Page 114 of An Unwanted Widow for the Duke

His chest tightened as a low groan slipped past him; it was more than desire. It was recognition: she saw him, all of him, and embraced it.

The warmth of her hands made him shiver, made him ache to respond in kind. He wanted to mirror her touch, to let her know that he could be vulnerable and still be safe in her hands.

Each brush of her fingers pressed deeper into him, stirring both need and something fiercer, a devotion that had been building quietly, now impossible to deny.

He leaned into her, letting the contact anchor him, let her closeness steady the tumult of his mind.

Her touch was a language, and he understood every syllable, every caress, every silent declaration.

His erection lay on her belly, hard and eager for her warmth. When he eased himself between her thighs, she was already hot and slick for him. His fingers parted her folds and stroked her swollen nub, rubbing circles around it.

“Gerard, please,” she begged, her eyes fluttering shut as if savoring his touch.

“No, darling. Look at me,” he commanded gently. “I want to see your eyes when you fall apart.”

Her eyes opened, the desire in them mirroring his own. He watched her face as he slid two fingers in and out of her, all while stroking her nub. Her breath hitched, and her lips parted on a silent cry. He felt the first tremors as her walls clenched around his fingers.

“Come for me, my love,” he whispered.

Her back arched off the bed as pleasure crashed over her. Her eyes closed for a split second before they opened again, her pupils dilated with ecstasy. Her inner muscles rippled around his fingers, but before the tremors subsided, he thrust into her. Both of them cried out.

Wilhelmina was perfect, hot and tight around him. Gerard pushed into her up to the hilt, feeling the last flutters of her release.

He began moving in a slow, deep rhythm. It was about taking more of her. Being inside her. Being connected. Their eyes were open, full of love and desire. He thrust into her with purpose, egged on by her cries.

Wilhelmina wanted the same. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him deeper inside her. Her nails raked lightly over his back as his manhood grew harder and thicker. His pace quickened. Their cries were louder, more urgent, as they chased release together.

“Yes,” Wilhelmina moaned.

Gerard plunged into her over and over. Harder. Deeper. Then, he felt her walls clench around him as she climaxed once more. He immediately followed her over the edge.

His body shuddered violently with the force of his release.

“Well, it did end gloriously, as you wanted,” she breathed.

“We haven’t seen our ending, Mina. Far from it,” he promised.

The End?