{Warning: Explicit scene ahead}
The Duke assured, kissing her softly on her lips. He got her out of her dress and her undergarment and led her naked figure towards the bed.
He let her fall freely on the bed as he hovered over her.
"Spread your legs."
He whispered to her, and she did, watching as he settled between them.
"Hold onto me."
Ember clutched at his shoulders as he pressed more into her, lowering himself to her until she felt his tip nudge into her opening. Her tiny moan fills the room.
"Clutch as hard as you want."
Then, he ripped through her, thrusting in slowly.
Ember yelped subtly, gripping onto the Duke's shoulders and digging her nails into him.
"Goodness, wait. It hurts."
Dallas halted.
"It's only for a moment. I need to go all the way in."
"I-I need a moment."
Ember breathed out a sigh before nodding Dallas's permission to proceed.
He continues sliding, watching as Ember grimaces in pain.
"Do you think I should stop?"
Dallas suggested, but Ember immediately shook her head.
"Are you all the way in yet?"
"Yes, but I have to move."
The instant Ember nods her approval, the Duke starts moving slowly.
On the first three thrusts, Ember had a wince of pain, but on the fourth, the pain was replaced by something else. Something more heavenly. She couldn't believe what she had felt as pain at first could be easily transformed into something pleasurable and heavenly.
Her lips parted, but moans didn't escape them. She couldn't explain in words how she felt with the Duke's slow thrust.
When she finally moaned, it came out more like a groan, and she could have worried that it was unladylike, but the Duke was thrusting into her, giving her the best feeling ever; that was the least of her concerns.
The Duke moaned as he continued thrusting, fisting the pillow below Ember's head.
He couldn't say he had much experience. However, he'd had enough to feel tortured by the slow pace at which he was moving inside Ember.
He simply held back. He wanted to move faster. No, he wanted to shatter the frame of the bed with his wicked pounds.
But, Ember was inexperienced. He had to be gentle. Even if it tortured him. Even if it made him grunt in frustration.
Ember caught his grunt and frowned in worry.
"What is it? Are you not enjoying it?"
"No. No. I-I have to move fast, Ember. This is killing me."
He gritted out.
"Then, you should. Do to me as you please."
Ember gave the demand, and the Duke followed it willingly, increasing his pace. They moaned loudly in unison, and the Duke captured their moans into his mouth, kissing her passionately while he thrust.
"God! Please…!"
Ember yelped into his mouth.
The Duke caught her lower lip between his teeth, and she didn't realize that he bit her until she tasted the metallic taste of blood on her tongue.
The Duke broke the kiss, darted his tongue out, and licked the blood off her lips as he continued thrusting.
She hadn't seen this gesture as something to be frowned upon. She had instead seen it as something sexy.
Maybe it was the way he licked her lips and then used his tongue to trail her scar. Or maybe it was how he had said, "You taste so good, my beloved."
However, she did have a tiny frown on her face when he bit himself, drawing blood on his index finger and nudging it to her lips while still thrusting.
It should be a move he was perfect with. It was way too perfect to be his first.
"Suck."
It was probably the thrusts of the Duke and how it drove her mad. It was how his thrusts knocked her into a new level of heaven because she insanely took his fingers in her mouth and sucked his blood off it as he had instructed.
She caught a glimpse of blood on his tongue when she did.
He pressed his lips against hers, opening her jaw and pouring something into her mouth.
It was her blood. It was the blood he had licked off her lips earlier. He had kept it in his mouth.
She would have frowned at him and probably spat the metallic taste out, but she was already on edge. She was reaching her climax, and she had no strength for that.
"Swallow it."
She swallowed, watching the corner of his lips curve into a smirk.
What was it about that delighted him so?
She was going to ask him later. But first, she had to—
"Oh God!"
Then, she poured out, her release coating him.
A few thrusts later, Dallas released into her, pulled out slowly, and collapsed beside her.
He smirked as he stared at the ceiling. However, the just-concluded sex wasn't the reason behind his smirk. It had something to do with the blood sharing during the sex and the meaning behind it.