands holding her down when she felt like she might float away. When she was convinced she couldn’t take any more, that she was going to sink into her bed and never move again, Darius thrust in hard and bellowed her name before they both collapsed on the bed together.
Darius lay half on top of her, his cock still buried inside her. He panted hard as she struggled to catch her breath, her body still twitching around his cock.
“You feel like heaven.” Darius kissed her shoulder, then her cheek as he gazed at her. “I need to move, but I can’t find the will.”
She reached up behind her to catch his right buttock in her hand, holding her close to him.
“Then stay.” She replied, knowing she sounded far too seductive. The man had turned her completely wanton, but she didn’t care.
He closed his eyes and circled his hips as his cock moved inside her. They both shared a groan.
“If I don’t move all, I shall take you again and we might never leave this bed.”
“And is that a bad thing?” she asked with a contented yawn.
“No,” he laughed. “But you have a letter to write to Prince George, and I have a wedding to plan.”
My wedding. To Darius.
She was starting to believe that she was dreaming all of this, no matter how real everything had felt.
Darius eased out of her and then lay down beside her in the bed, sharing a pillow with her as he brushed his thumb over her cheek.
“Are you all right? I was rather rough.”
