Page 26 of The Duke's Virgin
He tossed it onto the bed and cupped my face, bending to press his mouth to mine.
His kiss was different, and it startled me as I figured out why.
It wasme. He tasted like me.
His fingers were like a brand on my face, his chest hot, the wall of muscle solid and heavy where it pressed into mine. And lower, I felt the ridge of his cock. I grabbed onto his hips, clinging desperately. Even with the sturdy presence of the bed under me, I felt off-balance and floundering, like I was going to drift off and spin away into nothingness if I didn’t hold onto something—him.
He moved in closer, urging me to lie back. As I did so, he came down over me, settling between my thighs. The material of his trousers rubbed against my inner thighs, and I felt his cock, naked and hard, press against my folds.
He started to rock, slipping back and forth over me, and I was so wet, he began to glide, the pleasure already enough to wrack my mind. I didn’t know if I could handle this…
Breathless, I tore my mouth from his, a sob rising in my throat.
He pressed a bruising line of kisses along my jawline, to my ear. “No last-minute second thoughts?” he asked.
“What…? No.” I shook my head, wiggling, desperate formorebecause this was nowhere near enough.
As sweet as it felt to have his cock rubbing back and forth over me, as good as it was to have that pressure right there, it wasn’t enough.
Luka pushed back, no longer touching me and frustration had me all but snarling. Shoving upright, I glared at him.
Amusement quirked his lips as he tore a foil packet open. “Easy there, love. I’ve got to take care of this.”
Thiswas the rubber.
Too needy to feel silly, I sank back onto the bed and gripped the silk under me, my entire being one hot, vibrating ball of want.
He covered me, hands pushing into my hair. “Kiss me, Stacia,” he murmured as he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Let me have that pretty mouth again.”
He didn’t even have to ask.
Turning my face to his, I lost myself to his kiss as he settled between my thighs.
I whimpered as he rocked against me, but it was different this time. He’d pushed his trousers off, and these weren’t teasing, taunting strokes anymore. He reached between us, and I tensed as he tucked the head of his cock against me.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s it…”
Fingers sinking into his muscles, I watched his face helplessly as he started to sink inside.
My heart skipped and trepidation rose inside, unexpected, but I shoved it down.
Not fast enough, or far enough, apparently.
Luka dipped his head and rubbed his mouth against mine before sucking on my lip. He slid his hand down and caught my hip, lifting me up. I felt the pressure even though the pleasure still gripped me.
He thrust inside, hard, fast.
At the same time, he bit my lower lip.
As he started to withdraw, he let my lip go and soothed the hurt with his tongue. Then he penetrated again, his tongue taking my mouth as his cock filled my pussy.
His long-fingered hand gripped my butt and lifted me more fully against him just as he seated himself fully inside. His body pressed against my clitoris, and he lingered, swiveling his hips lazily in the cradle of mine, increasing the light pressure against my clit.
I moaned and reached down, clutching at his torso.
He withdrew.
This time, as he started to sink inside, I lifted to meet him.
