She had never been kissed like this, never experienced anything so decadent in all her life. The sweep of his tongue as it glided against hers, the feeling so exquisite that she could feel her core pulsing with need. The way he bit at her lips, his hand cupping her face to keep her exactly where he wanted her. She couldn’t move left nor right; all she could do was feel, and she felt everything.
Releasing her, he knelt, taking the edge of her chemise, without breaking their kiss. Cool air tickled her calves. Winnie was bare under her chemise. She hadn’t bothered with any drawers; at the time her only thought was to be bedded. It was silly now that she thought about it, but it was that idea, that desperation of wanting to keep Brown Manor that brought her there into the arms of a god of a man.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled the thin fabric over her head, throwing it aside with such force that she could see the coils in his muscled arm. Clear gray eyes peered down at her, and for the first time in her life, Winnie felt seen. No one had ever seen her before, not just naked as the day she was born. No one had really seen who she was on the inside, but he did. She could feel it deep down in her soul and in her very heart.
“I should write a law forbidding you to ever be seen naked by anyone but me. I’ll pass it in Parliament and curse everyone to hell if they disobey me.”
Her legs quivered at his passionate words before she was lifted off the ground, his mouth crashing to hers.
Her legs wrapped around his waist trying to ensure that she would not fall. His grip was firm on her backside, squeezing and kneading. Time stood still as he laid her on the bed; the weight of his heavy body on hers, securing her in place, was blissful. She wrapped her arms around his massive form wanting him to put his full weight on her to cement them together forever.
Her perfect stranger.
Fevered ardent kisses trailed down her neck to her breasts. His hot, wet mouth engulfed a needy nipple, sucking hard. Her back arched, wanting more of him as her core ached and throbbed. Winnie had never felt anything so exquisite in her life.
“Richard,” she cried out in ecstasy, her entire body shaking in need.
He kissed a trail to her other breast, his hands cupping the abandoned one, pinching and teasing her sensitive peak.
“That’s it. I want to hear you. I want everyone in this fucking house to know it is me making you scream in pleasure.” Hot kisses trail down her body, his tongue laving at her navel before he buried his nose in the light-blonde curls of her sex.
“What are you doing?” Winnie asked in shock. She had heard of such things, of course, but never had she imagined it would happen to her.
Sitting back on his knees, he looked at her like he was a lion, and she the prey. “I’m going to lick this pretty little quim.”
His words shocked her, and she could do nothing but stare at him entranced as he spread her legs wide. She couldn’t focus on anything, not even the sound of her pounding heart or the tremble in her limbs. There was nothing but him.
Winnie watched as he bent down, his strong shoulders on display.Dear God, he was massive.The first kiss to her sex sent sparks searing through her down to her needy core. Her body jolted at the intimate caress.
Lying back against the array of pillows, she tried to relax as his wicked tongue lapped at her most intimate lips. The sounds filling the large bed chamber made her blush as he grunted and hummed as if he was enjoying the best meal of his life. Winnie could not help but cry out in pure pleasure. It was heaven.
Her body suddenly felt limp as he moaned and groaned obscenely. Her legs were hoisted over his massive shoulders, pushing them back so that she was nearly bent in two.
This was really happening.
Winnie’s hands gripped at his dark-blonde hair, pulling painfully as her toes flexed; her breath came out in heavy pants. Her chest was filled with the sweetest of pressure like she was going to burst. It was too much, and yet she wanted more. Her stomach coiled so tight that she just knew she was going to burst into flames. Winnie welcomed it, wanted it badly. As he devoured her, she could feel herself chasing a forbidden peak. It was just out of her reach, and she squeezed her thighs tight, pulling him by his head and guiding him to where she wanted him.
It was the most wicked thing she had ever done, but Winnie couldn’t stop herself even if she tried.
“Oh God, yes!” she shouted out, her entire body scorching hot.
The mask was a hinderance, and Winnie needed to be free of its confines. The urge to remove it was overwhelming, but she knew showing her face would ruin her for good. Everything would be lost, but dear God, she wanted him to see her to know who was really behind the mask. He was everything, and Winnie would only have him for a night.
His tongue captured the bundle of nerves of her sex, torturing her as his big hand caressed one of her breasts. Sensation after sensation ran through her, her legs quivering from being hoisted. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
He pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers as his tongue entered her. Stars erupted, her eyes squeezing shut, as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. She cried out as he sucked on her nub again, her body quaking with the force of her pleasures.
Standing, he made quick work of removing his breeches. A whimper left her at the sight of his long, thick member. It stood at attention, and Winnie could not help the whimper that left her lips.
She had only seen a man’s member one other time in her life—her failed wedding night—and it was nothing compared to this.
Joining her back on the bed, Richard ripped his mask off, revealing the rest of his handsome features to her. Winnie gasped, shocked at how absolutely beautiful he was. A strong angular jaw, full lips, and defined cheekbones made Richard the perfect example of a handsome gentleman.
“I want you to see me. To know that if you ever wish to reveal yourself to me that you’ll know exactly who I am.”
She cupped his cheek, feeling light stubble against her palm. “Richard, you’re beautiful.” It was like he had been carved by God himself.
A chuckle escaped him. “You’re the beautiful one, my goddess.” He kissed her slow and deep, stealing her breath away. “Do you want me?” he asked her, taking his hard member and coating himself in her wetness.
