Chapter 17

“Do not say that,” Alice warned, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Not unless you mean it. I cannot?—”

Duncan cut her off with a possessive kiss, a primal need rising in him as he finally laid down all of his burdens. He’d kept himself away as a means to protect them both, but he realized now that the only thing he’d truly done was make them live in restrained agony. It had to stop, no matter what happened afterward.

“I mean it,” he confessed hoarsely, gripping her tightly and pulling her off the swing.

Alice gasped softly as she was lifted into his arms, and her struggle against him suddenly ceased.

With care, he laid her down on her bed, letting only half of his weight rest atop her as his kisses grew more urgent and possessive. Beneath him, Alice trembled, her entire body humming with need beneath her flimsy negligee.

He was going to make her pay for hiding this little ensemble from him, he decided as he moved his kisses hungrily from her lips to her throat. Perhaps make it the only thing she’d be allowed to wear for a while. Which would only give him all the more reason to keep her to himself.

“Tell me what you need,” Duncan commanded, his voice heavy with desire as his lips continued their journey down the center of her chest.

“You,” she breathed, her hands already digging into his shoulders as his tongue swirled over her taught, thinly covered nipple. “Just you.”

Duncan moaned in satisfaction at hearing this and possessively clamped his mouth over her breast. He was rewarded instantly by a needy moan as her back arched exquisitely, and when his hand ventured between her thighs, she tossed her head back with a gasp as she spread her legs wider for him.

His fingers slid in easily, her soft petals so dewy and warm that they all but sucked them inside. Turning his wrist slightly, he began to massage the pads of his middle and ring finger against a particularly sensitive spot inside her. In seconds, Alice’s breaths began to shift from panting and needy to slow and deep, his fingers taking their time to build her pleasure.

Her eyes, once so full of distrust, now shone with helpless need as he built up a steady rhythm that made her grow wetter and warmer, until she was bucking her hips against his hand and once more gasping his name.

“Yes,” Duncan groaned, feeling her inner walls clamp tightly around his fingers as her orgasm drew closer. “Let go for me, sweetheart.”

Alice’s entire body went rigid beneath him as she threw her head back against the pillows and her breath hitched in her throat. For a moment, she stayed there, frozen on the precipice as shivers racked her body. But when Duncan clamped his mouth over her aching clitoris and quickened the thrusts of his fingers, a scream of joy ripped from her throat, and in an instant he felt her juices spill over his palm.

He then sat up on his knees and ripped at his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere before he peeled it from his shoulders and tossed it disgustedly to the floor. His trousers came next, this time with Alice’s help. Her fingers were trembling and clumsy with need, but when his cock finally sprang free, her lips slid hungrily over the tip, and he let out a guttural groan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

His hands thrust harshly into her curls, making little pins shoot everywhere as he pulled her lips away from his sex and up to his mouth.

“Don’t do that,” he warned, nipping her bottom lip in punishment. “I need to be gentle with you. At least the first time.”

Alice pulled away from his grip, her eyes no longer begging and needy but confident and full of desire as a sultry smile spread across her lips.

“Do you?” she teased, slipping her hand between them.

Her palm slid teasingly against his hard, thick length, sending a slight shiver of pleasure through him.

Duncan started to say yes, but before he could finish the word, her hand tightened around him, and the small shiver turned into a giant quake as he let out a guttural moan.

“Torturer,” he groaned.

“Tease,” she retorted before they lunged at one another in a mess of tangled limbs and lips.

Alice let out a gasp, her body pierced with a lightning bolt of pain as Duncan’s throbbing member broke through her maidenhead. Her fingertips trembled as they dug into his sweat-slicked shoulders, leaving red, crescent moon marks. It was a brand. Proof of her desires finally being fulfilled.

“Breathe with me, sweetheart,” Duncan coaxed, his deep voice bidding her to obey as she dragged a deep breath into her lungs. “Now relax.”

He drew out the last word as he brushed his lips against her ear, and once again, Alice felt her body obey his command. Slowly, she felt her tight walls begin to relax around his manhood, and the pain began to ebb away.

A heady moan escaped Duncan’s lips as her slick inner walls allowed him to slide further inside, and she felt the briefest stretch of discomfort before her pain dissolved completely.

“That’s it,” Duncan praised, talking her through it as his hips began a slow undulating rhythm.

He let out another heady groan as he felt another gush of wetness pour forth, and she swore she heard him mutter, “Good girl,” under his breath.

Letting him have full control, Alice let her head loll back into the pillows, her body relaxing completely as he finally laid his claim on her. So in tune with her body, he brought his right hand down to grip her hip and his left hand up to grip her wrist above her head. His lips, tongue, and teeth devoured her neck as his thrusts quickened, and Alice felt an entirely new type of pleasure bloom inside of her.

Her initial pain now a distant memory, she felt her hips begin to writhe of their own volition, matching the pace of his thrusts perfectly as he held the rest of her in place. With each roll of their hips, her pleasure shot deeper, driving her to a height she was terrified to fall from. Not even realizing it, Alice began to whisper his name over and over as his thrusts grew faster, needier, pleading for something she couldn’t even begin to describe.

