The heat of him pressed against her entrance, not yet breaching, but promising what was to come. His eyes were so tender and yet, almost violent with his need.
“I’ll go slowly,” he promised, lowering his head to press a kiss to her forehead. “Breathe for me, Lilli.”
She nodded, her hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath her fingertips. She took a deep breath as instructed, filling her lungs with the scent of him, sandalwood, leather, and something uniquely Oliver.
He entered her with exquisite care, pushing forward just enough for her body to adjust to the intrusion. He paused when she tensed beneath him, his breath coming in controlled pants against her neck.
“Breathe through it, love,” he murmured, his voice strained with the unfamiliar effort of holding himself back. “The discomfort will pass.”
Lilli nodded, focusing on the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her palm. There was a burning stretch as her body accommodated his size, but beneath it stirred something else—a building pleasure that promised to eclipse the momentary sharpness of the pain of his penetration.
Oliver kissed her deeply as he pushed forward another inch, swallowing her gasp. His hands cradled her face as he rested his weight on his forearms, as though she were made of the finest porcelain. His thumbsbrushedaway tears she hadn’t realized had fallen.
“You are doing well. It’s time to finish this, baby.”
Lilli forced herself to relax, to trust him as he pushed deeper, filling her in a way she had never imagined possible. The discomfort mingled with a strange fullness that now hovered on the edge of pleasure.
And then she felt what hehad promisedher. Once again, the buildup of the mountain of decadence that she felt just before the sensation overtook her senses. His movements became less controlled, more frantic. The wonder and realization of the delightful decadence washed over her body and deluged her mind with pleasure. She vaguely acknowledged his shout of completion.
Sleep descended quickly, but sleep was often disrupted by her insatiable husband.
“You will need to soak several times today, my love, for I am sure you will feel the effects of our lovemaking.”
“I feel it now, but it was worth it.”
“It was, indeed, my darling duchess. It was indeed.”
“I love you, Oliver, the Duke of Weston, my husband, my Daddy.”
“I love you Lilliana, my perfect darling. My little duchess. Forever.”
The End
