Page 77 of Her Wicked Duke

“Give me your pleasure, Alexander,” she whispered. She wished to brush his hair back from his forehead, to see those handsome blue eyes better. “Please.”

He kept her pinned as he held his length and pressed the tip to her entrance. She was aroused still, and he did not need any further encouragement before he pushed the tip inside her.

She gasped, suddenly feeling full.

Surely it would not truly fit…

But as he promised, Alexander made it so. He was slow and gentle, and he kissed her as he slid inside her to the hilt. He kissed her languidly, making her forget her worries.

“You are everything to me,” he whispered, pushing down on her pinned hands as he braced himself above her.

She gazed up at him.

You are my world.

The words were lost on her tongue as he pulled out and pushed back into her. As he set a rhythm, she lost all thought. Everything in her mind simply evaporated, narrowing down to that fluid movement.

Alexander buried his face in her neck, and soon, he let go of her wrists so she could fist her hands in his dark hair again. Pleasure coursed through her in shuddering waves, and she moaned his name.

“Your Grace,” she cried when he thrust into her particularly roughly. “I?—”

“Will you climax for me, Anne?” he groaned softly, and she wondered how this might feel for him.

He looked more undone than she had ever seen him. His powerful shoulders blocked out anything else from view, and she held onto them. Her nails dug into his skin, and he shivered.

He was so strong and big that she knew she would be pleasured simply by witnessing him in his broad entirety even if he had not entered her in such ways.

But he pulled out and thrust back into her, picking up speed, and she felt all of that impressive length, her nails clawing into his back as his name spilled from her lips.

Soon, her insides grew warm, trembling with the shock of another climax, and she clung to him, moaning his name over and over. She writhed beneath him, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.

“Your Grace!” she shouted, even as he continued to thrust into her as he reached his own climax.

Her walls spasmed around his thick length as they climaxed together.

His breaths came fast against her neck as he finally lifted his head. His dark hair was gloriously messy, and she giggled as he leaned down to kiss the valley between her breasts playfully.

“You are a vision,” he told her, pulling out of her and lying down beside her. “And I do believe I shall worship you always, Anne.” He gazed at her, brushing his knuckles down her cheek. “My beautiful wife.”

She cuddled into his side, pressing her skin to his despite the heat. He had taken her virginity like this, and despite the ache between her legs, the pleasure was slow to ebb away, and she basked in the afterglow.

“Was your reward satisfying, husband?” she asked playfully.

“You tease me greatly, Duchess,” he murmured, and she giggled again at the name.

He turned her face to his and kissed her.

Her Duke. Her Alexander.

The End?