Free Dark Duke by Sabrina York

throat.
    “Spread your legs, sweeting.”
    She did.
    He thrust two fingers in, deep.
    She cried out and clenched around him. He responded with
three.
    God, she was tight. Tight and wet and slick.
    His cock ached. Thrummed. He longed to tip her off his lap,
onto the floor and mount her. He longed to sink into her, take her, possess
her.
    But first he wanted to show her just how it could be. How
glorious and superb the mingling pain and pleasure could score delight on a
woman’s body…and soul.
    It did not take long.
    As he plied her cunt with thrust after thrust, her tension
rose. She wailed and squirmed and quivered around him. He burrowed deep and
searched for that sweet bundle. Found it…
    And she came. Exploded. Showered him with delight.
    Unable to resist, he laid another slap on her tender globes.
And another. Her wails rose. She came again. And again and again.
    When she was finished, when she was gasping and trembling
and weeping, he hauled her up into his arms and held her.
    “So you see, my dear?” he said, kissing away her tears. “It
pays to misbehave every now and again.”
     
    Kaitlin stared up at Edward, mindless, replete. She couldn’t
believe what had just happened. Couldn’t quite wrap her mind around it. But it
had been magnificent. He was magnificent.
    His cock, hard as a rock and throbbing madly, pressed
against her hip. She nudged it. His nostrils flared.
    “Did you…like that?”
    She loved that his voice cracked.
    She nestled into him. Put her hand on his chest. “You know I
did. But Edward?”
    “Yes, my sweet?” He kissed her brow.
    “Shouldn’t there be…more?”
    Though she’d never imagined she would want like this,
she did. She wanted him… in her . She’d thought Dougal had ruined all of
that, made her frigid, perhaps. There was a time when she’d suspected she
always had been frigid, but Edward had wiped that delusion away.
    She wasn’t. Not in the least. In fact, now she suspected she
was rather wanton.
    Because she wanted him. In her.
    He chuckled. “There is more.” He lifted her into his arms,
as though she were thistledown, and carried her to the reclining couch in the
corner. He laid her down and sat beside her, slowly easing her dress from her
shoulders. When it didn’t come off, he grunted and bade her to turn on her side
so he could undo her buttons.
    He only undid enough to release her breasts, which was fine
with her, as she was rather impatient as well. She wanted to know. Needed to
know.
    He dipped his head to take a taut peak into his mouth. He
dandled her slit as he worked at her.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “Please?”
    “Wasting time on pointless pursuits is a sin.”
    He chuckled. “This is hardly pointless.”
    “Please, Edward.” The hunger had arisen again, and more
sharply than before. She spread her legs, pulled her skirts higher. “Please.”
    He fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, staring at her
exposed womanhood. He blew out a breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve
dreamed of this.”
    “Stop talking, Edward.”
    He chuckled, but it was a thready, desperate sound. He
kicked off his trousers—and his shoes as well—and lay down beside her. Then he
covered her.
    She loved it. Loved his weight, his heat, his scent. He
kissed her as he positioned himself at her entrance, infusing her with his
breath, his essence. They both shook.
    “Tell me if it hurts,” he ground out. “I’ll stop. It’ll kill
me, but I’ll stop.”
    “Yes, Edward.”
    And he entered her.
    Shards of agony showered through her as he eased deeper,
filling her, stretching her, but it was not the agony she expected. It was a
delicious trickle of excruciating craving—for more. “Ah!”
    He stilled. “Does it hurt?”
    “Yes.” She nibbled on his neck. “But in a delightful way.”
    He growled and pulled out, then thrust again. Something
astounding danced through her as he hit a spot, deep within. “Oh. Yes. Yes.”
    “Good? Is it