Dark Duke by Sabrina York Page B

scene!”
    She grinned. “I read ahead.” Then, proving this assertion,
she took him in her mouth again and stroked insanity on him with one hand while
with the other, she toyed with his hole. The barrage of sensation nearly did
him in. Somehow he managed to hold off. Though he was on the knife’s edge.
    He wanted, rather desperately, to come.
    But he didn’t want to come.
    He wanted—
    “Kaitlin. Sweetheart. I need to be in you.”
    “In a minute.”
    He didn’t have a minute.
    She did something with her tongue that made his eyes cross,
then opened her mouth and took him in—all the way. Her throat worked him,
rubbed him.
    He made the mistake of looking down. The vision of Kaitlin,
sweet Kaitlin, on her knees before him, her mouth stretched wide over his
member, nothing visible but the very root, sent a snarl of something hot and
white burning through him. At that moment, she slipped her finger past the
tight ring of his anus—and he lost himself.
    He came. It was glorious. Spectacular. Mindless and manic.
Wave after wave of sweet release swept through him. Delight skated up his
spine. Back down again. It nested in his soul.
    Her throat tightened as she swallowed his seed, sending more
tremors through him. She milked him. She milked him dry.
    Her sucking sounds, twining with his groans of ecstasy,
danced around them.
    When she finally let him go, he was boneless. He flopped
down on her bed and she crawled up beside him.
    “Did I do that right?”
    “Dear God.” He pulled her closer and kissed her, tasting
himself on her lips. “That was…” God. There were no words. No words at all. He
tucked her head against his chest and just held her. After an eternity he said,
“I wanted to make love to you.”
    She laughed softly at his sulky tone. “But I liked that.
After I read that part of the story, I really wanted to try it.”
    He grunted and tightened his arms. “Making love would have
been nicer.”
    He fancied she snorted at that, so he leaned back to look at
her face. “You don’t think making love would have been nicer?”
    She shrugged and nestled against him. “Maybe it’s nice for
men. It’s not all that nice for women.”
    “It’s not?” That was news to him.
    She laced her fingers over his chest and propped her chin
upon them, gazing at him. “It’s quite painful,” she whispered conspiratorially.
“I liked what we did this morning much better.”
    He tried not to gape. Really he did. “How, uh, how many men
have you been with?”
    She quirked a brow, as though she were thinking about it. He
didn’t like that she had to think about it. He knew he wasn’t her first,
but no man wanted to follow a legion. “Does this count?”
    “Aside from this.” He toyed with a skein of her hair. “How
many?”
    “Oh, just the one.”
    Relief gushed through him. He hadn’t realized the answer
would matter quite so much. Not until he heard that answer. One. Just
one. “He was probably doing it wrong.”
    A funny look washed across her face. “Doing it wrong? Is
there a wrong way?”
    “If your partner doesn’t like it, then yes, you’re doing it
wrong. I should be happy to show you the errors of his ways.”
    She stared at him for a long moment. “Are you saying it
doesn’t have to…hurt?”
    “Darling, I’m saying it shouldn’t hurt.” He corrected
himself. “It shouldn’t hurt like that. There are times when…other kinds of pain
can be quite…exciting.”
    She nodded sagely. “Like when Asha got her spanking.”
    Something very feral whipped through his gut. “Yes.” His
voice broke on the word. “Very much like that. But when a man makes love to a
woman, it should not be painful.”
    She snorted again, this time very clearly.
    “What?”
    She waved at his groin. “You are far too large for it not to
be at least a bit painful.”
    He preened. Just a little. “Why thank you. But the trick is
in making sure a woman’s body is prepared for a large cock.”
    She shuddered at