“Always so bossy,” he teased.
I didn’t have time for a rebuttal as he gave into my command. He pulled his fingers out to take control of my legs. He lifted them higher for easier access as he pressed inside with as much care as if I were a virginal maid.
“Harder! I won’t break!”
“Maybe not.” He pushed in farther with the same gentle touch. “But I won’t be the one to make you bleed.”
Before I could respond, he pushed all the way inside and my mind went blank. Everyday issues like thinking and breathing were abandoned and replaced with sizzling pleasure across my skin. His touch became a spark of magic I couldn’t replicate even if I dedicated my remaining years to its study.
Before I could scream and urge him on, Justin’s remarkable restraint broke. Without warning, his hips snapped and his grip became bolder. “You are mine, Marbrey. I will burn down the world before I let you be taken from my side.”
He rammed against my pleasure source. My back arched as I tried to follow his lead, chasing the greedy wish to reach the ultimate desire.
Justin froze, his voice cool and calculating. “Tell me you are mine!”
Unbidden, a whimper escaped my lips.
“Tell me, Marbrey!” he demanded.
At that moment, I would’ve served up my soul for a demonic ritual if he asked. “Yes,” I hissed. “I’m yours.”
“Good. Remember that when we are out of the bedroom too.”
Bastard!
Before I could retort, he gave in to passion and started a rhythm that crushed my fractured thoughts into dust. Whimpers, screams, and eventually shouts echoed around my bedroom. I could only hope it didn’t travel down to the streets. I didn’t need the morning news to announce that the duke had reclaimed his whore even if it was good for business.
I fell into bliss and offered up my soul.
Hearts are for romantics.
