Page 38 of My Beastly Duke

The hot sensations that his tongue was creating on her breast had her gasping for breath as he moved his hand up her thigh.

“Aaron, I cannot wait any longer,” she mumbled under his hot kisses.

Cold air kissed her nipple as he drew away, parting her knees before positioning himself between her thighs. He entered her slowly, allowing her folds to adjust to the size of him. Yet any pain was quickly replaced by pleasure when he began to move back and forth.

The steady rhythm of his thighs pressing against hers, drove Marina wild as she began to enjoy the sensation more and more. She felt filled to the very brim as he thrust his thick cock in and out.

“Aaron,” she whispered his name desperately as she gripped his shoulders, feeling herself being pulled closer to the edge.

Grunting with pleasure, Aaron placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer as he picked up the pace.

Their bodies melded together, creating a brand-new sensation of ecstasy as she began to cry out for more.

“You take me so well, sweetheart,” Aaron called out, thrusting violently between her thighs as he dipped his head and kissed her lips, sucking on her tongue.

Marina could not hold off any longer as she felt her climax building. Leaning back on the desk, she placed her elbows behind her for support and whimpered, allowing Aaron to take her to the edge.

One final thrust had her crying out in pleasure as stars suddenly burst behind her eyelids. Her body shook and trembled with every breath when Aaron cried out, collapsing on top of her with a final grunt.

The warmth that filled her core was utterly indescribable as Marina lay on the desk, panting for breath with Aaron on top of her.

“How did that feel?” Aaron reached up and traced a pattern over her breast as he nestled his face in her cleavage.

“I… I do not know how to describe it. I feel fuller somehow.” She opened her eyes, blinking a few times as she realized that her legs were still trembling.

“That is how it is supposed to feel.” He turned his head once again and kissed the side of her breast.

The unexpected sensation sent yet another shiver of pleasure through her body. “Will I be pregnant now?” She asked him almost sheepishly, worrying that he would send her away if she was. She could not explain it, but something had changed between them over the past month. She could not bear the thought of being away from him for too long.

Chuckling under his breath, Aaron pushed himself up and smiled down at her. “You might be, but it usually takes a few more tries. The only way to be certain is to do this more often.”

Her heart suddenly lifted when she noted the sparkle in his eyes. “Well, I think we had better practice at least once a day then. Don’t you agree?”

He shook his head and helped her to sit up, placing his forehead against hers in a tender and unexpected moment. “Marina, I am sorry that I broke my promise. Things are not always easy for me.”

“I know. Let us not dwell on that any longer.” She pushed her head against his, reveling in the moment they shared. The world suddenly seemed like a different place to her, making her wonder if anything could shatter her newfound happiness.

“I would very much like to take you to my bed now, Your Grace. That is, if you are willing to spend the night with me?”

His offer caught her off guard and she drew back slightly. “I would love to spend the night in your chambers, Your Grace. Perhaps we will be able to practice again before morning?”

Aaron drew back and looked at her his eyes darkening with lust again. “Be careful what you wish for, Kitten. It might just come true.” He pressed his lips against hers, drawing her into his arms with a passionate kiss.

It did not take long for Aaron to scoop her up in his arms, carrying her down the hall and to his chambers.

Is that what it is going to be like from here on out?

Marina’s heart was singing when he carried her into his chambers and kicked the door shut behind his back. He lay her on the bed before crawling to her side and drawing her naked body against his.

Her hands moved to his back, gently drawing a pattern over his scars. The thickness of the matted flesh beneath the tips of her fingers quivered slightly as she moved back and forth.

He seemed to be enjoying the attention, yet Marina could not help but wonder if something else would not tear them apart. After all, most scars were rarely ever just skin deep.

Why am I feeling like this?

She looked up at his sleeping face when he began to snore. Everything inside of her screamed in agony when she wondered if he loved her.

Do I care if he loves me?