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“Wider.”

Her core pulsed. Bloody hell. That word was going to make her wet any time she heard it from now on.

He dragged his cock over her, then notched himself at her entrance. Her core fluttered. Her body jerked as a small wave of pleasure washed over her.

She whimpered. She greatly feared she wasn’t going to last long enough for him to sink inside her.

“Tip toes.”

She pushed up. He slid in an inch. Paused. And her body lit up. The stretch was so overwhelming, the emptiness deep inside her worsening. More. She banged her forehead against the mattress, burying her cry there. She squirmed, but he latched onto her hips and held her still. Pressure built behind her eyes. She hated him.

“We’re getting closer.”

He slid in another inch.

It was probably good that her hands were tied behind her back. Because she’d have taken things into her own hands at this point. She tried thrusting back against him to no avail. She wasn’t past trying to kick him to catch him off guard and impale herself on him.

Oh, please.

He made a tsking sound, his fingers biting into her skin as he held her tighter. “Just a little while longer,” he murmured, and slid in further.

Her back arched, her core pulsing. A moan pulled from her.

He held still, a curse falling from him. “Behave, Miss Dawson. Not. Yet,” he gritted out.

She half-laughed, half-cried. Behave? Was that even a thing right now?

After what was the most agonizing minute of her life, both their breaths settled, her muscles relaxing.

“There we go,” he murmured. And then he drove to the hilt.

A gasp ending in a moan wrenched from her. Her core pulsed, pressure building and swirling violently. She bucked against him. There was no inhibition any longer. No embarrassment. Just raw need. And he finally let her have it. His fingers loosened, and instead of his hands holding her hostage, he guided her as she thrust back against him. He stood there, a sentinel as she used him, ground herself wantonly on his cock.

Pleasure consumed her. Swallowed her. It burst from within, vicious strike after vicious strike. It was nothing like she’d ever experienced. Her fists balled, toes curling while the bliss swelled until she shattered. Her pulse roared in her ears, her body shaking uncontrollably as shock after shock swept through her. It was never-ending.

Finally, she collapsed against her mattress, pleasure still jolting through her, her chest heaving. That’s when she registered his cursing. He swore over and over again, a litany. His thighs were like stone against her own. His entire body.

She lifted and went to turn to face him.

“Do. Not. Move.”

She stilled.

After a few more heavy breaths, his muscles softened slightly.

And that was when Theo found herself pinned to the Duke’s chest.

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Rafe

Rafe breathed in her sweat-slicked lavender scent, nose buried in her shoulder. His body was seconds from snapping, the lust so close to consuming him and throwing him over the edge. But not yet. His arm was wrapped around her just below her bosom, trapping her prisoner to his chest. His other hand stroked soothingly over her lower stomach. She quivered, still panting heavily.

“Once more,” he murmured. He’d love nothing more than to demand more from her. But he wasn’t lasting tonight. Next time.

“O-once more?” Her words were faint, still recovering from her orgasm.

He slid his fingers between her thighs, pressed lightly, but that was all. He knew she’d still be over-sensitive. “You’re going to come again for me, Miss Dawson.”