He took his time, building her pleasure with patient devotion. His tongue traced patterns that made her writhe His fingers joined to stroke and tease until she was trembling on the edge.
She felt his breath against her dampness, and her legs quivered as his fingers grazed the wetness between her legs.
“You’re already wet for me,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, his words a primal declaration that sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
Isobel bit her lip, unable to respond, her body speaking for her as he lowered to his knees. His lips pressed kisses along her inner thigh. His beard scratched her skin in the most delicious way. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close, as his mouth found her core.
She gasped, her head falling back, her body arching as his tongue lapped at her, relentless, skilled, his fingers slipping inside her, stretching her, claiming her. His tongue a wicked promise that left her breathless, her body tightening, her orgasm building.
“Andrew,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea, her body on the brink, but he pulled away, standing, his eyes dark with need.
“Not yet,” he commanded, his voice a rough whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel you come apart beneath my tongue. I want to taste your pleasure."
"I can't, it's too much."
"You can." His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. "Let go, my love. Let me catch you."
She shattered with his name on her lips, pleasure crashing over her in waves. He held her through it, his touch gentling as she came down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh.
When he moved back up her body, she could taste herself on his lips, and it sent another shiver of heat through her.
He unbuttoned his breeches, his manhood springing free, thick and throbbing, a sight that made her mouth water and her body ache with want. She licked her lips, her eyes devouring him, as he lifted her onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees.
“Take it,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips, guiding his manhood to her entrance.
He gave her time to adjust. The stretch was intense but not painful, and she breathed through it, her body gradually relaxing to accept him.
She felt him press inside her, filling her, and she whimpered, her head falling forward, her body consumed by the sensation.
“Andrew,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, her body on fire.
He thrust deep, his hips snapping, his hands gripping her waist, his breath ragged.
She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies finding a natural harmony. The pleasure built again, slower this time but no less intense.
She felt connected to him in a way that went beyond physical—their hearts beating in sync, their breaths mingling, their souls intertwining.
“Oh, Isobel,” he groaned, his voice a hoarse whisper, his pace relentless, his manhood pounding into her, his balls slapping against her.
The sound was wet, messy, primal, each thrust a declaration of ownership, each gasp and moan a testament to their desire.
Isobel cried out, her body on fire, her orgasm spiraling, but just as she was about to shatter, he pulled out, flipping her onto her back, his eyes blazing with intensity.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough, his presence commanding.
She met his gaze. Her breath was shallow. Her body trembled as he positioned himself between her legs again, his manhood hovering at her entrance.
He pushed inside her once more slowly. His lips brushed hers; his breath ghosted over her skin.
His rhythm increased, his control slipping, and she gloried in it. In knowing she could affect him this way. In seeing the cool, composed Duke of Foxdrey come completely undone in her arms.
“Forever,” he whispered, his voice a vow, his thrusts deepening, his body moving in perfect rhythm with hers.
Isobel wrapped her legs around him, her nails digging into his back, her walls clenching around him, milking him, drawing him deeper.
Their breaths intertwined, their bodies moving as one. The tension built. Her orgasm coiled tighter. His thrusts became frantic.
