Page 4 of Worst Duke Ever (Everly Sisters #1)

Chapter 4

“T hat’s right, Seraphina.” Sebastian leaned further down in his chair, giving her more room to move. His fingers worked on the buttons of his breeches, and he was sure that she heard the rustling of fabric.

With a secure grip on her, he moved her over his cock, trusting that the friction from the fabric of his smallclothes would give her the pleasure she would soon be chasing.

A few more rolls of his hips and her head lolled back on closed eyes.

“Know me. Like me. Marry me,” she panted, leaning forward to match her lips to his ear. Her breasts pressed against him. “That’s the deal.” Her suffocated hiss whispered into his ear.

“That’s right, darling.” He thrust slowly against her core. “I agree.”

He had lost his mind sometime between when she walked in and when she straddled his lap. The second their hands had touched on the glassware, a spark had embedded itself in his skin. That was nothing compared to the onslaught of emotions rampaging his body when he lifted her to his lap.

Not just drowning in the breadth of her beauty, he was overwrought by the depths of her courage. This was a woman not to be trifled with. And didn’t want to trifle with her. Whatever the opposite of trifling was, that was what he wanted.

With her atop him, he was inclined to agree to anything she requested. Maybe her light would shine on him. He wanted to slap himself for even thinking that, but this moment was about her and her pleasure, so he ignored the cords tying themselves around his heart.

“Oh my stars,” Seraphina gasped, placing her forehead against his. It was damp with sweat. Her breath mixed with his while her lips were less than an inch away. It wasn’t a kiss. It was words. But it felt like kissing words. “I want to know more.” In her request, her lips grazed his, rendering him powerless.

He slipped his hand between them and pulled his cock free to slide between her warm, wet folds.

Her gasp sucked the soul from his body and her nails bit into his shoulders. Those sounds and the whimper that came next nearly fell him.

No woman had ever been this responsive to him before. They hadn’t even kissed. Hadn’t hardly touched, and she wanted him. Her arms cradled the sides of his head, crushing his face to her breasts.

Her core rubbed along his length as her entire body shook with pleasure. A moan caught in her throat and he wanted to pull it out with his tongue.

“Is there…is there more?” she said on a hum.

Angling his face up, he answered, “If I move inside of you, Seraphina, I’m marrying you.”

“Yes. Sebastian. That’s what I want.”

“There’s no going back, Seraphina.”

“It’s what I want. Do it.”

His hand slipped around the base of his cock, found her entrance and then impaled her.

“Ah!” Her scream rattled him to his core and sunk deep into his being. Never in his life had he had a woman so in tune with him and his body. He fit into her like she was home. As if she would be the one to give him the family he so desperately craved, mourned, and rejected.

She pulsated around him while he took every last vibration, committing it to memory.

And then her tone turned soft. “Mmm…Sebastian.” Her moans blanketed over him while she clenched around his cock, soaking him.

He was done for. Whatever restraint or resolve he had employed up until this point shattered. She was his.