Addicted to the Duke (Imperfect Lords #1)(80)

She cried out at the intimate kiss, her hips thrusting urgently and her fingers tangling in his hair with sharply erotic power. “Oh yes. Yes…”

He nibbled on her hardened nub and her hips lifted off the bed. Her passion enflamed him, enslaved him more than Murad’s opium ever could. He wanted to make this last, give her an eternity of pleasure in case this was the last time he’d be able to make love to her. After a culmination that went on and on and on, she groaned, “More. I need you inside me or I shall die.”

Panting, he rested his head on her belly, inhaling the intoxicating scents of her sex. Her hands became a caress, stroking back his hair.

“Are you all right?” she softly asked.

“I’m here with you, making love to you, and Murad’s dead. I’m more than all right.” He kissed his way back up her body.

When she recovered her breath, she murmured in his ear so the guard could not hear. “Come to me now, Alex.” She tugged at his hair. “Make me forget everything but you.”

He wanted her so much. But part of him didn’t feel like he deserved her. She was too pure at heart for him.

He threw her onto her stomach, and using his arm pulled her to her knees.

Hestia gave a few screams and cries for the guard’s benefit. It seemed to work, as they were not being disturbed.

He came up behind her, his large hands covering hers as he placed them on the pole holding the canopy. His hard naked chest pressed into her back, branding her with his touch, her buttocks cradled against his flat belly. She felt the large throbbing hardness of his arousal slip between her thighs and she sighed.

“You want me, you shall have me,” he cried in his best Turkish as he used his powerful thighs to push her legs together around his pulsating thickness protruding through her curls at the juncture of her thighs. To her immense disappointment he withdrew.

“Oh my!” she gasped, desire flaming when his fingers delved deep between her legs. She looked over her shoulder and lust shimmered through her as she soaked in the sight of him anointing his hardness with her pearly fluid.

He came up behind her again and replaced her hands on the pole. She shivered as his silken length glided between her swollen flesh, his powerful thighs clamped her legs together, around him.

He groaned. She arched back against his groin. He continued to slide between her thighs.

Her heart was pounding.

“God, I want you.” He sighed against her neck as he feathered kisses against her heated skin. “I’m so close, I can’t bear it. I long to be inside you.”

“Hurry, take me now.” She could feel the molten heat building inside her. “Please,” she groaned, lifting one hand from the pole to reach behind her to grip his hip.

He was panting hard. “No, no!” he whispered. “I’m selfish, but I want you so much, please forgive me.”

It was pure feminine instinct that allowed her to help him. She reached down and caressed him, her hand tightly holding his member, throbbing and rigid and wet with her juices, against her passage as he plunged between her shaking legs.

“You’re mine.” His breath was harsh at her ear.

She stroked him, wholly focused on pleasuring him. “Don’t stop,” he gasped helplessly. His voice sent tingles rushing through her limbs, along nerve endings, flooding her body with sensations, her senses teetering on the edge of a sensual precipice. She was soaring high above the clouds once more, her eyes tightly shut as he brought her to the peak of the wave, pure delight sweeping through her, carrying her up and away, then slowly receding, leaving her floating.

Then just when she thought she’d float away, she felt his hard length enter her from behind.

He wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t want gentleness. She wanted him, hard and fast, and that is what he gave. All of himself.

He thrust harder, bending her forward slightly so he could go deeper. Her body went up in flames, every nerve ending screaming for release.

Together they spiraled higher and higher until she climaxed, and to her joy she carried him with her into a stunning plateau of ecstasy. He screamed out her name over and over in Turkish and she clung to the pole wishing they could do this forever.

Finally, she slumped back against him when her legs could not keep her upright on her knees.

Time vanished, leaving only sensation and the joy of being held in his arms.

“I feel alive again. I’m just getting warmed up,” he whispered as he laid her down and rolled her under him, reentering her in a slow penetration that made her toes curl. Moving slowly, their frantic coupling of before slowed to a tender, tidal rhythm where they matched each other breath for breath, pulse for pulse. Near exhaustion, she raised her head for a last kiss, wanting to inhale his essence into herself.

“I might be yours, but you are mine, and I’ll never let you go again,” she breathed against his lips as she curved her hips upward and clasped him internally with voluptuous power.

He shattered in a final convulsion, where his seed flooded into her. She hoped it would take root. She wasn’t na?ve. She knew they still were not safe, that he wasn’t in any condition to flee, and that anything could happen to either one of them.





Chapter 24


As the day drew to an end no one came knocking on the door. They made love again later in the afternoon, ensuring the noise they made kept everyone away.