She couldn’t comprehend his question; of course, she wanted him. Winnie had never wanted another person as she wanted Richard, a man she knew nothing about. All she knew was that he was a gentleman, and he had some connection in Parliament. But that was it, yet she felt as if they were two halves of the same soul. It was the strangest thing she’d ever felt.
“Yes.” She pulled him to her, kissing his lips which still glistened with her wetness.
Now she was the wicked one, and she liked it. Liked it very much and wanted to do more wicked things with him. If only they had more time.
“I just have one request,” she whispered, feeling shy again.
“Anything.” He kissed the side of her mouth. It was gentle and sweet unlike everything they had done that night.
“Withdraw.” The simple word meant so much, and yet she knew he understood her. There was a small part of her that worried about this decision she made suddenly.
Panic over losing Brown Manor threatened to consume her, but it did not matter. She wouldn’t think about it right now. Only he mattered, how he treated her, how he had spoken to her like she was an equal and not a hinderance.
Strong arms pulled her closer before he placed another chaste kiss to her lips. “You don’t even have to ask.”
Taking her lips in a slow and steady kiss, no other words were spoken. Winnie’s body was still ablaze from her mind-altering orgasm. His hand traced down her spine, gripping her leg and opening her up to him.
She exhaled a shaky breath, waiting as he lined himself up to her most quivering sex; he was hard and protruding. Winnie could feel the heavy heat of his member kissing her entrance and she wanted him closer; she needed him inside of her. Never in her life had she yearned for another person the way she wanted him in that moment. Her hands traced down his massive back, taking in the sinewy muscles and the hard curves of him. He was potent; the sheer size of him was like nothing she had ever seen before, and he was all hers for one night.
Deepening the kiss, his hands gripped the hair at the nape of her neck. For a moment Winnie feared her mask would come off, but it stayed tied deftly in place. He rolled them over so that she was suddenly on top.
Sitting up, he guided his member to her wet heat, and she trembled in anticipation. Pulling her onto him, he entered slow and steady, aware of his size. Winnie held her breath, clinging to his shoulders, as her body shook from the intrusion.
She cried out, pressing her mouth to his neck, burying her face to fight off the pain.
“Damn it, you’re tight, goddess.” He kissed her from her shoulder to her neck, slowly pulling her deeper onto his hard member.
Winnie felt full, her sex stretching around his enormous cock as he worked her on and off of him. He controlled her body, and she was just a willing participant in this dance of theirs. Soon the discomfort morphed into pleasure, his kisses on her neck loosening her more and more. Taking hold of her hair, he ravished her mouth wildly with abandon.
She opened to him, taking control of their movements, finding a steady pace. Winnie could feel herself going toward the precipice again, and she wanted to feel the sweet bliss one more time before she had to return to reality.
Fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her bottom, and she rejoiced in the roughness of him. Winnie could not help the sounds coming from her own lips; he made her want to scream so that every occupant in the house would hear her.
Grinding his hips into hers, he held her against him, finding a delicious spot that caused Winnie’s body to erupt in pleasure. She went limp, boneless around him, holding for dear life as if she would fade away like a whisper or a dream.
She suddenly found herself flipped onto her back, Richard pounding into her as if he was waiting for her all along to complete first. His greedy mouth found hers again, and she clung to him, grasping his hair, loving the feel of it between her fingers.
“Fuck,” he called out, lifting himself up, dragging her bottom half with him.
The curse word did nothing but add to his character. Before that night, Winnie had never heard a curse word. Everything about him was wicked, and she loved it.
“Tell me your name,” he demanded as he delivered a brutal thrust that had her crying out in ecstasy as her body shook and orgasmed again.
Dear God, what was he doing to her?
She wanted to tell him the name that Kitty had given her, but she could not recall it at that moment. And goodness, she wanted him to know her real name. They would never see each other again after that night, so there was no reason to hide from him.
Her perfect stranger.
“Victoria,” she whispered against his lips as he hovered above her, his body glistening with sweat. It was a semblance of the truth, she was named after her grandmother Winifred and her great grandmother Victoria, whom her mother was also named after.
Gray eyes danced wickedly as if he had won a game of billiards. “Victoria,” he repeated, slanting his mouth over hers, his hand entwining with hers. He lifted their combined hands over her head as he continued to thrust wildly inside of her.
Each powerful move of his hips sent sparks of lightning spinning through her.
“Richard, please.” She begged for him to allow her one more orgasm. She could feel it in her toes.
“I want you to come around my cock one more time, Victoria.” Her name on his lips sounded heavenly.
