Page 71 of The Odyssean Duke

Evelina bucked her hips, trying to soothe the ache burning in her core, but it was as if she was stuck. She could not manage to find release, no matter how hard she rubbed herself against him. Worse, Evelina had the sensation of being so very close, hanging by a thread.

“I want to—to consummate our marriage,” she said. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to reach my release.”

“Oh, we will have to be so very slow,” he said, bringing a finger to her burning sex. “I would not want to injure you, my dear wife.”

Stephan cupped her with his hand, and Evelina’s hips jolted upwards. Her breath came in gasps and whines, as he let his finger drift between her folds and then circle that wonderful place. The tightness returned in full force, and Evelina’s eyes watered from the intensity of the sensations sweeping through her. At last, she achieved her release. It swept through her like lightning, setting her body ablaze with the most remarkable wave of pleasure. White obscured her vision, and she screamed.

The pleasure lasted for only a heartbeat, but it was so exquisite that she fell back against the bed, sated and well-used. Evelina gasped for air, her chest heaving. “Oh, Stephan…” she murmured.

He chuckled and coaxed her thighs apart. “Do not tire too quickly, Evelina. I wish to bring you pleasure a few more times tonight.”

Her eyes dropped reflexively to his trousers, which were tight about his aroused manhood. A lump rose in her throat, her heart beating madly as she remembered how large he appeared.

“I do not know how I will manage to take you,” she whispered.

Stephan stroked her with his thumb. “I will be very careful. I promise.”

The tip of his thumb pressed against her entrance, and Evelina tensed.

“Relax,” he murmured.

She tried, letting herself remain against the bed linens. Evelina imagined her spine unlocking, vertebra by vertebra, as his thumb slowly breached her. It was a strange sensation of being filled, and her inner walls clamped tightly around his finger. Stephan hissed between his teeth. “So eager,” he muttered. “Evelina, you are going to undo me.”

She let out a breathless laugh and tossed an arm over her eyes. “I like the thought of undoing you,” she said.

Stephan chuckled and slowly pumped his finger in and out. Evelina slowly loosened around him. She breathed hard, conscious of how quickly her gasps for air came. Every time Stephan moved his thumb inside her, there was a wet sound, which was equally fascinating and embarrassing.

His thumb was inside her. Evelina silently reminded herself to breathe. Stephan had said he would be careful, and she trusted him to be just that. He had already entered her with his thumb, and she was fine. It was a strange sensation but notuncomfortable.

He withdrew from her and unfastened his trousers. Evelina swallowed hard as his manhood sprang forth. Stephan stroked himself, his eyes fixed firmly on her face. “I will be very careful,” Stephan said. “If you are ever uncomfortable or if anything hurts too badly, you need only tell me. I will stop.”

Evelina forced a smile. “But we must produce an heir.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “But there is no need for that experience to be unpleasant.”

Evelina suspected it would be, though. She had read too many accounts of women experiencing discomfort and pain as they surrendered their maidenhood. Evelina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, determined to bear it for Stephan’s sake andthat of her future child. This was the agreement, and she had to honor it.

If Evelina was to produce a child, she must do this act many more times, so it would be best to become accustomed to it. Stephan pressed against her entrance, and Evelina exhaled.

He shifted inside her, and Evelina hissed between her teeth. His manhood was wider than his thumb, and there was an uncomfortable pinch as he tried to sheath himself further.

“Do you need a moment?” Stephan’s words were uneven, his breath as haggard as her own.

Evelina nodded. She took another deep breath and shifted her hips, trying to relieve the tightness and the discomfort. Stephan tipped his head back and groaned. He dug his fingers into her hips, keeping her still. “Evelina,” he croaked. “Oh.”

She stared at him with wide eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

He laughed. “No, no—quite the opposite.”

Stephan pressed himself in for a heartbeat. Then, he withdrew. Slowly, he pushed into her again. Evelina let out a shaking breath of air. He pulled out again.

Soon, Stephan found a rhythm, pushing and pulling. It was so slow that she ached—not from his carelessness, for he was exquisitely gentle—from the need to achieve release once more.A sudden jolt of Stephan’s hips made her gasp. Evelina did not hurt, but she was sofullinside. She went onto her forearms and stared at where their bodies met, his manhood buried deep inside her. “Oh,” she gasped.

“There,” Stephan said, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “See? You managed to take me.”

“I did,” Evelina said, still scarcely able to believe that she had.

“Now,” Stephan said, withdrawing. “My patience is exhausted. I must have you now.”