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I thrust back inside her, taking her deep.

“Grab the headboard, Holly.”

She did, and I settled into a rhythm, making myself go slower than I wanted. My cock loved how she gripped me and tried to hold me inside her when I pulled back. Between my pre-cum and her wet cunt, I slid in and out of her, the sound of our mixed pleasures filling our hideaway.

I was going to fill her with my cum and a primitive part of my brain loved knowing she would walk around this castle with my milk inside her. She was here and mine to protect. I would take care of her in every way. And that meant fucking that pussy of hers.

“Malcolm, that’s so good,” she moaned softly.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you.” God, it was taking all my concentration not to empty my load into her. But I wanted her to come so hard that she passed out.

“I’m so close.” Her hands clenched the headboard so hard that her knuckles whitened.

I push forward, taking her with harder strokes until my cock is so swollen with the need to come I can’t take it anymore.

“Now, Holly, come for me, baby! Now!”

“Fuck me, Your Grace!” Holly cried. Her voice was hoarse. Her body shuddered, and she let go of the headboard.

I slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me as my cock pulsed. My release was so strong, my cum emptied into her pussy, one thick ribbon after another.

Fuck, I hope I’ve knocked her up.

I held her against me as we collapsed on the bed. The only sound was our panting breaths.

She roused from her pleasure, turning to me. “Malcolm, I’m not like that.”

“Like what?” I let my hand fall to her breast, cupping the fullness. Her nipple hardened at my touch. My cock was still hard inside her.

“The things I said—I’m not like that.” She turned her lovely gaze up to mine. She was worried about what had happened between us—that her submission to me would make me think differently of her.

“It’s us, Holly. It’s who we are. Nothing to ever be ashamed about, love. Sleep now.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but I leaned down, silencing her with a kiss. Her lips met mine and she stilled.

I wanted her again, but she needed to rest

I pulled back regretfully and tucked her head against my chest. “You’re safe now. Close those pretty eyes and just be for a while.”

CHAPTER 6

HOLLY

Holy hell. What the hell just happened? Last night and multiple times this morning, Malcolm wrung multiple orgasms from me.

And to think I was just hoping for a hotel room somewhere. I’d not pictured being thoroughly fucked in the Duke of Lachlan’s magnificent four-poster bed.

And it was glorious. My body still buzzed with pleasure. I couldn’t think of the last time I felt this relaxed. After all that time in bed, we’d leisurely showered. Malcolm had been fascinated by my body, wet and slippery.

“I can’t stand the thought of putting those clothes back on,” I said, enjoying Malcolm toweling me off. He alternated, kissing my body part with the towel work.

“Don’t,” he said simply.

“I’m not walking around your castle wearing your bathrobe.”

“More’s the pity.” He chuckled. “I have a few things that might work.”

“Your clothes will never fit me.” I would feel like a child playing dress-up in Malcolm’s clothes.

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