The Duke Effect (The Rogue Files #7) - Sophie Jordan Page 0,76

leverage. “Oh, you feel so big inside me.”

“You’re made for me,” he countered, his lips husking against her throat, biting down on her tender skin, sending a fresh rush of moisture between her legs.

“You feel that? You’re ready for me.”

Her hands slid down his back, finding and gripping his buttocks.

She felt her inner muscles flex and that astonished her. She could control that.

She clenched, deliberately tightening, reveling in his deep groan.

“Oh, you’re milking my cock, Nora, please, tell me I can—”

She worked her hips, tilting her pelvis under him, taking him deeper with a small cry, desperate for pressure on the growing ache.

Her fingers dug into the tight swells of buttocks, urging him to—

With a growl of defeat, he pulled out and thrust then, driving into her. The friction sent sparks through her and she lifted her hips for him, greedy for more.

“You brilliant lass. You feel amazing.”

Another thrust.

She arched, crying out, reveling in the thousand pinpricks of sensation bursting throughout her.

“Harder,” she begged. Her hands tightened, reveling in how his buttocks flexed as he pumped over her, answering her plea, increasing his tempo and lifting one of her thighs, draping her leg around his waist and changing the angle of penetration, bringing himself deeper inside her.

She wept, tears rolling down her cheeks at the fullness of him sliding in and out of her. His mouth claimed hers, drinking in her cries. He kissed her senseless, his tongue sweeping against hers, arousing her on a new level, sending another rush of moisture to her sex where his cock worked in and out of her.

“How do you feel this good?”

Groaning, he continued thrusting between her trembling thighs, shoving her higher on the bed with each plunge inside her.

Her nails dug into him, hanging on for dear life.

A sob broke, twisting and turning into a keening cry. His hand came over her mouth, muffling the sound.

It was astonishing. She didn’t know it could be like this. She didn’t know her body could feel these things, that her heart . . .

“Go ahead. Scream into my hand,” he encouraged.

She writhed under him, her body out of control, without grace or rhythm now.

He drove into her again and she broke, exploding in a violent burst. Her tears streamed down her cheeks. “Constantine,” she cried into his palm and went limp, quivering in the aftermath.

He didn’t stop though.

He continued riding her, pumping relentlessly.

His hands clenched around her hips, hauling her in for his plunging cock. “Almost there,” he panted.

She gasped, feeling the slow stir again, the build of sensation. “Oh, oh, oh.”

He was unrelenting, driving into her ruthlessly.

“I can’t . . . not again.” Her head rolled side to side on the bed.

His thrusts came faster, harder, pushing her again to the edge of release.

She clutched at him, her hands clawing, moving up his back. He launched her over the edge again. Unbelievably. Incredibly.

He plowed her body like a man, no, a beast, released from his cage after years of captivity, all savage intensity. As though his life depended on reaching his climax.

A few more strokes and he stilled, arching his throat and tossing back his head with a groan as he broke and spilled inside her.

Her breasts rose and fell in heavy pants.

He lowered his gaze back down to her and she knew she looked astonished, ravaged.

Wrecked.

Because that was how she felt.

She couldn’t steady her breathing. Not yet. She pushed back loose tendrils of hair from her face and stared up at him, fighting to regain her breath. “Oh . . . my.”

“Oh my, indeed.” He rolled off her and fell on his back beside her, flinging his arm over his face.

She turned her face to the side to study him, taking comfort in the fact that he was breathless, too. She supposed that meant he felt as shattered as she did.

She smiled, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. That felt . . . clingy. Like someone who needed emotional reassurance following physical intimacy. That wasn’t her. She frowned, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.

It couldn’t be her.

Silence descended. She held still, wondering, waiting as the seconds ticked. How long would they stay like this? How long would he remain here? In her room? In her bed?

It couldn’t be much longer. They didn’t have that luxury.

“Well,” he pronounced, lifting his arm from his face. “It is clear what must be done now.”

Chapter 26

Nora took a moment, rolling his words around in her mind, turning them over curiously