Page 52 of Her Heartless Duke

As he caressed her breast, he let his hand wander down to the thatch of golden curls between her legs, lightly tracing a lacy pattern on her mound as he let her set the pace.

Olivia moaned, louder this time, as she arched into him and he took that moment to slip a finger through her folds. He let out a low groan when he found her slick and warm.

“Isaac!” she gasped, her eyes flying wide open. “I—no one has ever touched me there before.”

He smiled achingly at her. “I know, my sweet. And I am honored that you have trusted me so much with your sweet body.”

He began to stroke her gently and she dropped her head into his shoulder, her fingers digging into his skin as her breath came out in rapid little gasps. When he swirled his finger around the center of her pleasure, she let out a soft shriek.

“Isaac!”

He swirled his finger again. “Yes, sweet one?”

“Oh…ohh…”

She was nearly incoherent, and he knew he had achieved what he wanted and that was her pleasure. He would draw every drop of it from her body and only then would he take his.

“Let me pleasure you, Olivia,” he whispered into her ear. “Open up for me, my sweet.”

She nodded into his shoulder as her legs opened more, allowing him more access to her most private places.

Isaac seized that moment by pressing his finger deeper into her and found her hot and wet. He nearly lost his control at that moment, but knew that he had to take it slower for Olivia’s sake.

Slowly, he began to push his finger deeper into her tight channel as his thumb traced circles over the little button that seemed to drive her moans.

“Do you like it, sweet one?” he crooned into her ear. “Do you like what I’m doing to your body?”

She nodded as she let out a long moan. “Isaac…please…”

He knew that she did not know yet what she wanted. He would give it to her, but only after he had given her everything.

“Patience, sweet one,” he chided her. “Let me first show you all the pleasures we can feel just like this.”

He began to stroke her, matching the tempo of his finger to her enthusiastic little moans. She clutched at his shoulders as her hips began to buck from beneath him, desperate for something she could not name.

And he would be the one to give it to her.

She came apart in his hands with a soft scream, her body bowing off the bed as she shattered with the sheer force of pleasure.

Isaac smiled as she looked at him with dazed eyes.

“Sweet one, we are only just beginning,” he told her, pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty temple. “Do you still trust me?”

She nodded breathlessly at him and he smiled at her again.

“Good girl.”

He took his aching length into his hand and positioned himself at her entrance. Watching her come apart had been the most tantalizing thing he had ever witnessed and he was already close to bursting.

“This is going to hurt,” he warned her through gritted teeth. “I wish there was some other way…”

But Olivia smiled up at him, her cheeks flush with the pleasure he had wreaked upon her. “You are so gentle with me…so very gentle…”

He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers and he began to push himself slowly inside her. When she gasped, he paused, giving her time to adjust to his invasion. He felt he would go mad from the sheer pleasure of being inside her and he was not even halfway inside her yet.

Slowly, he pressed deeper into her, stopping when she made the slightest noise, until he came to her barrier.

He looked at her with worry in his eyes. How he wished he could spare her this pain. He never wanted her to experience even the slightest bit of discomfort…