Page 40 of My Dangerous Duke
“Thank you,” he whispered, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. “I think I got lost there for a bit.”
“Whatever it is you are holding on to, let it go,” she pleaded. It was painful to see him like this, and she needed it to stop.
“No one has ever cared for me like this before. You really do not have to do this.”
“Why do you feel so guilty of letting others care for you?”
“I just… I am not sure. I guess after my parents’ death, I learned how to take care of myself. And Richard.”
“What about your grandparents? Your grandmother seems quite gentle to me.”
“Are we talking about the same person?” Xander’s breath hitched when she touched a painful spot for just a moment. “My grandparents were both of the notion that children must be seen, not heard. Richard was excluded from most rules though. But me? I had to learn to be tough and handle my own pain.”
His eyes still on hers, he brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss so gentle on her palm it made her throat grow tight with tears.
“You need to let others care for you more often.”
“For now,” he promised, wrapping his other arm around her waist, pressing her as close to him as possible.
Eleanor could not help the soft sob of relief that tore from her throat as Xander kissed her. This one was not explosive, like all those times before. Instead, it was a deep, slow-burning kiss that melted them both from the inside out. Xander’s hands moved down to her backside, lifting her up with ease. Immediately she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Not breaking their kiss, Xander walked them back into the bedroom. Once he reached the bed, he laid Eleanor down gently, covering her small body completely with his much bigger one. Eleanor gasped and gripped at the bruised muscles on his back as he broke his lips from hers and moved down to her neck, lapping and nipping at her greedily. She closed her eyes and arched her back, wanting more.
A strangled sound, something between pain and agony, released from Xander’s throat, and he suddenly pulled back and balanced himself above her on his arms. Eleanor immediately felt cold and lonely as he pulled away, and she scrambled to bring him back to her.
“Honey, wait,” he rasped, his deep voice strained. He looked so tense; so conflicted- and she could not stand it.
“Why?” She nearly cried, still trying to pull his shoulders back down to her.
Xander’s silver eyes sparked as she did so, and with a tortured groan, he obeyed her touch and came back down atop her. Wanting to make sure he went nowhere, she locked her legs around his, holding him to her.
“You are going to be the death of me.”
Xander’s cock jumped hungrily as Eleanor wrapped her legs around his and he felt the apex of her legs press hotly into him. He had been in agony for weeks. Wanting her, fantasizing about her. Even torturing himself by trying to get the upper hand with his first tongue trick- and he could not take it anymore.
His fingers felt clumsy as they found their way to Eleanor’s thin chemise, but just like her, he did not want to break their skin-to-skin contact. Eventually, the bit of fabric came up between them, lifted over her head delicately before being tossed to the floor.
Eleanor’s body, warm and supple, was quick to take away the annoying cold by rubbing her long legs sensually over his muscled backside. Unknowingly, she was driving him wild. Nudging his rigid and aching-to-be-touched cock against her already slick entrance with every little movement.
If that was not bad enough, his mouth could not seem to get its fill of her. Her lips, tongue, neck, breasts. He had ravaged them all and left her panting and pleading for him not to stop. Every part of her tasted like heaven and he needed more.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Untangling his fingers from hers, he began to kiss down her body, loving every tremble and gasp she gave him as he did so. This time, after he began to slide his tongue slowly and possessively over her soft, dewy folds and desperate clitoris, he swirled his finger in slow circles at the entrance of her tight sheath. As he had hoped, her muscles clenched around him hungrily, pleading for more.
“Xander,” she breathed above him, her body growing more tense as her orgasm neared.
Knowing what she needed, Xander’s tongue and fingers moved in time to a more intense speed, and he let out a moan of pleasure as her orgasm flooded into his mouth.
Xander’s thighs trembled with pent-up need as he slowly dragged his body up to her, letting every inch of their torsos touch before he nestled his hips between her parted legs. In the candlelight, he could see Eleanor’s mesmerizing eyes glazed over with desire, and he knew then more than ever that he could not stop himself from giving her what she wanted.
Slowly, so as not to hurt her, Xander slid the head of his rigid girth between her folds. He had to hold back a groan asher tight, soaking, warm walls clasped at him greedily, already causing him so much pleasure. Achingly, he continued his steady advance, letting her adjust inch by gradual inch until he could feel her maidenhood brush the tip of his cock. He was not even halfway inside yet, but he wanted this to be as painless as possible for her.
“Hang on to me,” he urged tenderly, thrusting himself past her breaking point.
Eleanor let a whimper of pain as her dam broke, and obeyed his warning by digging her nails deep into his back. Xander took his time, letting her breaths and movements tell him how fast or slow to go. But soon, her legs and arms relaxed around him, her sharp breaths stretched into a low, needy panting, and her eyes were burning bright with desire again.
Gathering her in his arms, Xander let himself finally sink fully into her and allowed his hips to set their own pace. Eleanor’s lips, pressed against his ear, let out a continual sweet song of moans and pleas as he began to thrust harder, faster, driving them both closer to their climax.