“I like that option.” He smiled a wicked smile. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Now.”
He opened his falls and his cock sprang out. The ruddy head already had a glistening bead of liquid poking out. She wanted to taste him. Suck on him. But that was a wickedness that would have to wait because she wanted him inside of her. Some primal instinct had taken over, knowledgeable beyond its experience. She just knew that she wanted to trust her body.
She moaned, remembering how his fingers felt inside of her. With a lick of her lips, she asked, “Can we…now?”
He was on his elbows atop her, his mouth attached to her neck. Then down to her nipple. Then up to her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue. It was the most erotic thing she had tasted. His arousal was pressing at her core, sliding up and down between her sensitive folds. The music of moans filled the air as his hand reached down to hold his cock and ease it into her.
This moment that she could have never predicted was actually about to happen. The duke everyone wanted, the one that hadn’t given any woman a second glance, was giving himself to her. She would be a fool to think it would lead to a future together of fencing and having a family, but she couldn’t help being a fool for the first time in her life. A person couldn’t choose who they fell for.
His eyes were gazing into hers with something akin to adoration alongside concern. “This might hurt—”
“I want all of you, Wesley. Please.” It was a plea that had more meaning than she cared to unpack in the moment. “Now.” She thrust up and took him inside of her.
There was a pinch. A flash of pain, and then unspeakable pleasure. He was filling her completely. His groan met her ear, and he asked, “Are you all right?”
“Yes. More, Wesley,” she said.
“Say my name again, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, Wesley.”
“Uhh…” he thrust into her to the hilt. She could feel him everywhere. Her legs wrapped around him the way his scent enveloped her.
And he was moving, his own rhythm. His own pace. But a pace perfectly set by her moaning. She could feel him thickening inside of her.
His thumb found the place, her nub, and he fluttered it against her a few times, heeding her body’s responses. Even though seeking his own pleasure, he was aware of her completely. Wanting her to experience her own pleasure again. He was arrogant. He was untouchable. But he was hers in this moment.
“Come all over my cock, Boudicca, just like you came in my mouth.”
The words should have shocked her into retreat, but instead they propelled her forward. She wanted to meet him exactly where he was and where he was calling her to be. With him encapsulating her, she felt his strength and the power it gave her as well. “Uhhhh…” she felt her release come again. All over him.
He grunted, and with a wince he thrust into her and pulled out. Spilling between her thighs.
She was a hot, sweaty mess. But never had she felt so natural. So whole.
Without even a moment to catch her breath, he rolled onto his side and pulled her into his embrace.
“When shall we get married?”
“Don’t joke about such serious matters.”
“I’m not joking. I just stole your innocence, we should marry.”
“I’m not innocent. I’m a spinster. And you didn’t steal anything.”
“I’m glad you said that,” He kissed her nose. “Not the spinster part. The stealing part. I gave you options, and you chose the way forward. Now I’m giving you another option. Marriage.”
“I thought I wasn’t a lady. Why are you doing the honorable thing right now?”
“It’s not about honor. It’s about…connection. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s never been this good.” He kissed her collarbone. “I know I’ll never have enough of you. Besides, if everything else fails, we’ll always have fencing.”
“If everything else fails, I’ll slash you to death using my rapier.”
He laughed. “Then not everything else will fail. We could have a wonderful life. You intrigue me.”
Intrigue was more the stuff of mysteries than love. It wasn’t as romantic as one would hope for a proposal. But it wasn’t altogether unromantic.
