She didn’t even slow down. Her hand moved faster upon him, her cheeks hollowed, and she sucked harder.
It was almost upon him, too powerful. He couldn’t hold it back. With equal parts thrill and horror at his absolute lack of control where she was concerned, he surrendered to the orgasm that seized him. Spouting embarrassing feral groans as he erupted.
He felt more than heard her little yelp of surprise as his seed jetted into her mouth. He opened his mouth to apologize, but the apology turned into a moan of ecstasy when, without hesitation, she swallowed his seed with a little satisfied moan.
“Bloody hell, Hannah.” He threw an arm over his eyes as he drew big gulps of air, fighting for composure.
His little lioness crawled over to lie beside him. He tucked her warm body against his chest, and she curled against his side.
“I didn’t know,” she whispered, something akin to wonder at a new discovery in her tone.
“Didn’t know what, kitten?”
“The pleasure to be found in pleasuring you.”
Oh, if she hadn’t slain him before, she certainly did now, with her words.
He lifted the arm from his eyes, turned to her, and holding her gaze, he replied, “Now you understand why I insist on pleasuring you. The pleasure I experience when I make you fall apart in my arms... it makes me feel like a king, like a conqueror.”
“I didn’t understand why you insisted on pleasuring me that way. I thought you were only being noble.” At his bark oflaughter, she playfully hit him in the chest. “Very naughty of you, to deny me the same pleasure until now.”
He turned with her in his arms, rolling them so that he was on top. “You forget the purpose of us coming together. If I am to get you with child, I must deposit my seed in your cunny, not in your mouth. As delightful as this act was, it served no purpose.”
She frowned at him. “It did if it brought you pleasure.”
“I could have found the same fulfillment between your legs. Admit it, it was a waste.”
“I will admit no such thing.”
“Were you not the one who once tried to strip the act of pleasure? You just wanted my seed and to be done with me.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to take them back. Why was he stirring up old hurts? Because she had devastated him with her selfless act. He felt exposed and defenseless.
But she didn’t rise to the bait. Placing her soft palm on his cheek, she gazed into his eyes. “I was wrong. I’ve thought about that, and it mortifies me to think I was so foolish. So selfish and insensitive. How could I have ever thought I could remain unmoved while sharing my body with you?”
Damn. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth. At first, I was only thinking about conceiving, but I have come to see mutual delight as a worthwhile pursuit.”
“Whereas I, at first, was thinking only of pleasure. But now, I want to get you with child.”
“Well of course—”
“No, you don’t understand. Not because of the deal. I want my seed to take root in you.” He placed a hand over her stomach and tenderly rubbed it. “I want to see you swell with my child and know that I put a babe in you. I want to make you mine in the most primal, most elemental way.”
With that, he parted her legs and plunged inside her. Her eyes widened at the invasion.
“Fuck, you are so wet. Tell me, my naughty duchess, did it arouse you to drive me mad with want?”
“Yes!” she moaned, widening her legs to take him deeper.
He slid another inch. Her flesh parted and relaxed around him, welcoming him. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt in her sweet warmth. Losing what was left of his sanity in the feel of her.
The room was brighter now. It still rained outside, but beyond the clouds, the sun had risen higher on the horizon, bathing the room with silvery light. He pushed up from her, sat back on his heels and gazed down at the place where they joined.
“How beautiful you look with my cock rammed to the hilt inside you. I love to see you like this.”
Her only response was a mewl of desire. But a response was unnecessary. Thunder boomed outside as, grabbing hold of her hips, he positioned her and held her steady for his punishing possession. She was no passive recipient. Digging her heels into the mattress, she rose against him, moving with him.
