Page 41 of Gabriela and His Grace (The Luna Sisters #3)

“Ay Dios,” she cried out, her hands scrambling to anchor herself as he licked and sucked at her flesh.

Gabby thought she should be scandalized; perhaps embarrassed.

Yet it was so very hard to be those things when Sebastian and his wicked, wicked tongue made her feel so good.

And making her feel good appeared to be his priority, because he watched her, gauging her reactions and focusing on those actions that she enjoyed.

But it was his words, broken and voracious, that threatened to drive her out of her mind.

“I knew it. I knew you would taste divine.” Sebastian flicked his tongue against the sensitive spot at the crown of her sex. “Does that feel good, Ella?”

Whimpering, Gabby choked out a “Sí” as she scoured his scalp with her fingernails and directed his tongue to that spot that made her see stars.

“My greedy girl,” the duke growled, then sucked her flesh between his lips and sent Gabby’s body into the heavens. Her legs quaked and her back arched, and her scream was only contained because she clamped down on her tongue until she tasted iron.

“So beautiful, darling. You are so beautiful in everything you do.” Sebastian kissed the insides of her thighs, before he smoothed his palms up her sides to cup her breasts, his lips snaring hers in a scorching kiss.

Gabby tasted herself on his tongue, and the intimacy of the gesture, the earthiness of the taste, fanned the embers of her desire.

“Sebastian,” she sighed against his lips, clutching him closer. Without thought, she wrapped her legs around his waist, the seam on his trousers teasing the tingling flesh between her thighs.

He tore away from her lips, his chest heaving and his eyes wild. “Ella love, I’m barely hanging on. If you do that again, I’m going to spill myself all over your pretty breasts.”

Although she delighted in torturing him, that wasn’t what Gabby wanted. “I want to feel you,” she whined, undulating her hips again.

Sebastian groaned, tucking his face in the valley between her neck and shoulder. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

She nodded. Gabby had overheard enough talk from the widows and matrons to understand what physical congress entailed.

Inconveniently, she recalled more than one woman praising Sebastian’s skills as a lover.

Ruthlessly pushing those memories away, Gabby forced herself to focus on him.

On his kindness. His clever tongue. His overwhelming beauty.

The way Sebastian made her feel as if every word out of her mouth was interesting and noteworthy.

It did not take much to set her blood boiling again.

Turning her head, Gabby kissed him, teasing her tongue along the seam of his mouth, just as he’d taught her.

“I want you”—she panted against his lips—“to be my first.”

Jerking back to meet her gaze, a devilish grin lit his face with an unholy light. “Gabriela Luna, I will never survive you.”

In one fluid motion, the duke rose and prowled to his dressing room.

Within the span of a heartbeat, he returned, a satin satchel in his hand.

Standing at the end of the bed, Sebastian’s heated gaze wandered over her body as he opened the satchel and extracted a sheath.

Without ceremony, he shoved his trousers down his hips, and Gabby bit back a gasp at the sight before her.

His manhood—his cock—was thick and ruddy, standing tall and proud against his abdomen.

Gabby refused to look away…especially when Sebastian gripped it in his palm and stroked it, that damn smirk on his teasing lips.

Expertly, he slipped the sheath over his length and tied it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, his voice iron and silk.

Gabby nodded. Isabel had told her about condoms when she’d asked why her sister and Sirius had not yet had children. Sebastian’s thoughtfulness sent a warm rush of gratitude coiling about her.

Crawling onto the bed, he grasped one of her ankles and propped it on his shoulder, while his other hand smoothed down her thigh and pressed it wide.

She was stretched open, and anticipation and fear lanced through her blood in equal measure.

Fisting her hands in the pillow above her head, Gabby clenched her eyes closed.

“Look at me, Ella,” Sebastian commanded.

Her lashes fluttered, and Gabby met his gaze.

“There will be no grinning and bearing it with me, darling,” he whispered, dragging his cock through her folds. The muscle twitching in his jaw was the only indication he was affected by the sensation. “I only want to bring you pleasure, and I intend to. So stay with me.”

Stubbornly holding his gaze, Gabby felt the blunt head notch at her opening and push in. When she would have tensed, Sebastian laved his thumb with his tongue, and pressed it to the hood of her sex, gently circling it until sparks flickered in the corners of her eyes and her legs lost their starch.

The stretch was uncomfortable but not unbearable, especially with Sebastian softly murmuring, “That’s it, love. Let me in. Look how beautifully you’re taking me.”

Gabby enjoyed being contradictory…but not when being obedient felt so damn good.

After what felt like a lifetime, Sebastian’s hips were finally flush with her own, and Gabby felt full. Gloriously full, with only a slight sting to indicate how her body had stretched to accommodate his girth. Biting the inside of her cheek, Gabby gave her hips an experimental roll.

“Good God,” Sebastian hissed, his head falling forward.

Pleased with his response, Gabby clutched his rear and did it again. Pleasure streaked up her spine, and she groaned at the decadent slide.

Rising on his forearms, Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not playing fair, love.”

Undulating her body again, Gabby grinned when he moaned. “I’m not trying to, Your Grace. I’m trying to feel good.”

Sebastian twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to growl, “Darling, I’m going to make you feel so much more than good.”

And he thrust forward, surprising a gasp from her lips.

Sebastian didn’t slow his pace, rolling and grinding his hips in a seductive dance that hit a spot within her that Gabby didn’t even know existed but had quickly become the concentrated focus of her being.

She dug her heels into his lower back, her hands scrambling to grip his shoulders as she canted her pelvis to allow him to hit that spot again and again.

Euphoria danced like streaks of azul light in her gaze, and her mouth hung open as she tried to catch her breath.

Tried to moor herself in the storm Sebastian unleashed on her.

His lips latched on to a spot near her collarbone, and Sebastian sucked on it before soothing the sting with his tongue, all while his hips snapped between her legs.

The influx of sensations made Gabby’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

She keened, her back bowing when his next thrust caused his pubic bone to grind against the nub at the top of her sex.

“Fuck, darling,” Sebastian snarled, punctuating his excitement with a firm thrust.

Completion hovered just beyond her reach, and she grit her teeth in frustration. “I’m so close.”

“I can tell,” he murmured, smoothing a hand down her cheek and neck to her breast, where he ran his thumb over a hardened tip. “Let me help you.”

Grasping her knee with one hand, he angled it wider while he massaged her sex in time with his next thrust.

Gabby’s shriek echoed through the room as her climax barreled through her.

Her limbs shook and her nails sank into his shoulders as wave after wave of bliss whited out everything but him.

Everything but his triumphant expression…

which quickly slackened as his thrusts lost their rhythm and he shuddered his release.

She clung to him for several minutes, drawing comfort from his warm, clammy skin and the drumming of his heart.

When Sebastian did eventually rise, he discarded the sheath and then brought her a glass of water, encouraging her to finish it before using the washroom.

When she was done, Sebastian welcomed her back to the bed and quickly enfolded her in his arms. With his face tucked into the crook of her neck, and feeling safe and satiated in his arms, Gabby fell into a deep slumber unlike anything she’d experienced… possibly ever.