Page 28 of Prelude of Love (Harmony of Hearts #6)

Chapter Eighteen

CHANCE

Being sandwiched between Duke and Early was a pleasure so complete that it rewrote my understanding of sex.

Never had I craved submission. I usually dominated my partners without question, but something about Duke’s iron grip on my hips, his commanding voice, and him calling me “Princess” made me want to yield everything to him.

The rhythm consumed me. Thrusting into Early’s tight heat and then pushing back against Duke’s thick length inside me created an endless cycle of bliss. Each stroke fired lightning through my nerves, making me gasp and shiver.

Early gazed up with hungry adoration, getting hard again as I pounded into him with growing intensity.

Duke’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Jerk him off. ”

My rebellious nature flared hot. “Don’t tell me to do something I already planned to do.” Despite my defiance, his command sparked an undeniable desire to obey, to please him, to earn his approval, and to prove myself worthy of his attention.

I wrapped my fingers around Early’s renewed erection, stroking him to the relentless rhythm of Duke’s hips drilling me from behind. Early arched his back with needy gasps, bucking into my grip.

Pleasure flooded every cell in my body. Duke fucked me harder for my compliance, making me cry out as I rutted against him like an animal in heat. The dual sensation of filling Early while Duke filled me created an overload I couldn’t process.

Duke guided my movements with powerful hands, fingers digging into my skin.

I silently begged for bruises that would linger, physical proof of his claim on me.

As he drilled into me, my balls tightened with anticipation.

I fought to delay my orgasm, wanting to live forever in the moment of perfect connection.

But the pleasure grew too intense, threatening to sweep me away.

Early pulled me down to him, our mouths crashing together in a savage kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance as we devoured each other.

Right as I approached the point of no return, Duke slowed. His thrusts became deliberate and teasing, denying me the release my body screamed for.

“Let me come,” I snarled, lust igniting my temper .

He responded with a devious chuckle. “You’re not ready yet. You come when I say you do.”

Anger surged through me. When I tried to control the pace, he eased back even more, transforming hard, fast strokes into slow, torturous glides. Each movement teased rather than satisfied. When my frustration peaked, he’d speed up until I gasped for air, only to deny me at the critical moment.

My hand lost its rhythm on Early’s cock as Duke’s manipulation shattered my focus. Trapped between pleasure and denial, my body built toward climax only to be thwarted cruelly again and again. My defenses crumbled further.

Pride dissolved into desperation. “Please,” I groaned, trembling uncontrollably. “Please let me come.”

“Take pity on him,” Early urged his husband.

Duke merely laughed, continuing his masterful torture. His confidence wasn’t misplaced. I had become putty in his hands, responding to every touch, beyond caring about anything except the release he withheld. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

Everything inside me was primed and ready to detonate.

Each pump of Duke’s hips pushed me higher, awakening cravings I never knew existed.

His slow, deep penetration tortured me exquisitely, stretching my pleasure to the breaking point.

I teetered on the edge, certain another denial would shatter me .

The friction bordered on unbearable. When he increased his pace again, I lost myself completely, forgetting to stroke Early as the sensations consumed me. Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, flesh meeting flesh in a primal beat that matched my racing heart.

The contrast between hard, pounding thrusts and slow, gentle strokes created a tension I could barely endure.

As Duke continued his deliberate pace, something profound opened within me.

A connection deeper than physical pleasure, as if he accessed parts of me no one had ever reached.

My body stretched to its absolute limit as he split me open with his girthy length.

Without warning, Duke exploded into frenzied power. He pounded me with renewed intensity, the primal slap of skin against skin making me impossibly harder as I fucked Early to the rhythm Duke dictated with each powerful thrust.

Lust consumed me like wildfire, burning through every nerve ending. I gasped for breath as he continued his relentless assault, pushing me toward something transformative.

I whined low in my throat. “Shit, I can’t take much more.”

“If you want to come, make Duchess do it first,” Duke commanded, slowing again to prolong my sweet agony. “I can keep going like this all night, Princess.”

