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“What do I do?” she asked.
“Caress me,” he said hoarsely as his throat bobbed.
She began running the tips of her fingers up and down his length. A low growl escaped his throat, resonating deep in her belly, and her own sex clenched. He curled her palm around his thickness.
“Like so, love,” he managed. “Up and down.”
“Like so?” She did as he asked.
Her reward was his head falling back and him sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes, like so. Heaven help me…”
She kept doing that, biting her lip, and watching the veins on his neck thicken as she pumped her hand faster.
“This is how I will move inside you,” he explained as he watched her from hooded eyes.
“So it will be good for you?” she asked.
“Very…very good. I don’t expect it to get better for me anywhere else in the entire world, love.”
She wanted to please him. The idea of pain, from his organ inside her, made her afraid. But what did she know? She had no true idea what wifely duties were or how to perform them. He was clearly so much more experienced. She just wished naive girls like her were better prepared and informed about these things.
He shuddered as she squeezed him a little tighter, and then he suddenly flipped himself and was on top of her, his weight like a pleasure on its own. He pinned her hands over her head and kissed her.
The kiss was contained hunger, deep and slow. A promise and a vow.
He kissed down her body, massaging her as he went, and then…quite shockingly, not just his fingers were on her sex, but…oh heavens—his mouth!
She gasped as the most velvety pleasure spilled through her.
“Oh, Duke!” she cried as he began sucking and licking at the center of her pleasure. “Oh my Lord!”
She was already burning and swollen, and it didn’t take her long at all for her to near the peak she’d reached the first time when he’d spanked her and the second time when he’d relieved her tension in bed.
But before she could reach it, he withdrew and towered over her, nudging her thighs wider apart. She wanted him inside her.
He caressed her sex with his own, like he had with his fingers and his tongue just now, and she almost fell into shudders once again. She was sleek and wet, and his member glided easily all around her entrance. Every stroke brought her pleasure, and she wondered if he might be mistaken and it actually wouldn’t hurt at all.
He positioned his member against her folds and looked at her. “If at any moment you want to stop, I will.”
She nodded, and he began pressing into her. She widened her legs farther and welcomed the stretching, the intense pressure. There was a pinch and something broke and he was inside.
She cried in pain, and he froze, holding her but panting hard against her.
“I’m sorry, my darling,” he murmured hotly, his eyes dark and shining with concern and tenderness. “Are you all right?”
She was so full. She never thought he’d fit, but he did, stretching her to impossible degrees, and yet she loved every minute of it. There was a burning and a tingling, but she craved more.
She nodded.
With infinite care, Dorian pushed forward in one smooth thrust. Patience gasped at the sharp twinge, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He stilled, his breath ragged against her throat.
He brushed tender kisses over her face as he began to move, slowly withdrawing before surging forward again. The discomfort quickly transmuted into a growing ache of pleasure that had Patience lifting her hips to meet his gentle thrusts.
“That’s it, love. Take your pleasure from me,” Dorian rasped. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms.”
His words ignited a wildfire in her blood. Wanton moans spilled from her lips as she moved with him, chasing the bliss only he could provide. Dorian slid a hand between their straining bodies, finding her little clitoris at the apex of her thighs. He circled it over and over, and Patience could feel infinite pleasure, from both sides, and she was so incredibly full of Dorian, surrounded by him.
She was his. Completely his.
