Page 24 of A Tale of Two Dukes

Shock floods my system, my cock hardening at her confession. “With me? Why?”

Again, her lashes drop against the smooth swell of her cheeks. “It wasn’t an altogether horrible experience.”

“I should hope it wasn’t,” I murmur, not sure whether to be pleased by her words or irritated at the hopelessness that carries on the air like some forlorn dove.

Now, more than ever, I want to show her what it’s truly like to be worshiped, adored, and brought to release in every achingly beautiful way possible. It will be a contrast to the hard and heavy way I plan to have her afterward. True, there will be tender moments between us, but in the end, my need to conquer, to have her cry out as I punish her lithe body will always win.

Besides, based on her reactions at the club, she likes it rough, and I’m more than willing to oblige. However, the degrading manner in which I wish to take her is more fitting for a trollop with experience. But then, there is something erotic in the idea of training such a virginal beauty.

“Stand.”

Her body moves in an instant, obeying me as soon as the words slip from my lips. Such an obedient, responsive thing. I can see it in her eyes, that need to please. And she will please me, of that I’m certain.

“Turn and grab the post.” I make quick work of her bindings, loosening everything but leaving it on her body.

Bending low, I skim my lips across the expanse of her neck, pausing above her shoulder. Unable to resist, I set my teeth to her skin. I refuse to bite hard enough to break the surface but allow myself a slight indulgence as her whine of need fills the air.

No doubt she doesn’t even know what it is her body craves when I do this. But I do. I know it all too well. A claiming mark is not something to be given lightly. It will bind us together until the other has passed on. And yet, I can’t help myself.

I want nothing more than to bury my teeth in her body as my cum coats her insides. I want her swollen and fat with my child. I want her by my side until death parts us.

Shock washes over me, rooting me to the spot. Claiming? Never before have I felt these dark urges. What sort of spell does she weave about me, turning my brain into mush?

Pulling away, I take a step back, needing space between us. She’s a tormenting little morsel, and from now on, I’ll need to keep my wits about me. She’s not even in heat, and she’s still affecting me like this. More than likely, I’ll need to be out of town during that time.

Though it will be difficult for her, it will keep me from doing something so monumentally stupid. But then, that would also leave her vulnerable to being claimed by another. Bloody hell. The very idea makes my insides clench.

Breathing in deep, I force myself to calm. In time, these feelings will pass. They have to. Until then, I’ll just have to fuck her through her heat and pray to God I don’t succumb to claiming her.

Once more, I step back behind her, this time skimming my palms along the clothes, easing them from her body. Her gasps as my lips trail down her spine make my head swim. Arousal swamps my senses, clouding all rational thought.

I meant to go easy with her, gentle, but I realize now, it will never be the case. Not until my ardor for her has cooled. And even then… I’m still not convinced that I’ll ever tire of her.

Forcing myself to go slowly, I guide her onto the bed. I grab her hips, holding her in place, before turning her over. Her breaths come in ragged pants as I slide my arms under her knees and pull her forward.

I keep myself dressed, using the clothes as a shield, caging my erection so I don’t take her as forcefully as I did in the club. It’s a painful arousal, keeping myself thusly contained. My clothes abrade my skin, feeling more akin to grit and sand as opposed to the luxurious fabrics draped on my body.

Forcing my mind onto the woman before me, I part her thighs, taking in her puffy, swollen lower lips. Arousal trickles from her core, a testament to how much she craves me in return. A feral groan rips from my throat as I lean down, taking in her scent from the most intimate part of her being.

Kitty squirms, her eyes locked onto me as I lower my head to her pussy. With a smirk, I grab her thighs tighter, not allowing her to hide away from me. I swipe my tongue across her delicate skin, groaning as I drink in her essence.

Her taste is delicate, sweet, like fruit plucked straight from the vine and dipped in sugar. As a man famished, I hook her legs over my shoulders and devour her, licking every inch of her quim. Kitty moans as her fingers drift over my hair, clutching the strands as I tease her with my tongue.

Dropping lower, I slide my palms under her arse, lifting her slightly. I stick my tongue out as far as it will go, pointing the end so it resembles a spear. Without any preamble, I delve into her core, groaning as her muscles flutter around me.

Sweet and spice, the heady mixture of her flavor, floods my mind. I continue to eat her, taking the nectar her body so freely offers. It takes effort on my part, but soon, I pull away, replacing my tongue with my fingers.

Her body bows up as I curl my thick digits deep inside, stroking the most sensitive part. She doesn’t fall apart, not yet. It isn’t until I apply my tongue to that hardened nub that her thighs quiver around my head.

I continue to stroke, in and out, lapping at her clit as she releases, her delicate moans ringing from every corner of the room. Pulling out, I gaze into her eyes. Her face is flushed, the light shade of pink most becoming.

Her hair is tousled around her face, giving her the look of a well-fucked woman. Not yet, she isn’t. Pulling away, I undress, tossing the clothing down to the ground before climbing back onto the bed.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hoist her further up, so that all of her reclines against the soft fabrics. With my knees, I inch her thighs apart, smiling at her wince of discomfort as my body spreads her open. No doubt after today, she will be very sore indeed.

Her mouth opens, parting with a gasp as I notch the head of my cock into her tight opening. Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine, moving my hips slowly. It’s agonizing taking my time with her, but with each inch, I manage to invade her body, the gathering slick easing my passage.

“That’s it, love,” I whisper against her lips. “Take me. All of me. Bloody hell, kitten, your body drives me to madness.”