With monumental effort, I refocused on Early’s pleasure, jerking him with desperate determination. My hips slammed into him frantically while Duke mirrored the action behind me.

“So fucking good,” Early moaned, his body rocking hard from our combined movements. When I thought my heart might burst, he arched with a sharp cry, hot cum spilling across his stomach. The sight of his release flooded me with excitement, but Duke’s iron grip held me back from following.

Early locked eyes with his husband over my shoulder. “That was good enough that our Princess deserves a reward, hon.”

Duke answered with actions, not words, slamming into me with such force I forgot how to breathe.

The intensity drove me forward onto my hands, my body trembling as he claimed me.

My vision blurred, and my muscles tensed as his thrusts intensified to a point where I wasn’t sure I’d survive the onslaught of ecstasy.

Finally, mercifully, he granted release. “Come for me, Princess.”

Those words unlocked everything inside me. My orgasm erupted with volcanic force, leaving me gasping and shuddering as I came harder than ever before. The pleasure consumed me, obliterating thought and reason.

As I soared through the bliss high, Duke gentled his movements, hands stroking my back while I trembled through the aftershocks. Early watched with warm affection as I unraveled.

Total satisfaction washed through me, my body limp and sated. But the peace proved fleeting.

“Don’t think it stops here, though,” Duke murmured against my ear.

I cried out when Duke pulled out without warning, leaving me achingly empty. He drew me backward, forcing me to withdraw from Early, who groaned at the loss. After so much stimulation, the sudden stillness and emptiness left me disoriented.

After removing my condom and tossing it aside, Duke traced featherlight fingers over my spent cock, which twitched with interest despite having just erupted.

His amused chuckle gave me a new kind of pleasure.

“Look at you, already trying to rise to the challenge again, even as tender and sore as my dick made your ass. What a great benefit to your youth.”

I burned with desperate urges I barely understood.

Something primal called me to be crushed under Duke’s massive form, to feel him overwhelm and dwarf me completely.

I craved his weight pressing down, his muscles flexing as he dominated me with each breathtaking thrust that left me utterly helpless.

“Keep going,” Early encouraged, his eyes bright with mischievous interest, his stomach still covered with cum.

Nothing in my experience had prepared me for how Duke flipped me onto my back with effortless strength, making desire burn through me like wildfire. The casual control he exerted over my body awakened a primitive need to submit to him that contradicted everything I thought I knew about myself.

My cock twitched against my stomach as I processed how small and vulnerable I was under his massive frame.

Standing six feet tall, I rarely felt delicate, but Duke’s strength made me acutely aware of our size difference.

His muscles served a purpose beyond aesthetics, representing functional power wielded with precision.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The way he tossed me around sparked an intoxicating blend of arousal and awe. Sex had always placed me in control, calling the shots and setting the pace. But Duke’s physicality triggered an addictive hunger to yield to him completely.

My skin burned where his hands had gripped me. I hoped for visible marks tomorrow that would serve as proof of his thorough claiming. The thought alone made me leak precum onto my stomach, betraying how desperately I craved his dominance.

I looked up at him with new understanding, seeing beyond his gruff exterior to the masculine power underneath. My usual wit abandoned me. For once, words failed me, leaving only pure sensation and need in the wake of his effortless dominance.

The mattress shifted as Early moved closer, but I remained transfixed by Duke. My chest heaved with each breath while I processed this unfamiliar dynamic. Submission had never appealed to me before, but something about Duke’s strength urged me to surrender everything to him.

Duke spread my legs wider, creating an obscene display as he knelt between them like a conqueror claiming his prize. Vulnerability overwhelmed me as I lay open and exposed, completely at his mercy.

I trembled when Duke lifted one of my legs higher, his powerful hands holding me in place as he positioned himself between my thighs.

His touch combined gentleness with unwavering firmness, sending excitement coursing through me.

Despite feeling unusually small beneath him, I knew with absolute certainty I belonged under him.

Early soothed me with gentle touches and soft murmurs of encouragement. His comforting presence balanced Duke’s intensity.