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Eleanor looked up at the towering man above her, and she still had the instinct to cover herself, but she didn’t. Not when this was the man who loved and adored her.

Gabriel climbed onto the bed, straddling her, one knee on either side of her thighs. He looked down upon her, having already claimed her as his own. When he leaned down, gently pressing his chest to her bosom, he kissed her gently.

Eleanor knew that if he went too fast, she would barely last any time at all. Her body was ready to explode.

Her eyes dared to glance down toward his thighs, and she briefly saw his stiff member, practically throbbing, the tip close to her slit, ready to penetrate. Her hips bucked a little in anticipation, her back arching as she brought her hole closer to his rod.

Gabriel’s hand moved down, fingertips brushing over her nub fleetingly, then caressing her inner thigh. His hand came back up to run the length of her slit before he plunged one finger inside her, then added a second.

Gabriel let out a satisfied grunt as he felt her welcoming moistness.

His body came down, weight and warmth upon hers. When he looked her in the eyes again, she understood that there had been lust before, then love, and now, true passion.

She wrapped her arms around him, gripping the skin of his back as she let herself feel every thrust of his hand and moaned softly against him.

“Let me know if you are uncomfortable,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out of her in a rhythm that caused her arousal to build quickly.

Eleanor bit her bottom lip and nodded. He might be able to speak, but she was rendered silent as she rode the waves of pleasure.

His fingers were suddenly removed from within her, and there was a brief coldness. Then, she felt the touch of his member at her opening. He held it there, looking deeply into her eyes as he pinned her to the bed.

Eleanor wanted to beg him to enter her, but she couldn’t. All she could do was nod. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

And he slid inside her gently, slowly inching his way inside her.

It wasn’t painful, nor was it uncomfortable. It was a sensation that could not be described. He was the first man she had been with, the only one she would ever be with. How could she ever need anyone else when she had Gabriel?

The duke slid fully inside and held himself there.

Eleanor continued to hold her bottom lip in her teeth and smiled through that as she moaned at the exquisite sensation of fullness.

Gabriel shifted his weight, moving his hips upwards.

“You’re so wet,” he admired.

Eleanor let out a short breath. She clawed at his back with her fingertips, digging them into his muscles as if she were on the edge of a cliff, scrambling not to fall. She lifted her hips to meet his rhythm.

Gabriel responded to her ministrations, moving a little faster, and plunging into her depths before pulling back out.

She was conscious of the small ways he moved differently when she shifted her hips upwards and tightened her muscles around him, holding him where she needed him.

The fingertips clawing at his back became nails raking down his skin, and Gabriel’s speed and intensity increased.

“Oh, yes, Eleanor,” he whispered, bringing his mouth close to her ear.

She almost climaxed at his words. She wondered perhaps if he had been feigning pleasure for her own benefit, but in that moment, she could hear and feel the pleasure in his voice.

Gabriel’s forehead glistened as sweat formed.

And they fell into an even quicker rhythm, as they drove themselves toward their own pleasure and each other’s. As Gabriel pushed his stiff staff down into her, she pushed up, arching her back, lusting after his full penetration and that incredible depth that would bring them even closer together.

“Oh, yes!” Eleanor managed. The last words she would speak before she was overcome.

Gabriel shifted one arm, bringing a hand to the side of her head. He held one thumb on her cheek, keeping her head in place and maintaining eye contact as they moved as one, the world around them forgotten.

She couldn’t keep time anymore. Eleanor forgot all about thrusting her hips, and only enjoyed the powerful pleasure of her husband plunging in and out of her.

Eleanor’s mouth was wide, and she struggled to keep her eyes open to anchor herself to Gabriel’s gaze.