“I can feel how badly you want to release,” Duncan told her, his deep voice full of need as he nuzzled her neck. “Give it to me, Alice.”

His hips slammed up into her suddenly as his teeth sank into her neck, and Alice felt a disconnection from her body that almost worried her. Pleasure, somehow blunt and electrifying, shot through her with blinding force, making her tremble uncontrollably as her back arched and her fingernails dug into his shoulders harder, drawing blood. In the distance, she heard the bestial roar of her husband’s release and then convulsed in pleasure all over again as she felt his cock thicken and lengthen inside of her, before his hot seed shot into her, filling her so much that she felt it leaking out of her.

For several moments, the two of them stayed locked together, their bodies still trembling with residual pleasure as they both drew in ragged breaths. Through her tight grip on his shoulders, Alice could feel his heartbeat thundering, and she pressed herself tighter to him. A tortured sound quickly erupted from his chest, and the hand on her hip gripped her tighter.

“Don’t do that,” he warned, his words coming out more steady as he pulled back slightly.

“Why not?” she asked, shifting her hips ever so subtly.

Deep inside, she felt his shaft stir once again, then was rewarded with another heady groan and a punishing nip to her breast. All of which she found quite satisfactory.

“Because as you can feel, I am nowhere near done with you yet,” he replied, bucking his hips wickedly for emphasis.

Alice moaned in pleasure, immediately wanting more, and felt a deep sense of emptiness and betrayal when he shifted his hips and pulled out of her.

“But you need rest,” he continued, pushing her back into the mattress when she tried to move with him.

“I do not,” she countered quickly, growing upset that her pleasure was being overshadowed by annoyance. “I feel fine.”

Duncan chuckled as he shook his head at her, then leaned down to kiss her breathless before he rose from the bed.

Despite being dizzy from the kiss, Alice rose quickly, set to drag him back down, but then gasped as she got to her feet and felt a dull, heavy ache in her lower belly.

Duncan turned back to her, his eyes wide as he saw her sway, and wrapped his arms around her in an instant, laying her back down on the bed.

“What did I say?” he snapped.

“That’s not fair,” Alice still argued, more annoyed than anything at the ache in her womb. “This wasn’t in the books.”

Duncan’s stern look turned into a sympathetic smile as he chuckled and leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m afraid this is the less exciting part,” he told her, once more pressing her down into the bed. “It does not make for an arousing read. The pain will pass though, and a warm bath will help.”

Alice was torn between listening to her body’s need for a break and her need to feel him deep inside her again. Already she had trouble keeping her eyes off his still-turgid length, and all she could think about was sinking herself down on it, and riding him until she felt another one of those pleasurable explosions.

“You are insatiable.” Duncan chuckled, then gasped as her tongue flicked against the head of his cock.

“And you are not?” she retorted as she met his eyes and flicked her tongue again.

Duncan’s fingers tightened in her hair, and he let out a hiss. Despite four releases, his cock had been hard for over two hours now, and it was growing more painfully sensitive by the second. Mentally, he kicked himself for letting it get this bad, but in some annoying bout of self-awareness, he accepted he only had himself to blame for his misery.

It didn’t help that Alice had been incredibly impatient with her bath, sliding and wriggling against him at every chance she got to tease him. Afterward, they’d made it about three bites into the dinner they had brought up before she was pushing her plate away and sliding into his lap. They’d made love three times since then, and neither of them felt close to being done.

Unable to take any more of her teasing, Duncan hauled her up by her hair and dragged her into his lap, his mouth claiming hers greedily as she positioned her slick entrance just above the tip of his cock. In one swift motion, Duncan slammed her hips down on his as he rose from the bed, letting the momentum carry them forward until her back pressed against the nearby wall.

A scream of pleasure ripped from her throat as he began to thrust into her with a primal need, his hands bruising her hips as he pinned her between himself and the wall. He wanted her like this always, he realized, driving them both further into a frenzy. No more boxing, no more fires—just his cock buried deep inside her all day, every day, until they passed away from overexertion.

“Come on, darling,” he coaxed teasingly, his hips moving faster. “I know you have one more for me.”

Alice’s eyes gleamed with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion as the flush in her face grew darker, and Duncan felt his release grow closer as her legs began to tremble around his waist. Her soft, wet folds were coating him with her delicious juices, sucking him tighter and tighter until he could no longer hold himself back.

His mind went blank as his seed shot deep inside of her, his entire body trembling with tension as every one of his muscles went rigid. He held her against the wall, his body too sensitive to move for several long seconds, and then, slowly, he began to release her, gently lowering her feet to the floor.

His beautifully exhausted wife swayed a little, still unable to stand on her own, and he quickly caught her and carried her to the bed.

“All right,” she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as her head hit the pillows. “Maybe I am ready for another break.”

Duncan chuckled darkly as he slid his hands between her legs and parted her thighs.

“Not just yet,” he warned her, putting her legs on his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her sex. “You owe me one more.”