Page 87 of The Duke Who Claimed Her

“I think so?”

“Tell me if it is uncomfortable,” he said to her. “Tell me if you wish for me to stop.”

“I will.” Her heart was stuck in her throat, and while she was afraid, she knew that she wanted this. “Do it.”

“Your wish…” Caspian gently guided himself inside Arabella. Slowly, he guided his tip to her sex, then, just as slowly, lowered her with his knees. She breathed in, held her breath, went rigged as she felt him enter her. “… is my command.”

“Oh…”

It was indescribable. There was a bit of pain and discomfort, and Arabella willed herself through that. There was awkwardness and other sensations she did not know, but she continued on. And slowly, as she accepted her husband, the pain and discomfort left her. It started to feel right.

“Are you…” he asked once he was fully inside.

“I think so.” She breathed heavily and nodded.

He smiled and stroked her face as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “Are you ready?”

“For what?”

His response was to start moving his hips.

“Oh!” Arabella fell forward, keeping her legs straddled around Caspian. She went to nuzzle her face into his neck, but he moved so that his lips found her instead.

Soon, they were locked in a passionate kiss, which provided a good distraction as Caspian gently and carefully thrust his hips up and down.

She tried to focus on the kiss, but that was impossible. Each time he moved his hips, it sent a spike of pleasure up her body that pierced her heart and chest. The pleasure was uncomfortable at first, and it made her breathing heavy and sporadic as she attempted to get used to it.

“Is that…” he breathed between kisses. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he moaned. “Keep going.”

He chuckled and did as she asked.

Slowly, the pleasure increased, as did the force of his movements. Long, deep thrusts, each one felt fully. It started between her thighs, waves of pleasure that bloomed like a flower and spread the faster he thrust. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, but not separate. Rather, it was a feeling of completeness.

“More,” she started to beg as she continued to kiss him. “More…”

Caspian wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her face into his chest. His other hand gripped her buttocks, helping to move her as his hips thrust up and down. She pushed herself to her knees, her butt sticking out, giving him room to push himself in deep and hard.

“Yes…” she moaned into his chest. “Oh… Please… Yes…”

Caspian began to growl. He started to snarl. His thrusts became quick, sharp jabs. Then they turned long, slow, and purposeful. Then they picked up speed again.

Her naked body pressed against his naked torso. Sweat coated them both. She brought her head up and began to kiss and lick him; she just wanted to taste him! She did not care how.

This was more than sex. It was more than a physical connection. It was lovemaking, two bodies becoming one, the final piece of the puzzle that was their marriage. And the picture it created was more than Arabella believed was possible.

“Arabella…” he began suddenly as she felt his legs tremble. “I… I am…”

“Do it,” she commanded.

It was as she said those words that she felt it too. It was the same as when he had pleasured her with his tongue, only more. It started between her thighs, but it rose quickly across her body. It was a fire burning. It was a powder keg ready to explode. It was the world ending, yet in such a way that Arabella yearned for it.

And when it came upon her, Caspian thrust a final time, threw back his head, and roared. She did the same, letting the sensation take her so that she thought her body might be torn apart, only for the following implosion to stitch it back together. She pushed down her hips, their bodies wrapped completely, sounds escaping them both that were not for human ears.

Then… it was done.

But Arabella did not try to climb from her husband, nor did he push her off. She stayed right where she was, her body wrapped around him as his arms embraced her fully. Their breathing was heavy. Their hearts beat as one. And for a moment, they simply lay there…