He would not last much longer. Not now, not with her tongue in his mouth and their bodies almost joined as one. He reached between them, stroking her flesh as he had learned she liked it. She rewarded him with a breathy sigh, a quick puff of air over her lips. His middle finger worked her nub from side to side, readying her.
She jerked against him.
“The time has come, my lady.” He kissed her jaw, her ear, her throat. “I am going to enter you. I will take care not to hurt you, but I have never before had a virgin, and I do not know what to—”
Her arms wound around his neck and forced his lips back to hers, silencing him. He surrendered easily, readily, kissing her deeply, notching his cock to her entrance.
“Hush, Duncan. Just take me,” she said against his lips.
It was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers did one last sweep of her slick flesh, gathering her dew to stroke over his cock. And then he was poised at the center of her. His mouth took hers, tongue delving deep. With an agonizing slowness, he settled the tip of his cock inside her. Testing. Waiting. He had never been more terrified of hurting another in all his life.
Her hips moved. Her muscles clenched, bringing him deeper. Inch by inch, he entered her. Laboring over it, loving it, savoring every moment of her hot, slick channel swallowing his prick.Yes,sighed every part of him. His hips rolled, and he sank inside her a bit more.Yes.His kisses never wavered as he sank his tongue deep and thrust his cock inside her another infinitesimal increment.Yes.Kiss.Yes.Thrust.Christ, yes.
She was so tight, so small, engulfing him, claiming him. The squeeze of her internal muscles surprised him. So tough and yet so willing to give, much like the lady herself. One more thrust, and he felt the barrier give. Her maidenhead was gone.
Gasps stole through the silence of the chamber, his and hers intertwined.
He stilled, fearing he had caused her pain. Dropped a gentle kiss on her lips before raising his head, his gaze locked on hers. “Have I hurt you, darling?”
Tears glistened in her luminous eyes, unshed. She caressed his face with more care than anyone had ever shown him. “You could never hurt me, Duncan.”
Her trust in him was misplaced, but it nevertheless made a hot, stinging burst of gratitude crack open in his chest. The sweetness of her touch undid him. Her surrender, her acceptance, the offering of her body and innocence, all into his care…it was immense. Bigger than he was. He kissed the corners of her eyes, setting the tears free with his lips, licking the salt of her so that this, too, he could forever keep.
He whispered her name as he moved his hips. Reaching between them, he found her bud, stroking. She responded with a mewl, a tip of her hips. Her muscles grasped him harder, drawing him in, her body welcoming him. Her mouth opened for him. Her tongue dueled with his. She moved beneath him in instinctive rhythm, taking him deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
And he went with her, moving slowly, claiming her with as much tenderness as he could manage. Until he was fully sheathed inside her, and she was so warm and slick and constricting. He moved, just a tentative glide out then in, and she cried out. He worked her pearl relentlessly.
Their mouths fused as their bodies joined. Words abandoned him, and so he spoke to her with his kisses, with the leashed savagery of his desire for her. With each stroke, he worshipped her. She stiffened beneath him, and he swallowed her cries as the next wave of release rushed over her. Her cunny tightened with such sudden force he nearly spent inside her. He had never wanted another woman the way he wanted Lady Frederica Isling.
He moved faster, made his shallow thrusts deeper, and with a low moan of his own, withdrew from her, clenching his cock in his hand as his release hit him. Thick white spurts landed in the bedclothes alongside her as he came so hard his head thundered.
Duncan fell to his back alongside her, heart pounding as his wits returned in gradual stages.Sweet Christ, he had just taken his first maidenhead, and not just any maidenhead buthers. Frederica’s virgin blood was smeared on his cock like an accusation, marking him. A sickening realization dawned.
She had been wrong.
He could hurt her.
And, inevitably, he would.
Chapter Thirteen
She was ruined.
How odd, for she did not feel ruined. Indeed, save for the soreness between her thighs and the lingering warmth pervading her body as she attempted to restore her wardrobe to some semblance of order, precious little evidence of her fall from grace remained.
The secret, for now, belonged to her and Duncan alone.
As if her heart had conjured his touch, his arms wrapped about her waist from behind, hauling her back against his firm chest as if he longed to forever keep her there. Her heart ached as he pressed a reverent kiss to her nape, and then another to her ear.
“How do you feel, my lady?” he asked, his warm breath brushing the shell of her ear and sending a trill down her spine.
She allowed herself the luxury of covering his bare hands with hers, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. In the aftermath of their lovemaking, he had exhibited such exquisite concern for her wellbeing. He had tended to her with a cloth and water, softly cleansing her aching flesh before once more settling his mouth upon her. His tongue had played over her overstimulated sex, and it had not been long before her body was taken once more by beautiful oblivion. She had shuddered beneath him and had fallen briefly asleep in the safe cocoon of his arms.
But all too soon, reality had intruded, and he had roused her with a chaste kiss. She dressed with a heavy heart, not for what she had done, but for the knowledge she would never again see Duncan Kirkwood. Never again know his touch, his lips, or the delicious weight of his body atop hers.
“I am well,” she forced herself to answer him at last, attempting a smile she did not feel.
For how could she carry on with her life, knowing she could never again see him? How could she pretend saying goodbye to him forever would not split her heart in two?
