“Your body is incredible, Honoria. Look at all these curves.” As if to prove his point, his hands gripped her hips and rocked her over his cock.
“Turn around, darling.” His throaty voice prickled all over her skin as she obeyed his command. “Fuck,” he muttered, studying her breasts. “I could spend all day with these.” His tongue darted out to caress one of her nipples.
“I’ve never…” The words were stolen from her as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he muttered to her between a nip and a suck. She couldn’t answer him, but it didn’t matter because he was in control. Always in control. “Let me inside, Honoria.”
“Inside?” she gasped, and he took the opportunity to seal his full, hot mouth over hers, his tongue coaxing her to open more. His tongue swept into her, detailing every available space. Feasting on her.
“Do you want me to fill you up, darling?” Understanding dawned, when she could feel the nudge of his length between her legs. And she had never wanted anything more.
“Yes, Dermont.”
“Take me at the pace you set, darling,” he urged, holding his cock with one hand and massaging her breast with the other.
The tip of him was at her entrance, slipping over, under, through her. The sensations sent relentless waves of pleasure over her skin, and she knew she wanted—needed—him inside of her.
She rose up on her knees and sunk down on him.
But it was too fast. Too much. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her lungs gasped for breath. She thought she moaned, but the feral sound that erupted out of him eclipsed anything she might have produced. Then she called his name, pleading. And he knew what she needed.
They started to rock in tandem. His hands on her hips, following her movements.
But she needed more. So much more. So when she begged him for more, he thrust up into her until her entire body coiled in on itself and finally she relented with a guttural moan that would not stop. Would not stop because he wouldn’t stop.
“Honoria,” he chanted her name, whispering naughty things to her. Beautiful things to her.
Her breasts bounced on her chest as he thrust powerful strokes into her. “That’s it. Let go, Honoria. Feel me.”
Her body clenched tight, like she was holding onto everything in her past ready to fling it all over a cliff. And then…WHOOSH! Her body flooded with pleasure and her hold on everything relinquished, leaving her limp. Weightless.
His arms squeezed her tightly. Clinging.
“Seeing you come all over my cock has made me a new man,” was the last thing she remembered before he growled obscenities and soaked her insides.
Never had she felt such freedom in her body before. In her spirit. Never had she known such pleasure. And never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined that she’d have felt this way with the grumpy Duke of Kolbridge who really did not lookso grumpy with that massive smile on his face that had turned into a small incredulous chuckle.
“Honoria,” still inside of her, pulsating with an erratic beat, his fingers dug into her hips, “who knew?”
Several minutes passed before Honoria caught her breath and her heart rate returned to a normalish pace. Her head, on the other hand, was still swimming. What did this mean? She was never the lover, always the friend. Never the beauty, the desirable one. Yet here she was in his arms.
Words, like lake water, crashed down on her. “I’ll get a special license.”
“What? No, that’s not necessary—”
“Honoria, I took your innocence. It’s my duty—”
“I’m quite sure I gave it to you.”
He snickered a little, “Yes. That you did. All the same, I’m honor-bound to marry you…”
His words droned on but fell on deaf ears. Honor. Duty. None of that sounded romantic or like true love. But if he was willing…who was she to refuse herself a husband? A husband. She hadn’t dared to dream of it anymore. But now…
A small flame of hope dared to flare up inside of her. Flickering softly. There one second. Gone the next.
Chapter 10
Dermont