Chasity Bowlin

“Just as Emme neared the main staircase, as she could see the intricate carving of the banisters, a noise from behind her made her thundering heart skip. She froze mid stride and peered over her shoulder at the growing triangle of light emerging from the doorway of the billiard room. Tension coiled in her stomach, and her breath seized in her lungs. Someone was coming, and her wits fled her entirely.”
― Chasity Bowlin, The Haunting of a Duke

“and hot inside her and instinctively, she knew that there was much more. Rhys held his weight on his forearms, his forehead pressed against hers as he waited for her to relax and to ease his passage. He eased in further, relishing the feel of her sheath clenching around him. He moved his hips in a series of light, gentle thrusts, creating a delicious friction that had her lifting her hips toward him, her legs coming up to wrap about his hips. She melted around him, and each thrust went slightly deeper, until he could feel the barrier of her innocence. He whispered an apology against her cheek and then took her lips in a fierce kiss as he thrust deeply, breaching her maidenhead. He wanted to lose himself inside her, to thrust into her moist heat again and again,”
― Chasity Bowlin, The Haunting of a Duke