Page 74 of The Haunted Duke

“I thought I was allowed to touch you,” she pouted.

“You are,” he panted, lining himself up to her already slick entrance. “But if I let you continue, I will spill, and I cannot allow that when I can have you like this.”

As he said the last word, he surged his hips forward in one brutal thrust, seating himself to the hilt in a single stroke, and a cry of pleasure broke from Helena’s lips at the sheer fullness of him. She let her head fall back, letting Evander take complete control as he withdrew almost entirely, only to drive back into her again, harder, deeper, filling her so completely each time that she could feel him in the pit of her stomach. The desk groaned beneath them with the force of it; papers slid off the edge and scattered to the floor.

“So beautiful, so perfect,” he muttered between grunts, his hips never once slowing as he buried himself in her over and over. “Now look at me.”

Helena’s lashes snapped open at his command, and a surge of liquid heat rushed through her as she took in the look of pure, ravenous need on her husband’s handsome face as he pounded into her, each thrust stretching and filling her until she thought she might come apart around him alone.

“I feel you, sweetheart,” he panted, sliding a hand up to her throat in a way she now loved. “I feel how close you are. Do you think you can be a good little wife and let go for me?”

Helena tried to answer, but every time her lips attempted to form a word, a moan broke out instead, punched from her lungs each time he sank fully into her. He squeezed her throat when she did not reply, and the pressure he applied, paired with the relentless, driving snap of his hips filling her again and again, nearly had her bursting right then and there.

“Say it,” he gritted out, driving into her so hard the desk legs scraped against the floor. “Say it, sweet angel, I need it.”

“Yes!” The feral plea was almost too much, and the word yes barely escaped her lips before her climax came barreling hard through her core, clenching tight around him as he stayed buried deep, and her single word turned into a drawn-out scream of pleasure that Evander quickly echoed, his own release tearing out of him with one final, punishing thrust that seated him to the hilt and held him there, shuddering, as he spilled inside her.

Fresh arousal came tunneling through her as she watched her husband’s muscles tense beneath his clothes through heavy-lidded eyes, and then he bowed forward, draping his body over hers as he feathered kisses along her neck and muttered praises to her flesh.

Dizzy and exhausted from her brutal taking, Helena simply draped her arms around his back as she tried to catch her breath and listened to Evander try to catch his.

“Did I hurt you, love?” he asked, raising up on his forearms several minutes later. “That was much rougher than I intended.”

A pleasure-drunk smile split across Helena’s lips as she lazily let her head roll from left to right.

“Look at me,” he coaxed, gently gripping her jaw. “Let me see.”

Though it took effort, Helena slowly opened her eyes for him. Her heart quivered as she saw the concern written across Evander’s face. He was always so worried about hurting her, even if she was certain he never could. Not physically, at least.

He searched her eyes, as if looking for any evidence of pain she might be trying to hide, and when he finally decided there was none, his face once more slipped into a mask of pleasure, and he gingerly helped her up into a seated position.

Several rapid knocks sounded on the door just as their lips connected in a kiss, and they both froze.

“Is the door locked?” Evander muttered.

Blushing, Helena shook her head. He pulled away with a muttered curse.

“I am busy!” he barked at the door. Helena jolted at the sharp bark of his voice, then slapped her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle.

Evander smirked as he looked down at her, but it faded into a frown as someone shouted from the other side of the door.

“Too busy for us, brother?”

Evander groaned as he pressed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead to hers.

“I will be with you in a moment!” Evander responded.

“Why are you not opening the door? Are you naked?”

“It is Adrian and Damien,” he muttered despondently. “They will open the door and rush in if I do not stop them.”

Helena blushed at the thought of being caught in such a delicate situation. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then gently pushed him back.

“Go,” she urged him. “Distract them. Take them somewhere else for a bit while I attend to myself.”

Evander’s dark brows pinched as he frowned.

“I do not like leaving you so quickly after this. You are not a toy for my amusement,” he told her.