The Duke Identity (Game of Dukes #1)(92)

“Whatever you want.”

His heated intensity told her it was true. He’d give her anything.

Which meant she could give him…everything.

She scooted upward to align her body with his. Deliberately, she rubbed her soft, wet sex against his turgid length, the feeling so exquisite that her nerve endings reawakened. Instinctively, she lifted her legs, fitting her calves into the hard grooves of his hips, canting her pelvis. The new position notched the blunt head of his cock against her opening, sending thrills of anticipation through her.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.

Corded muscle stood out along his neck, his chest heaving. “Tessa, I don’t want to take advantage—”

“You said I could have whatever I want.” She wriggled, painting his hardness with her damp desire, and he exhaled harshly. “This is what I want. You inside me, Bennett.”

“Christ, Tessa.” He framed her face with his hands, his features hard-carved with passion. “Are you certain you want this?”

“I love you,” she whispered. “I want to belong to you completely.”

“If we do this, there will be no going back,” he warned. “You’ll be mine, and I will never let you go.”

“I’m already yours, my love.”

Her words seemed to undo him. His eyes blazed and then he was giving her what she wanted. Fitting himself against her, pushing into her softness, a steady, stretching incursion that made her gasp.

“I’ll go slowly,” he said. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Give me more. Give me everything.”

He groaned, obliging her. New sensations whirled her senses. His thick cock slid deeper, deeper, and deeper still; while there was a pinch of discomfort, there was also an opening to new delights. He nudged a hidden place, and she jolted at the radiating bliss.

“Am I hurting you?” He tensed above her, every muscle controlled, waiting for her.

“It feels so good,” she sighed.

“Good doesn’t describe the half of it.” He lunged slowly, oh so slowly. Brows drawn, he said, “You’re so tight, so beautiful…”

He began to withdraw. When she made to protest, he thrust his hips, and then, then she began to discover what pleasure truly was. It was indescribable: the heat and intimacy, the soul-searing friction of her lover inside her. Discomfort became a distant memory as she instinctively followed his lead, her hips moving to meet his, her body absorbing the impact of delight.

“Yes, love,” he rasped, “move with me, let me have you, all of you…”

He shifted his angle and hers, opening her further. She gasped as the steely root of his cock grazed her pearl. Every time he hilted himself, he ground against her mound, triggering familiar tremors in her pussy.

“Come for me again,” he bit out. “Take me with you.”

The knowledge that she could bring him over the edge catapulted her into another crisis. Her pussy seized around his thick invasion as she came, and the bliss was better, deeper than anything she’d previously experienced.

He pulled himself from her with a growl. On his knees, he fisted his huge, glistening erection.

His virility would forever be branded in her fantasies. The flexing of all that muscle, his arm bulging as he frigged his magnificent cock. All the while, his hot gaze held hers. He roared her name as he exploded, showering her belly, ribs, and breasts with his creamy heat.

The scent of his satisfaction made her giddy, and she looked at him with a dazed smile.

“That was…that was…” She struggled to find the exact word.

“Everything,” he said huskily.

Yes, it was. Exactly.

And it was only the beginning.

“When can we do it again?” she said.

With a groaning laugh, he bent his head and claimed her mouth with a tender kiss.





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Two days later, Tessa dreamily washed dishes in the kitchen basin. It was the least she could do given that Bennett had prepared their luncheon. Actually, he’d prepared all their meals seeing as she had no clue how to do so (and thus proving her hypothesis that he really could do anything). Presently, he was chopping wood out front.

She could see him through the small window. The sun burnished the thick waves of his hair. His shirt was open at the collar, his sleeves rolled up his powerful forearms. As she watched, he swung the axe in an efficient arc, splitting a log neatly in two.

“Isn’t he perfect, Swift Nick?” she sighed.

The ferret, who was lounging nearby on a rug, snorted and rolled over to his other side.

Still watching Bennett, Tessa absent-mindedly scrubbed a bowl. Despite her gnawing worry for her kin, she couldn’t deny that the last two days had been magical. She’d given Bennett her virginity, and, in return, he’d given her hope that he might be falling in love with her, after all.

Their lovemaking opened up a world of wonder. They’d spent most of yesterday in bed, with Bennett introducing her to variations on the theme. He was masterful and endlessly creative. Her cheeks warmed as she thought of how he’d kissed and worshipped every nook and cranny of her body. Of how he’d drawn her up onto her hands and knees and filled her up from behind, his hips smacking gently but firmly against her bottom, her cries of satisfaction muffled by the pillow…