Page 78 of The Duke’s Rejected Mate

I go back around and spread her wide. Her pussy is puffy and swollen as I drag the cold metal across the slick flesh, pausing every now and then to tease her clit with the tip. Her moans surround my ears as my room fills with the scent of honey and peony. My own flower in bloom.

The tip notches easily in her back entrance, and she arches into it. “That’s it, my good little wife. Fuck your arse with my dilator. Show me how well you can take this girth. Soon, it will be me in there, filling you up, sliding in and out. But first, you must take this one without discomfort.”

Her nails dig into the covers as she arches her hips, moving them back as she takes the dilator into her body. I stroke myself as I watch her, mesmerized by the sight of cold, hard metal slipping into warm, delicate skin. She whimpers and moans as she moves, desperation guiding the rhythm of her hips.

“That’s it, love,” I murmur as I lean down to kiss down her spine. “Just relax for me. Open up. Let me defile you.”

Her moans spur me on as I push the bulbous bit of metal into her backside. She arches like a cat in heat, nearly purring as I stretch her out. The first hump disappears inside her.

“You’re taking it so well,” I hum. “First one in.”

The second stretches her out even wider. My wife doesn’t even flinch. Her body opens up for it, greeting it like a friend. “Second one in. Can you take the third?”

She can, and she does. The moment I press the largest part of the dilator against her delicate back hole, she groans and pushes back, begging with her hips to have it seated deep inside her. Once it’s all the way in, I turn her over and stare down into her eyes, those beautiful green eyes that are now just a small ring around a sea of black.

“Shall I make you my wife in deed as well as in name?”

“Yes, Charles,” she cries out. “Please. I can’t stand it anymore.”

“As my duchess commands.”

Chapter 40

Cynthia

Heat surrounds me, filling me up as I pull Charles even closer. I need him in me, on me, and all around me. Honestly, I don’t know exactly what will take this longing away, but I know he does.

With his strong hands, he spreads my thighs open and slides me down until his tip presses against my entrance. Just like last time. Just like the time he came inside me without inserting himself fully.

He comes down onto his forearms, caging my head as he whispers soothing words I can’t understand. I’m too far gone to understand. All I need is him. No words can ever suffice.

Then he slides in a touch. I feel him stretch me out. The burn is so very close to when he took my bottom. Only this time, I don’t care about the discomfort. I don’t care about any pain.

“Please, Charles,” I beg. “Please, just fill me. Take this ache away. I need you. Please.”

The scoundrel has the audacity to smile down at me and kiss the tip of my nose. Still, he stays there, barely moving. Barely breathing. He tortures me with his presence until I nearly scream with the need of his cock deep inside me.

Another little bit. Just a fraction. His jaw jumps as he watches me, studying my eyes just like he promised in the letter. I blink up at him, willing them to do whatever it is he needs them to do before he’ll make me his wife.

Everything is hazy as my mind threatens to fracture. The metal in my bottom, his cock at my entrance, and his lips hovering so very close to mine. He reaches down to tease my clit until tears of desperation leak down my face to wet my hair. And still, he barely moves.

“You’re so very tight, my love. Breathe for me. Relax into it. With the dilator in your arse, the fit will be even more snug.”

I watch him, studying his face as he makes a great show of breathing in and out. My chest grazes his as I match rhythm, allowing myself to just let go.

With each breath out, he pushes in just a little more, causing the dilator to shift inside. Pitiful moans well up in my throat as I move my hips, desperate to have him impale me. With a soft growl, he rises enough to smack my left breast before leaning down to lap at my nipple. Pain. Pleasure. All of it as one. His actions rob me of air as I try to process the warring sensations.

“I’ll dictate the pace, oh impatient one,” he smirks. “Or have you forgotten?”

“Your pace is that of a snail,” I fire back. “I’m not altogether certain that he wouldn’t actually beat you in a race in that regard.”

He leans down closer, smiling in that maddening way of his. “Am I to understand you’d like a snail to take your virginity instead?”

“Of course not,” I cry out. “I only-” He slides all the way in while I’m distracted by this silly, playful quarrel, filling me in one long stroke.

The dilator in my bottom pushes out to make room for him, leaving my body just as fast as he entered. In some ways, it’s a relief. In others, I oddly mourn its loss. I stare at him in shock as the sensations catch up with me. The burn, the sting, the heavy fullness of him finally deep inside me where he belongs.

I cannot formulate any words as I lie there, processing the emotions as they flit about inside of me. His cock is massive, stretching me to the breaking point, and yet, I live. He’s nestled within me with nary a thing tearing.