“A lovely quim, my duchess,” he breathed, breath tickling her aching flesh. “One I plan to enjoy over and over.” Two large fingers gently pushed inside her, while his tongue continued to tease and explore. Roxboro took hold of one buttock, murmured something about it being “nice and plump” and then spread her open, tossing one leg over his shoulder.
“Oh god.” Pleasure had her legs twitching.
“I thought,” he paused in his efforts. “I insisted you call me Alexander.” A dark, wicked sound came from him as a third finger joined the first two, stretching Sophia while his tongue continued to do the most amazing things, lapping at her wetness. Toying with the small bud in her folds.
“Please, Alexander.”
“Say it louder, Sophie. I can barely hear you.” He bit that sensitive spot, oh so gently.
“Alexander,” she screamed. Her hips arched off the bed, knees trapping his head, as pleasure ripped through Sophia, threatening to break her apart. She clutched at the thick locks of his hair, pushing herself more fully into his mouth, unaware of anything in the moment except the blinding pleasure cresting over her in waves. When the last of the bliss ebbed from her limbs, Sophia took a deep breath, her body relaxing into the bed.
“Are you now more agreeable to this union?”
Sophie’s eyes were closed, but she could feel Roxboro smiling. She released the hold on his hair, running her fingers through the still damp locks. “Possibly. Not bad for a vile cur.”
“Oh good. We’re back to hurling insults, you miserable chit.” He licked up one hip, pausing to press a kiss on her ribs. “It’s arousing. I think because… it reminds me that I am more a man and less a duke.” His lips brushed over hers. “I’m told it hurts, but only the first time.” Hetugged on a loose curl of her hair. “I’ve tried to prepare you.”
“Get on with it.” She shifted, biting his neck, gratified when he made a low, deep masculine sound. “You don’t scare me, Your Grace.”
“You see, my little shrew,” he kissed her forcefully. “This is why I’m keeping you. I’ll be careful. If I’m not, tell me.” Concern flashed across his handsome features. “I’ve never bedded a virgin before.”
“I’ve never bedded a duke. So I suppose that makes us even.”
Dark laughter came from him before Roxboro kissed her again…in a positively decadent, possessive manner that left no doubt as to what he felt for her. Sophia felt the press of him between her thighs as he settled between them. And with one thrust, Roxboro buried himself inside her.
A cry came from Sophia, because, well, it did hurt. And the fullness was rather…unusual.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, holding perfectly still.
Sophia smiled up at him and shifted her hips. “I was only surprised, you arrogant rogue.” No one had ever…desired her before. Not like Roxboro. “I’m keeping you too,” she said, kissing his cheek. Her hands roamed down his back, clutching at his hips. “It barely pains me. Do your worst.”
“That mouth, Sophie,” he snarled, retreated a few inches and then pushed once more inside, so deep, her back arched to take him all. “I have better uses for it.” His lips fell to the curve of her ear. “I want it on my cock.”
The idea sent a twist of wickedness through her, but Sophia had no time to contemplate the thought further because Roxboro was taking her hard. Nothing gentle about it at all. Every stroke skimmed a spot deep inside Sophia that…“Oh, please don’t stop.”
“Now,” he hooked one of her legs over his elbow. “That’s better.”
Sophia’s body…clenched. There was no other word for it, grasping him as she stretched towards that peak of pleasure. She clawed at his back, unraveling as stars burst before her eyes. His name came from her, in a low erotic moan.
“Jesus, Sophie.”
Roxboro bit into her shoulder, and a second release tightened her body. She screamed, not caring if the entire household heard her. The bed creaked and battered the wall, bringing footsteps down the hall, which quickly retreated. Sophia became a wild, mindless thing, mad with the sort of passion she’d only read about. Roxboro thrust once more, pushing her halfway off the bed before a breathless sound came from him and warmth spilled inside her.
*
The late afternoonsun streamed through the open window, dappling the floor of Roxboro’s room. The curtains fluttered in the breeze as it cooled the sweat on their skin. Sophia and Roxboro lay entwined; his long limbs stretched around her own. The entire staff must now know that the duke had pleasured his duchess given how loudly Sophia had screamed out his name. She wondered if she’d ever be able to look Barstow in the eye again.
Physical relations with Roxboro were…far more athletic in nature than she’d anticipated. His mouth, hands and tongue had been everywhere at once, bringing Sophia to such heights…and well, she hadn’t known a person’s body could…contort in such a fashion.
Every moment had been earthshaking. Monumental. Brilliant.
“Are you well, Sanctimonious?” Trailing a finger along her arm, he drew his tongue over her shoulder, swirling it over her skin.
Sophia smiled. “I am. You did decently for a libertine. And a sot.”
“I’m not either of those anymore, I don’t think.” He wrapped his arms more tightly around her. “My Sophie. You’ll be sore. A bath will help. I wasn’t as careful as I should have been.”
“I didn’t complain. Save your concern for Barstow’s sensibilities and that of the upstairs maids.”
