The Duke's Unwanted Second Wife

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Eilika’s entire body shuddered, a long wave of pleasure washing through her as she lay breathless against the sheets.

Damian sat back on his knees between her legs, a satisfied smirk resting on his lips as he deliberately brought his fingers to his mouth.

”That was intense,” he stated softly.

”My body...” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, unable to pull her gaze away from him.

”This is how true pleasure feels,” Damian murmured, leaning forward until he hovered directly over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light of the room.

He looked deep into her eyes, his tone shifting into something steady and earnest. ”I believe you are ready for me, but if you do not wish to proceed any further, you only have to say so.”

”No, do not stop,” Eilika whispered, her fingers trailing up his arms to rest against his broad shoulders. ”I want you. I have longed for this for so very long. I am ready.”

Damian pressed a tender kiss to the inside of her wrist before pulling back just far enough to shed his trousers and the remainder of his clothes. As he stood completely bare before her, Eilika’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening as they remained fixed on his full length.

”It is... so large,” she mumbled, heat rising anew to her cheeks as she took him in.

”There is no turning back, Eilika, once I begin,” Damian warned as he hovered above her, his gaze locked onto hers.

”I... I know,” she whispered, her hesitation melting into resolve.

Reaching up, she clasped the back of his neck and pulled him down to meet her, sealing their lips together as he finally sank between her thighs.

Eilika brought her fingers to her mouth, biting down lightly on her index finger as the sudden, overwhelming sensation filled her.

Pain mixed with an exquisite heat, locking every muscle in her frame rigid against the mattress.

It was her first time, a moment she had anticipated through months of uncertainty, and the reality of his weight upon her made her heart race wildly.

Damian froze instantly, his broad chest rising and falling against hers as he held himself steady.

He cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb gently smoothing over her flushed skin to draw her attention away from the discomfort.

”Breathe, Eilika,” he murmured. He remained still, allowing her body to adjust to his presence, waiting patiently until the tension in her hips began to soften beneath him.

He pushed into her slowly. She cried out as she felt the thick length of him stretch her open, her nails digging hard into the skin of his back.

”Shall I pull out?” he asked.

”No,” Eilika said, looking straight into his eyes. ”Don’t stop.”

He kissed her as he slid the rest of the way in, filling her completely. When he was seated to the hilt he paused, then drew back a fraction.

”I’ll move now, Eilika.”

She hummed in answer, biting down on her lower lip hard enough that she nearly drew blood. Noticing that, Damian captured her lips for a kiss while moving in and out of her slowly.

She moaned against his mouth as her body adjusted to her length. This feeling was something she couldn’t explain in the words but she felt immense pleasure. And the lovely words he kept channeling to her while kissing her, made it even more intense.

In the next moment, He shifted his weight and caught her left thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he lifted it higher.

”Eilika, you’re taking me so well,” Damian said, and bent to press his mouth to the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

”Ahh... Ngh.... Mmph...”

A stream of broken sounds left her mouth while her hands twisted tight in the sheets. Her whole body rocked with each thrust.

”It’s happening again, Damian,” she gasped, feeling the knots forming in her stomach.

”Then, let it happen,” Damian told her. He thrust a bit harder, making her reach the climax.

Her entire body convulsed as released once again. As her breathing turned steady, she smiled and said, ”You can pull out.”

Damian did so, but he flipped her over onto the mattress, pressing her chest and stomach flat against the bed.

”I’m not finished yet, darling,” he whispered into her ear from behind, his breath warm against her skin.

”What?” Eilika turned her head slightly to look back, but the question was cut off as he leaned over and claimed her lips, forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue inside.

While holding her pinned, his fingers worked deftly at the remaining ties of her gown. When a stubborn knot refused to yield, he yanked the fine fabric until it tore down the seam with a sharp rip.

Eilika’s eyes widened in surprise.

She tried to push herself up and pull away from his grip, but he held her firmly against the bedding.

Trapping her beneath his weight, his hand slid under the torn silk to cups and firmly knead one of her exposed breasts, his mouth never breaking the aggressive, relentless kiss.

Only when they ran out of breath did he pull back, though he gave her no chance to recover. He pressed his lips to her exposed shoulders and trailed a path of wet kisses down the dip of her spine, biting and pulling at the sensitive skin until her gasps turned into his name.

He lifted her hips, sinking her knees deeper into the feather mattress, and guided himself into her from behind. Unlike before, her body yielded easily to his invasion, molding to him as he set a driving pace.

The angle was entirely foreign to her. In the quiet solitude of her quarters, she had never imagined such a position could exist, save for a scandalous, smuggled manuscript a companion had once slipped into her hands as a joke. Now, the vivid lines of that forbidden page were fully realized in the heavy heat of the bedchamber.

”Damian, please...” she gasped.

”Please, what?” he murmured against her skin.

”Don’t tease me,” she breathed, turning her head back toward him.

He answered by driving fully into her with a sudden, forceful thrust that shattered whatever composure she had left.

Damian leaned down close, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

”How long? Why is it taking you so long?” Eilika gasped.

”I don’t know,” he murmured, nipping at the sensitive curve of her neck. ”Are you reaching your climax again? Surrender to it completely.”

He pinched her hardened nipples before rolling her onto her side, settling close behind her. Grasping her upper leg, he pulled her thigh over his hip to open her up, thrusting into her from the side in a tight, deep angle.

A loud moan tore from her throat. The position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, causing her internal muscles to pulse and contract tightly around him.

”You’re clenching so tightly,” he rasped, his own breath growing heavy as he neared his finish. ”Does it feel good? You’re completely slick around me.”

”Do not speak so indecently,” Eilika gasped out.

”Why not? I may speak as I wish with my wife,” Damian murmured, nuzzling the warm skin of her neck.

Before she could reply, a knock echoed from the chamber door.

”Your Grace,” a maidservant called from the corridor. ”Lunch meal is served in the dining hall.”

”Tell her we are occupied,” Damian murmured against her skin, unbothered.

”We shall take our meal later. We are busy at the moment,” Eilika called out, her voice straining just as Damian drove deeply into her.

A sharp cry escaped her lips, but she slammed her palm over her mouth to muffle the sound.

Outside, the servant paused. ”Your Grace? Are you alright?”

”Y-yes,” Eilika managed to call back, her voice trembling as she pressed her face into the palm. Once the footfalls outside faded, Damian leaned over her.

”Remove your hand,” he commanded, his breath ragged as he reached the edge of his own peak. ”I want to look at you.”

Eilika pulled her palm away and turned her head back toward him.

”Lovely,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers as he drove into her one final time.

The movement carried them both over the threshold, her body shuddering in a final release as he spilled into her.

”I love you, Eilika. I love you so much,” Damian whispered, kissing her once more before finally withdrawing.

They slowly broke the kiss, breathing heavily in the quiet room. Without a word, he gathered her into his arms, lifting her from the disheveled bedding to carry her toward the adjoining bathroom.

Once the wooden tub was filled with steaming water, Eilika rested her head against his bare chest, while Damian spread his arms along the wide rim of the basin.

”Did you like it?” Eilika asked softly, looking up at him. ”Our first time together?”

”Of course.” Damian leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her damp shoulder. ”I wished to continue, but I restrained myself knowing it was your first time. Did you enjoy it?”

”Yes,” Eilika replied, turning her face toward him. ”It was a wonderful experience.”

Damian reached out, resting his palm at the nape of her neck as he leaned down to press a warm kiss to the center of her forehead. ”It was indeed.”