Page 42 of All Duke and Bothered

“Yes,” she said.

“It might hurt, might be uncomfortable,” he said. “It’s only because it’s your first time. But I promise I’ll make it wonderful for you in the future. As wonderful as you feel now…and better.”

She knew nothing of any of it. There was no one in her life who’d prepared her for it. And his care for her, his willingness to teach her and to show her warmed her heart and her soul. She wanted him. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. Even if it hurt. Her stupid heart was falling for him.

“Yes, Preston,” she whispered, her chest rising and falling.

He positioned himself between her thighs and spread them as he lowered himself to her. His hard member nudged her at her entrance, and she moved her hips, urging for him to enter her aching, throbbing, needy body. There was a fire burning, and only he would do to soothe it. Her heart pounded hard. How would she ever fit him in when she’d never had anything inside her body before? He looked deep into her eyes. There was such tenderness in his gaze, such care for her that her throat clenched with emotion.

“You’re perfect,” he said to her, setting a flock of little starlings into a flight inside her stomach. He kissed her, gently and deeply, and started to make small thrusts inside her. With one arm supporting himself, he slid the other one between their bodies, and with his finger he found the center of her pleasure between her folds and began gently rubbing it. She spread her thighs, wanting more of him, deeper.

And then, suddenly, there was a pinch inside her, and he slid halfway in. She jerked slightly and he went completely still. The burning was unpleasant—but only a little. He appeared to be almost in pain. “Are you all right, love? Do you want me to stop?”

He was so thick and expanding inside of her, and she felt like she was stretched almost to the limit. And despite the discomfort, she still wanted him. She was still aroused and not nearly finished. Droplets of sweat beaded under the locks of dark hair that fell over his forehead.

“Don’t stop,” she said, running her hands down his muscular back. “Please don’t stop.”

He swallowed. “Good. Because you feel so amazing, I think I’d have an apoplexy if I had to leave the heavens of your body.”

He slowly pushed deeper into her as his hand kept rubbing the center of her pleasure, and soon the pain dissolved into this intense wave that was part of her pleasure.

She moaned and arched her back when he was deep inside her. He was part of her now, and she was part of him, and as he started moving faster, still gently pushing in and out of her, the intensity built. He removed his hand and angled his hips so that he was still stimulating that wonderous point, and now there was another pleasure deep within that was building, too.

He started thrusting in and out with vigor, emitting deep grunts that bordered on cries of agony.

“How good you feel, Penelope,” he groaned. “Heavens, you’re so tight… Do you like this?”

“Yes… Please…please…”

“Please what, love?”

“More… More…”

“I feel you clenching me so tight… Are you close to your release?”

“I’m… I’m…”

She didn’t know what she was. She knew there was this tension building inside her, as inevitable as a carriage being driven at full speed. It felt different from the first time. Full. All-consuming. It felt like her whole body would burst like a firework. He held the fire. And he would be her undoing.

And then she did.

“Ah, Preston!” she cried out as her body clenched in a delicious moment of ecstasy.

It washed through her like a giant wave in a storm, making her blind and deaf and brainless for a moment. He bucked and tensed and groaned some sort of wolfish sounds, and then she thought he was with her, too, as he jerked and twitched inside her.

For several moments, they were like this, he losing himself in her, and she rocking on the waves of bliss.

And then he collapsed on top of her, moved to the side, and cuddled her onto his shoulder. They both panted hard, sweating.

Why had no one told her how incredible things could be between a husband and wife? Maybe this pleasure was not the same for everyone. Maybe it was only because it was Preston.

She was falling for him. Her silly heart didn’t care that he held some threat over her father. She didn’t even want to think about it.

Because nothing would be the same after this night.

And no matter how good it felt with him now, they still had secrets between them.

Secrets that may destroy this fragile sense of happiness and shred her heart into pieces.