Page 41 of The Duke of Pain

Oh, she never felt like this before, as if she were to fly above the clouds. Olivia’s eyes widened in wonderment.

“Look at me, Liv. I want to see your face when you come.”

His strokes increased, and so did her groans of desire. Her back arched off the bed, but she kept her gaze firmly locked with his.

“Oh!” Olivia cried out as her inner muscles clutched his fingers. Her body shuddered and shook with her release.

Gideon removed his hand and gathered her close to his heart, smoothing her hair.

After several minutes, he lay back on the bed and pulled her next to him, her head on his shoulder.

Olivia cuddled in close and laid her hand flat over his heart.

“I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Neither did I,” he said. “Giving you pleasure was entirely satisfying.”

“Oh, I could sleep now,” she murmured, burrowing closer to his heat.

“Then sleep, Liv. I want to take this further. But when you’re ready.”

“And how do you want to take this further?” she asked sleepily.

“I want to thrust my aching cock inside you until I am completely spent. I want you to ride me, take your pleasure, and kiss me senseless. I want to lick and kiss you here,” Gideon cupped his hand between her legs. “And make you come again.”

“Oh,” she whimpered, moving against his hand. “I want all that too. Forget sleep. Thrust until spent. Now, Gideon.”

He sat upright, opened his night table drawer, and retrieved an envelope.

“A condom. Safety first in all things.”

Rising up to his knees, he affixed it to his erect shaft, then rose over her again. “I am afraid this will be quick; I want you too much to go slow. Those long agonizing strokes will come later.”

He entered her slowly, taking his time, allowing her to grow used to his filling and stretching her.

What a fascinating sensation, but much too tight. Olivia bit her lower lip, and he momentarily ceased.

“Have I hurt you?” he asked worriedly.

“Only a little. Give me more.”

He groaned at that statement and did precisely that, sinking deep inside her. Now fully seated, he started to move. The pace quickened, and Olivia wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. Tilting her hips, his cock made direct contact with her sensitive nub.

“Oh, yes, there!” she cried out.

He pounded her now, and Olivia reveled in it. The headboard banged against the wall. No doubt the servants could hear. What did it matter?

She was climbing, ready to become airborne again. Her peak slammed her hard, her nails dug into Gideon's back as her breath came in short puffs, ending on a moan.

Gideon was not far behind her; with a few more thrusts, he groaned, shaking above her.

They stayed joined, holding each other close until their breathing started to slow. Then Gideon lay flat and pulled her into his embrace.

Olivia stroked his whiskered cheek. “As far as the trust, Gideon. I will try. If I do hesitate, please know it is not you.”

She wanted so much more from life than taking revenge on depraved strangers at a brothel. Her girlish dreams were once filled with images of a handsome prince on a noble steed. Riding up to her door to carry her away. Those fanciful and hopeful images were banished years ago.

When she turned to the one man in her life for support—her father—he had rejected her. Implied the attack was the result of her wanton ways. And her disobedience by venturing onto London’s streets against his wishes.