Page 63 of The Duke and the Hellion Bride
“Are you ready?” he asked her as he readied himself between her thighs.
“I...” Strangely, she was not as nervous as she thought. For all the worry she had felt, Magnus had been correct. There was something natural about this that she had not expected. Something right. No idea what she was doing, she felt that did not matter one little bit. The only thing she knew was how much she wanted it. “I am,” she said, meeting his eyes, her smile seductive and filled with want. “I am ready.”
Magnus returned the smile as he lifted her legs and slowly, carefully, pulled her toward him.
She gasped when she felt his manhood pressed against her lips. And she moaned, sucking through her teeth when she felt him enter her. It was a sensation she could not describe, somehow painful but also teeming with pleasure. Deeper and deeper she felt him enter her, stretching her walls, pushing through her, opening her as the two became one.
“Oh... Oh... Oh...” She fell back, eyes closed, allowing Magnus to have her fully.
“Is that... how does that feel?” he asked.
“Perfect.”
And then, they began.
It started off slowly. Long, careful, steady thrusts. Kissing her the whole while, keeping those lips and mind busy, Magnus moved his hips back and forth, pulling himself all the way out and then driving himself back in. He groaned with each thrust, and she moaned in turn.
Then it became faster. Harder. Not aggressive. But as she opened further to him, as she became more comfortable, she began to move her hips along with him, welcoming the haste and the force, wishing for him to push himself in deeper.
“More...” she begged him. “Harder...”
“Like this?” Magus growled, doing as she commanded.
“Yes!”
How long it lasted? She could not say. The noises she made? She was a little embarrassed to consider. But for what felt like hours, although it was likely only minutes, she and Magnus made passionate love for the first time as husband and wife. He kissed her on the lips. He sucked on her breasts. He pulled on her hair, licked her ear and neck, buried his head in her chest.
And she grabbed a hold of whatever she could. His hair. Head. Back. Nails across his skin as the pleasure mounted. Legs splayed in the air as she took him all. Soon, that welcome sensation began to build inside of her. Soon, she was all but ready to explode.
“Magnus...”
“Me too,” he said, head now buried in her chest. “I am nearly... almost...” His thrusts became shorter, faster, harder. He pulled her into him, holding her pelvis as close as he could, biting in her neck as he let forth a mighty roar. “Argh!” he cried out and shefelthim fill her with his seed.
She arched her back and welcomed it. She wrapped her hands around his butt and kept him pressed into her until she felt him turn soft inside of her. And only once he was done, no longer shaking and spasming, did she let go.
“Oh my... oh my God...” She was out of breath. Body covered in sweat. Her chest actually hurt as if her heart might explode. “Magnus that was... that was... I can’t even say it.”
He said nothing.
At first, she thought he was simply out of breath, and she did not begrudge him that. But as he lay down beside her, not pulling her into him as she expected, the silence built, and Diana realized something was wrong. He was stiff beside her, cold, disinterested it felt like.
“Magnus...” She dared to look at him, wincing because he wore a look of coldness on his face as he stared at the ceiling.
“Is everything... is something the matter?”
“Everything is fine,” he said sharply. A beat as he considered and then, just to make matters even more confusing, he sat up and climbed from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she moved to follow him,
“To check on the girls,” he said without looking back. He grabbed for his pants on the way, shuffling into them as he walked. “Do not fear, I will be right back.”
She smiled, even if her heart cracked because somehow she just knew he was lying. “I will be right here.”
He reached the door and turned back. She brightened; certain he was about to put her fears to rest. He stood there a moment looking at her, admiring her was how she wanted to see it.Say something. Anything!But the look on his face was confused, unsure, as if he did not recognize the woman lying in his bed.
And then, he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him. As was expected, even if it made no sense that Diana could figure out, he did not return that night. Which allowed Diana to cry herself to sleep without fear of being seen.
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