Page 70 of Her Heartless Duke

Burst into millions of fractals of light.

And through it all, he drankallof her. He was insatiable, but then so was she.

When she finally opened her eyes, quivering, her entire body a mass of need and want and sheer, unadulterated pleasure, he rose over her and discarded his trousers as well.

He pressed soft kisses against the side of her neck, his hand spanning her breast as her chest heaved.

“Olivia,” he rasped against her skin. “I need you… I’ve needed you so much this past week.”

The plea in his words was like a call to her heart. She could not refuse him.Would notrefuse him.

How could she?

She sighed as she reached for that part of him that was wholly, undoubtedly masculine, drawing an agonized gasp from him.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked him, eyes wide.

“No.” The word came out like a strangled laugh. “On the contrary, sweet one, it pleases me so much.”

Buoyed by his praise, she began to stroke him even more boldly. She ran her hands from the base to the tip, her excitement in pleasuring him causing her to squeeze his rigid flesh just the slightest bit.

She was rewarded by the sound of male pleasure rumbling from his chest. Olivia decided that she enjoyed the act of pleasuring him just as much as he did to her.

She began to stroke him more eagerly and to her delight, he began to thrust into her hands, groaning as he did.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he rasped. “And I could not possibly choose a better way to die.”

Olivia shook her head. “Let us not speak of death here.”

“You are right. This is the very essence of living itself.”

His lips drowned out whatever reply she might have thought of, their tongues twining around each other as she began to pump his member more eagerly.

“Sweet one, I need to be inside you,” he groaned. “Please, Olivia…”

Something in that sincere plea touched a chord within her and she opened her legs for him, guiding him to sink into her wet warmth. They sighed together as he plunged deep into her.

Unlike before, there was little pain, although she still felt the pressure of his massive girth as he pressed into her. There was also a sort of pleasure in it that she reveled in and she began to move her hips impatiently, which drew a chuckle from him.

“Are we getting a little greedy now, hmm?” he teased her.

He pulled himself all the way out before sinking into her in one smooth stroke.

“Oh my…!” she gasped. “Oh… that felt absolutely…”

She trailed off, at a loss for words as he repeated that same motion, threatening to set her entire being aflame as he did so.

He began to thrust into her in long, slow strokes, drawing out her pleasure until she was once again writhing beneath him, his name falling from her lips like blessed rain upon the parched earth.

Isaac. Isaac. Isaac.

As she called out to him, half-mad with the pleasure he was bringing her, he began to move faster within her, his thrusts becoming an almost frenzied staccato that drove her to the edge of her sanity.

Olivia could feel herself approaching that peak that had now become familiar to her, but every time she felt as if she would hurtle from it, he would slow down his pace, change his angle, and proceed to torment her once more.

“Please!” she finally begged him. “Please, Isaac!”

“Please what, sweet Olivia?”