Page 93 of An Unwanted Spinster for the Duke

Higher and higher.

“Yes, little doe,” he urged. “I feel you. Let go. I want you squeezing me, holding me tight. You feel so good.”

The last sting faded into pure pleasure, more intense than anything she’d ever known. She looked up at him and caught the pained, ecstatic expression on his face.

“Are you in pain?” she gasped.

“No,” he admitted, breathless. “Mine’s the face of a man who’s reached heaven. You feel like heaven.”

His thrusts deepened, growing more urgent. Her walls clenched and pulled him deeper, riding the edge.

The aftershocks hit her hard. As he pounded into her, everything dissolved into euphoria. The place that once hurt now pulsed with need and pleasure, culminating in a climax that left her breathless, her breasts jiggling from his powerful strokes.

She squeezed him hard, crying out as his rhythm grew erratic. He shuddered, spilling inside her with a growl.

“T-That was so?—”

“Heaven, as I said, little doe,” Dominic whispered, pulling her close.

His arms wrapped around her protectively, and somehow that felt even better than the lovemaking—though she wanted more.

“I’m here,” he promised.

“Of course you are,” she teased, still flushed, still feeling his half-hard length inside her.

He chuckled. “You’ve ruined me, Marianne. Now that I know how you feel, I want more of this,” he whispered.

As if on cue, he was hard again, but he slid out of her gently.

“Why?”

“You’re still sore. Besides, I want to continue this in our home.”

Theirhome.

They couldn’t stay here. They had to get dressed and rejoin the others in the ballroom, or slip away to Oakmere Hall.

Chapter Thirty-One

“Good morning,” Dominic murmured, still a little sleepy, but fully awake now with his beautiful wife lying naked beneath the blanket beside him.

They had finally agreed to share a room. It made moments like this easier.

“Good morning,” she replied softly, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “I thought you would have disappeared by now.”

“I’m not running away like a coward again, Marianne,” he promised. “Not this time.”

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical but not surprised. He couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t been exactly forthcoming before. But after their first night together, there was no turning back. It was irreversible.

“Do you regret it?” he asked cautiously.

“No,” she said with a laugh. “Why are you asking now, after we’ve made love several times in three days? A little late, don’t you think?”

“True.” He hesitated. “But you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known.”

“I hope that’s a compliment.”

“It is, little doe. It is. And you know what? I want you again. Right now.”