Page 37 of The Duke’s Lessons in Temptation

She took his face in her hands. “No, we’ve done things the way it works for us. Please.”

He flexed his shaft against her bottom and her body hummed. “It is too hard to deny you.”

Standing, he stood her upright and asked, “Are you sure?”

She played with the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve thought so much about the last night in the library and how your shaft felt against my most feminine area.”

Cora slid her hand down and pressed her palm along his length. He hissed in satisfaction. She continued, feeling free to say what she wanted around him. “I touched myself thinking about what it would feel like to have you buried deep in me.”

“Christ, Cora. You will be my undoing,” he said, yanking his shirt from his trousers.

She grinned at him and helped him slide the material off his shoulders. “Good.”

He shook his head but yanked his boots and trousers off. Cora stared at him, wide-eyed. Damion was magnificent. She wrapped her hands around his shaft, and he closed his eyes, moaning. “Yes, that is perfection.”

“You like to be touched. I like that too.”

He opened his eyes. “I know. I have thought about nothing else since I touched you.”

Damion untied her wrap and then began to slide her nightgown up. She wondered if she should feel shy, but the desire for Damion to see her naked throbbed through her. Still, when the material reached her thighs, he asked, “Is this fine?”

She nodded. The nightgown rose over her stomach, breasts, shoulders, and then over her head. Damion stared at her and stroked himself. “You are beautiful.”

Cora smiled shyly at him and pulled them both toward the bed. Gruffly, he asked, “What do you want?”

“I want you to touch me as you did before.”

She sat on the bed, and he said, “Lie back, my love, and open your legs for me. Let me see you.”

Cora did as he requested, and his eyes darkened with more desire. He stepped between her thighs, and she held herself up on her forearms, staring up at him. The throbbing in her lower half made her want to rock her hips. She waited to see what he would do next. His hand slid down her breasts and then drifted past her stomach.

His fingers hovered just over the thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs. “You are mine, Cora. Forever.”

She nodded, and he rubbed his finger over her sensitive nub, making her whimper. “Say it, Cora. Tell me you're mine.”

He pinched the nub, and she arched upward. “I’m yours.”

Damion slid his fingers into her, sliding them in and out. The throbbing in her body intensified. It wasn’t enough and all too much at the same time. She grasped his hand. “I want you in me.”

He smiled at her rakishly. “You want me to bury my cock in you.”

The words caused her to shiver in the most delightful way. “Yes, I want to come undone with you deep inside me.”

“You can have it both ways.”

Still, a longing coursed through her to have him in her. “Please.”

“How can I deny such a pretty request?”

Damion scooted her up and hovered between her thighs for a moment, pressing a light kiss on her lips. “This may hurt momentarily.”

Cora didn’t care. Her desire to continue far outweighed any concerns. He lowered himself so his shaft was at her opening. Her body still ached for release. Damion claimed her mouth again. This time he deepened the kiss. His tongue swirled against hers, tempting and teasing.

He slid into her, and a flinch of pain pierced through the pleasure she was feeling. She clung to him, waiting for it to pass. He ran his lips along her throat, now buried fully in her. The feel of him so deep inside of her made her feel wanted and worshipped.

Damion pulled out and plunged back in. She gasped, not with pain but pleasure. Cora met him thrust for thrust. This was what she’d wanted, even if she didn’t know it. He wrapped her hair in his hands and kissed her. “Your quim is making my cock weep already, my love.”

He groaned and increased the pace. The ache was becoming almost unbearable. “Damion, please.”