His member twitched as she let him go to reply. “Shh!”
He hissed as she again wrapped him with her lips. She lapped her tongue over the tip as she mimicked the motion he made when he thrust inside of her—slowly up, and then quickly down.
Was she performing the deed correctly?
Was there such a thing, in this case, ascorrect? Cock sucking was not the sort of thing a governess studied, after all. Fleetingly, she wondered if this was something brothels had to teach. Did penis tutors exist?
Her gurgled laugher made him grunt.
He broke free of her hold, gripped her chin, and forcibly raised her face. She licked and then sucked her bottom lip.
“I’ve never done that before,” she confessed. “Was I all wrong?”
“Not"—he briefly closed his eyes—“at all. But I want...No, Ineedto be inside you. May I?”
“Yes,” she replied, before using the filthiest word she’d ever read as an invitation.
He made a feral sound, tossed her on her back and, with one, hard thrust was fully sheathed. Now, he’d taken her, too.
Damnation.
She bit his shoulder.
He cried out but didn’t stop. She stared at the angry red mark as her body jerked. Poor duke. She hadn’t really meant to hurt him.Much. Softly, she covered her mark with her mouth. Then, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the ride.
She was too raw—and his thrusts too frenzied—for her to find a second release. Besides, a little death was not what she wanted—she wanted to fully witness his. She gripped his ass as he panted into her neck.
She repeated the filthy word and added a command.
He threw back his head with an untamed, though muted roar. His belly went taut, his buttocks constricted. Her hands fused of their own accord, holding him in place. Too late, she felt his hot seed spreading into her core.
“Hera,” he whispered brokenly. “I meant to...I would have...”
“I know,” she replied, slowly stroking his hair.
“Would you welcome my child?” he asked.
Sweat had dampened the short, curls just above his ears.
“Yes,” she replied. Why had she taken such a risk? She knew the consequence better than most.
“We’ll marry soon,” he self-consoled, and rested his head against her breast.
No, they would not.
The arrangements had already been made. By the time he awoke tomorrow, she would be gone.
ChapterTwelve
Hurtheven dove for the door like a wild man, but Ash, Penelope, and Chev resolutely blocked his path. Ash’s mouth was still moving, but the rushing sound in Hurtheven’s skull, fully silenced him.
Pen’s soft voice cut through the noise. “She’s gone. And you cannot follow.”
Like hell he couldn’t. Again, he lunged forward, and again, he was restrained by Ash’s iron arm and Chev, who flanked his other side, boxing him in.
“Would youlistenfor once in your life?” Ash gritted.
“She’s getting farther away. I’ll lose her if I don’t go!”
