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Eleanor’s body quivered, but she didn’t break her eye contact. Nor did she let go of her lip as the moans echoed in her closed mouth. Her back arched as she balanced on the desk, but she knew she would not fall with the duke beside her.

“We can also take it fast… if you would prefer, my lady,” Gabriel whispered in her ear.

As soon as he uttered the words, his fingers flicked back and forth over her slippery bud, and Eleanor became too enthralled to respond. Her back arched more as if his plan was to bring her so much pleasure that she would be forced to throw her head back or close her eyes in ecstasy.

When he let up, she could think straight for a moment. “I want both,” she gasped. “Slow. Fast. Slow and fast.”

Gabriel nodded, satisfied with the answer. His hand moved slowly and his fingers fast, probing her slit, caressing her folds, and tickling her clitoris. He was fast then slow, changing speeds and movements constantly, not giving Eleanor any time to think.

Except about how her body had never felt such pleasure. He slid two fingers inside her wetness whilst his thumb traced incredible circles around her core, bringing her to a precipice of sensation, the like of which she had never imagined.

It was hard to hold it in, and she let go of her lower lip.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

“Do you like that?” Gabriel asked with a smirk.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“And this?”

He moved his fingers again, and Eleanor was unable to discern how he was moving them over her, only that the pleasure was increasing with every touch.

Eleanor opened her mouth to agree that she liked it, but she couldn’t form words anymore. Only a gasp escaped her lips.

“And this?”

His fingers plunged into her, maintaining an exquisite rhythm as his thumb flicked at her flower.

The pulsing feeling returned, starting deep within her, and with each touch of his thumb, the region became more engorged, pulsing from deeper and emanating wider each time.

“Take my hand,” Gabriel told her.

It took a second for her to understand that he was giving some instruction, and she looked at his free hand, quickly grasping and holding on to it tightly.

“You can let go,” he whispered.

There was no confusion in Eleanor’s mind. He was talking about freeing herself to the pleasure, not his hand.

It was a ripple at first, small pulses coming from where he touched her, but they quickly built. Tremors turned into her entire body quivering as he brought her to the verge and slowed. She finally let her head fall back and stared at the ceiling for a moment before closing her eyes and allowing the waves of feeling to break over and through her.

Eleanor tightened her grip on his hand.

His other hand moved faster, not teasing her anymore, but bringing her to climax.

Eleanor’s body was racked as the pleasure took hold, stretching her body out, then convulsing it. Eleanor squirmed beneath his touch as lights flashed behind her eyelids. She let out a moan, no longer caring. She had to succumb to his touch, and she didn’t care how loud she was.

The warmth intensified in her core, and the wetness flowed. It was pure ecstasy, and she concentrated only on breathing as the feeling overtook her senses.

She was panting, wanting more, but also wanting to bask in how her body felt after she had orgasmed for the first time under another’s touch.

Eleanor breathed in and out through her nose and slowly opened her eyes, first to the ceiling, then to the duke. His hand was still under her skirt, but now resting on her thigh.

“I’ve never felt like that before,” Eleanor admitted when she could speak.

Gabriel smiled at her.

“What have you done to me?” she asked, smiling.