CHAPTER 18
I tightened my grip on his shoulders, letting my nails press into the firm muscle there — a wordless affirmation — that I was fully present, that I was his, just as much as he was mine. His pace grew faster, more deliberate, each deep thrust sending waves of pure pleasure up my spine.
He slid his free hand up my thigh, then to my hip, then farther, until his fingertips pressed against the sensitive bud that made my body tremble. His circles were firm, purposeful, adding just the right pressure to make me spiral toward that moment of release.
I tasted his name on my lips, a shaky chant — “Duke… Duke…”— a confession made to him and to myself. The lounge fell away, the outside world fading into oblivion, until there was only us, connected by something elemental — something wild
