Page 36 of Rescued By the Icy Duke

Ester shook her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “No, don’t stop,” she panted. “I just… need a moment.” She tightened her grip on him, her body trembling as she willed herself to relax, to open for him. The discomfort slowly began to ease, replaced by a growing sense of fullness, of pleasure building deep inside her.

“Deeper, Julian… I want to feel you deeper,” she breathed.

With a low groan, Julian pressed further into her, moving slowly, his arms embracing her body as he filled her completely. “You feel… incredible,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with restraint. “Am I hurting you?”

Ester shook her head, breathless. “No… no, it’s perfect. Don’t stop, please…”

Julian’s control shattered with her words. He began to move again, slow but deliberate, his hips rolling into hers as he rubbed her slick heat with his thumb, drawing small, sensual circles thatmade her cry out. The discomfort was gone now, replaced by a mounting pleasure that built with every thrust, every touch.

Then, with a soft growl, Julian shifted. He pulled back from the wall, his hands gripping her tightly as he turned, his back pressing against the cool stone. Slowly, he slid down, sitting back against the wall.

Ester’s breath came in shallow, heated gasps as she sank fully onto Julian, her body trembling from the sheer intensity of the sensation. Straddling him, her legs splayed wide over his strong thighs, she could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her completely. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts brushing against his as she adjusted to the delicious fullness. Julian’s hands gripped her hips firmly, steadying her, guiding her as she began to move.

“God, Ester… you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice thick with raw desire. His hands slid up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, his fingertips digging into her skin possessively.

Ester moaned, her hands resting on his chest for support as she tilted her hips, rolling them in slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp. Sweat beaded on her skin, glistening in the dim light. She leaned back further, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her spine in wild waves as her body arched toward him. Julian pressed forward, his lips finding the soft skin of her flushed and heaving breasts, sucking gently before biting down just enough to make her gasp. He kissed his way up her chest, his mouth hot and hungry, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he devoured her. She felt his lips at her throat, his teethgrazing her skin as his hands slid down her back, guiding her up and down his length in sensual motions. Julian groaned beneath her, his eyes locked on the sight of her body undulating over his, his skin slick with sweat, glowing in the low light.

“Julian… I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice breaking with the intensity of the sensation building inside her. She could feel the slick heat of her own arousal, the sound of their bodies moving together filling the air, the raw, primal connection between them making her dizzy with need.

Julian’s grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal force. His voice was thick with need as he whispered in her ear, “You’re mine, Ester. Every inch of you… And I’ll worship you until my final breath.”

His voice, deep with possessive hunger, sent her spiraling. She gasped, nails raking across his skin. Pleasure built swiftly, like fire in her veins. Then, it overtook her—sharp, deep, overwhelming. She cried out, his name tumbling from her lips as the waves of her release surged, one after another, exquisite and unrelenting. Her body trembled, utterly surrendered to the pleasure that shattered her, leaving her breathless and undone in his arms.

Ester watched the soft swaying motion of the oak branches visible from where she lay. She was naked except for a pair of white, silk stockings. Her bare skin was protected from the barefloorboards of the old house by Julian’s coat. She lay with her head on his chest and one leg arched over his. Julian lay on his back with one arm around Ester’s shoulders, softly caressing her. She ran one hand up and down his naked torso, feeling the dampness from the sweat that had coated him in his exertions. The air was as close about them as a blanket. Her eyelids drooped drowsily.

“I wish we could stay here in this moment forever,” she whispered.

“As do I,” Julian replied, sounding sleepy.

“How long do you think we have been here?” she asked.

“About two or three hours I would say. I think I slept for a while though I was determined that I did not want to miss a single moment of you.”

Ester chuckled. “I wanted to sleep. I have never felt so comfortable. So safe. But I stopped myself. I think I did, at least. I didn’t want to miss a moment of you either.”

“Are we wicked, do you think?” Julian grinned boyishly.

“Undoubtedly. I don’t think there are many respectable people who would consider what we did as in any way proper behavior.”

“I have known you for three days but I feel as though you have been in my life forever,” Julian replied, “you have bewitched me.”

“Hmm. Do you still believe I am cursed to die?”

“We shall see. I do not want you to go. If anything is still to happen to you, then I want to keep you close,” Julian muttered.

“And not because you believe I have stolen from you?” Ester asked.

“No,” Julian replied firmly, “I know that you have not stolen from me. I believe it was Kingsley. I should like to call him out for the insult.”

“Do not,” Ester said, running a soothing hand along his iron-hard chest, “please.”

“He attempted to… to ravish you and then ruin your family,” Julian protested.

“And there may be worse that he has kept back. I do not want to antagonize him. Please, for my family,” Ester implored.

She lifted her head to look Julian in the eye. He looked unhappy, but eventually nodded.

“Very well. I shall say nothing until I have proof. But he will have not a penny of your money.” Then, his eyes flashed with something. After some time, he spoke again, “You said earlier that you were promised to someone?”