My First Real Ecstasy: Surrendering to the Grand Duke
The garden air was thick, late afternoon sun warming my skin. Eudes held my hands, eyes locked on mine. My heart hammered like a war drum. I’d kissed BohĂ©mond a hundred times, but this felt different. Deeper. His breath quickened mine. ‘May I?’ he whispered. I nodded, throat dry, pulse racing in my ears. No turning back. Fear twisted with a wild hunger I’d never known. He pulled me close in the bosquet shadows. Lips crashed. Heat exploded low in my belly.
His mouth trailed my neck. I shivered, knees weak. Fingers tugged my corset. Breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the breeze. He devoured them, tongue flicking, sucking. Gasps escaped me. ‘Eudes…’ Wetness pooled between my thighs. Shame? No, just raw need. He swept me up, secret passage to his chamber. Carried like prey. Door shut. Bed swallowed us. Clothes vanished. Naked, vulnerable. My skin burned under his gaze. Heart thundered. What was this fire?
The Nervous Approach
He knelt between my legs. Nose in my curls. Then—oh God—his tongue found my slit. Licked slow, circled that hidden pearl. Shock hit first. No one had dared. Fingers clenched sheets. Pleasure stabbed sharp, building fast. Hips bucked. ‘What… oh!’ Waves crashed. I’d touched myself, felt flickers with BohĂ©mond. This? A storm. Body arched, exploded. First real climax ripped me apart. Stars burst. I screamed, shattered.
The Explosive Instant
Panting, I stared. ‘That… was…’ He smiled, kissed my thigh. Curiosity burned hotter. I grabbed his cock—thick, veined, beautiful. Lips wrapped it. Sucked eager, tongue swirling. Tasted salt, power. His groans fueled me. Better than practice on BohĂ©mond. Pushed him back, mounted the edge. He entered slow. Stretched me full. ‘Too good!’ Thrusts deep, rhythmic. Nails dug his arms. Legs locked his waist. Breasts bounced to his mouth. Climbed again, fiercer. Exploded together. Fireworks in veins.
Collapsed, sweat-slick. Innocence gone. BohĂ©mond’s flames now embers. Eudes’ blaze remade me. Heart slowed, but thrill lingered. Woman now, not girl. Craved more. ‘Teach me the lake’s length,’ I murmured. He laughed. Night blurred into endless firsts. Body sang. Soul awakened. No regrets. Only hunger for tomorrow.
