Page 132 of Bound By the Duke

He was sin and salvation.

He was beauty.

Percival lifted his head as though he could sense her stare. His lips glistened with her wetness, his blue eyes locking onto hers.

The air stilled. The world fell silent. In that burning gaze, Aurelia saw everything: his hunger, his need, but also his love. A love so fierce that it terrified her. A love so tender that it undid her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but a moan slipped out instead. The atmosphere had changed, and one thing was certain for them.

This is it. This is everything.

Percival slowly crawled up her body. His fingers caressed her face before his mouth slowly found hers again.

She tasted herself on his tongue, and the intimacy of it only made her shiver. She kissed him back, pouring herself into the kiss as if she could entwine their souls.

When he pulled away, his voice was a dangerous whisper. “If you are not ready, if this hurts you, tell me and I will stop.”

Her chest heaved. Pain was the least of her fears.

She moved her hand to cup his cheek, trembling. “Do not stop. I want you, Percival.More than anything.”

Her confession egged him on and even if he had thought to stop, he had gone too far. His mouth crashed onto hers again.

As they kissed, Aurelia felt his hand slip between her thighs once more. His fingers circled her clit with torturous pressure. She moaned into his mouth, holding him tighter and arching into his touch.

She felt him moving to undress but the pressure of his lips against hers, the taste of his tongue in her mouth quickly distracted her but when she felt him fully nude atop her, she felt her breath hitch as his pulsing cock teased her most intimate place.

His lips didn’t leave hers once as he pressed his cock against her wet entrance. The sensation was too intense, too overwhelming, that she reached down a trembling hand.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock. She gasped at the heat, at the thick of it. And it made her even wetter. Then, slowly, she began to stroke him.

Percival let out a groan. “Is this your way of taking revenge?” His voice was laced with desperation and something too dangerous to name. “You wouldn’t like mine.”

“I will prove you wrong. I always do.” A teasing smile curved her lips. Yet, tears still gathered at the corners of her eyes. “Please.Give me everything.”

His control snapped.

He nipped her neck before repositioning his cock against her. He teased her clit with the head until she was sobbing for more.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body trembling with anticipation.

She was ready. She was more than ready. To love this man. To have him in ways she never had. To have a taste of him. To know what it felt like when their sounds of pleasure mingled.

From the way he stared deep into her eyes, she knew that he had the same thoughts. That he was ready, too.

But there was no need for words now. There was only this moment and the increasing anticipation.

Slowly, his lips found hers again, and he kissed her as though it was the last time. And then, in that breathless moment as their breath mingled, he pushed into her.

With his cock buried deep inside her, he claimed more than just her body. He claimed her soul, her heart, and everything she had ever been.

Aurelia had thought she would cry out. Maybe even scream. But she only froze for the first few seconds.

God.

She wasn’t sure what to do at that moment. Her thoughts had scattered. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so consuming. His cock stretched her sensitive walls, stealing her breath away.

And she knew he felt the same way. Because for a moment, he didn’t move. His cock stayed buried deep in her warmth.