Page 87 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke

The pleasure was devastating, consuming. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worked her into a frenzy. His tongue taking her to edges she had never been to. She felt the heat pool in her belly, growing sharper with each moment.

And when he pushed her over the edge, her cry was loud and unrestrained, filling the quiet of the room.

Theo kissed her inner thigh once more, then her hip, then her stomach, making his way back to her lips.

"You're trembling," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.

"I never imagined it could feel like that," she confessed. "Like losing myself."

"You don't lose yourself with me," he said, kissing her tenderly. "You find yourself."

"And I want to do that, in every way possible," she told him, and her words spoke of more unspoken words.

Immediately, he understood.

"Are you sure?" he asked, voice soft, and a bit nervous. He wanted to be sure that whatever happened that night was what she wanted. He never wanted to break something so beautiful like her.

"More than anything." She squeezed his shoulders tightly.

Then he kissed her once again, his lips pressing against hers hard and yet so tender.

He positioned himself between her legs, his hands circling around her till his palms grabbed her ass.

In response, her fingers dug into his shoulders, wanting to hold him tight as she gave herself to him.

Giving her some time to brace herself, he moved slowly before pressing forward and pushing himself inside her.

Cecilia's grip tightened around him. She fought back her cry, but she didn't resist. Yes, there was pain, sharp and brief, butit faded as quickly as it came, swallowed by the fullness of him inside her.

Theo stayed still for a moment inside her, his breathing heavy.

"I won't move until you tell me to," he said, voice ragged.

Cecilia lifted her hips and whispered, "Now."

He obeyed.

His rhythm started slow, careful, but it built with every breath, every whisper of her name. He kissed her as he moved, their bodies pressed against each other in an impossibly tender manner.

Each thrust inside her drove her closer to that range again, her nails digging into his skin, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

She didn't want to let go. Not ever.

"Cecilia." He responded to her, saying her name like a prayer. Over and over again.

"Theo…" She said his like it was salvation. "You can go faster now."

And then he obeyed once again, picking up his speed as he slammed into her, biting her ear lobe softly. Their breathing became ragged, the sweat of their bodies mixing together.

When they both finally shattered, she hugged him tightly, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming relief of finally, finally belonging.

In response, Theo's arms enveloped her like something precious.

After a long silence, he whispered, "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she murmured against his neck. "You gave me something I've never had. You gave me freedom."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Then I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel caged again."