Page 58 of The Duke's Only Desire

He lay perfectly still over her, his weight supported on his forearms as her body adjusted to having him inside her. Good heavens, if she’d thought he’d filled her before—oh, not like this!Thiswas being stretched uncomfortably wide and tight, a bit painful even, but she wouldn’t stop him now. This was how babies were made, and she wanted nothing more than to bearhis children. So she shifted her hips beneath him in search of a more comfortable position.

Taking her little wiggle as an invitation, he began to move. His hips rose and fell as he slid his hard length inside her the same way he had his fingers, with deep plunges and teasing retreats. Only now, his plunges went so much deeper, his retreats sliding back until he almost slipped out of her before lowering himself into her again with a swirl of his hips. The uncomfortable tightness faded with each smooth glide, replaced by a gathering warmth down in her core, and she relaxed beneath him with a soft sigh.

His movements increased in intensity and speed, coming faster and harder, yet tears formed at her lashes from how tender and affectionate he was despite that, how he carefully kept his weight from crushing her even as his body shook with warring restraint and need. Sophie tightened her hold on him and lifted her hips from the mattress to meet each delicious thrust of his body into hers, each one deeper than before, until she was certain he was trying to crawl beneath her skin and never leave. Oh, she would have let him do just that!

“Sophie,” he murmured, her name a desperate plea.

“Yes,” she answered between breathless pants. “Anything, Shay…anything you want…”

“I want you.”

Before she could challenge that by stating he obviously already had her, he leaned his weight on his left forearm and slipped his right hand between them, down to where their two bodies joined. The smooth movements of his hips never stopped even as he rubbed his fingers against that throbbing little nub at the top of her folds where a relentless ache threatened to consume her.

“Shay!” Her hips bucked, and he drove himself deeper, grinding his pelvis against the sensitive nub. A second spasm gripped her—

She cried out as her body bore down around his, the tiny muscles inside her clenching around his still-hard length and her legs squeezing around his waist like a vise. Release overwhelmed her, leaving a tingling, pulsating pleasure in its wake, and she collapsed limply against the mattress. She could do nothing more than absorb the rush of joy that seized her as stars flashed before her eyes and as she struggled to gain back the breath he’d stolen.

Shay laced his fingers through hers and pinned both her arms over her head. His body rocked hard against hers now, his length buried deep within her, and she could feel his intense shaking reverberate through her, like a stir of echoes roiling wildly within her. God help her, her body tightened again like a coil around his, once more desperate to spring loose into bliss, and her plaintive whimper begged him for just that.

He buried himself inside her tight warmth to the hilt, then held himself there as a low groan rose from his throat. She felt him jerk inside her, and a spurting rush of liquid filled her with a tingling warmth. His buttocks tightened as he strained to empty every drop of himself inside her.

Sophie cried out again as a second rush of joy swept over her, even more powerful than the first. She shivered heatedly as the ache at her core that had been beating in time with her heart flamed pleasure through her, curling her toes and digging her fingertips deeply into his shoulders. Then sweet release gripped her, and her body loosened around his, utterly spent.

Shay collapsed onto the mattress beside her and moved only to gather her against him. She nestled against him, not wanting to let go. Her senses filled with the musky scent of making love, her skin sticky with perspiration and red with exertion, her hairin a tangled mess around her shoulders, and wet evidence of their love dripped between her legs. And she wasn’t embarrassed by any of it. He was her husband, and she was finally his wife in every way. She would never regret nor ever be ashamed of any pleasures they shared.

And nothing about her life would ever be the same again.