The hard, thick weight of him inside of her satisfied Pippa’s hunger for him only for a moment. They needed to make up for nine years of separation.
Her ravenous sex clenched around him, demanding more as he lifted one of her hands up to grip the bedpost. “Hold on, Kitten.” The whispered demand against her lips had her body shivering in need.
Strong hands gripped around her waist, guiding her on and off his hard cock in a torturous movement. It wasn’t enough; she needed more. She needed him to make her forget the years they had been apart. Pippa vowed to never again allow others to come between them.
Angling himself back, Chauncey hit a sweet spot deep inside her that had her nails scratching the bedpost. “Chauncey, please!” She begged for more, and like a dutiful husband, he granted her request.
Her other hand gripped the post as her husband set a grueling pace, thrusting in and out of her. With each motion, her body sang with pleasure, nipples hardening to stiff peaks.
With her heart and soul open, Pippa could no longer deny that she wanted to spend the rest of their lives like they were in that very moment. Raw and filled with pleasure.
Taking her nipple into his mouth, he sucked and teased, his wicked tongue teasing it like it was his favorite treat. Her needy sex clenched around his demanding flesh; she was so close to what she craved most.
Release.
Pippa couldn’t think of anything but being his, the way it always should have been. She couldn’t leave his side in a year, not after learning the truth about Maggie and his father. Not now that he had singlehandedly absorbed all her anger from the past nine years. Pippa was always supposed to be Chauncey’s duchess as he was always meant to be her husband.
Her grip on the bedpost was near painful as her legs tightened around his waist.
“Dammit, Kitten,” he groaned against her skin, his speed taking on an unnatural pace.
Pippa’s body shook, her toes curling as her body chased her relief. Her husband’s sinful tongue licked a path from her breast to her neck.
“Yes!” She gripped his hair, pulling him closer, her body’s movements matching his pace. She was so close.
Time disappeared. Nothing mattered but being in his arms.
The hand that was not gripping her waist entwined their fingers together, connecting them as if they were tied together again, as he pounded in and out of her quivering sex.
His head pressed against hers, his mouth inches away from hers. “I wish we were still handfasted,” he whispered. “I would bind us together for as long as it takes for you to know that I’ve always cared for you.” His hips swerved, sending a delicious spark of ecstasy through her sensitive body. “Do you hear me?” He ceased all movement, demanding she look into the deep brown eyes that she had loved since she was a girl. “It wasn’t true. You meant everything to me then and you mean everything to me now … forever.”
Pippa tried to move, but his hold on her waist prevented her from finding her release. His words penetrated her lust-filled mind, reaching the far corners of her heart that had sealed itself shut for nine years. “Y-yes, I understand. Please, St. Clara, for the love of God, move.” She swiveled her own hips, chasing the orgasm that was just out of her reach.
Chuckling darkly, he took her lips in a deep kiss as he pulled all the way out, the fat head of his cock sitting at her entrance. A whimper left her lips, but she didn’t care. She needed her husband, only him.
He thrusted in, hitting a spot deep inside of her that had her eyes closing in pleasure before he pulled back out. She quivered in his grasp as he dragged himself in again and again.
“There? Is that what you want, Kitten?” he asked, sliding out of her before slamming his hips to hers.
“Yes, right there!” she cried, her head falling against the bedpost. “Oh God, more, more.” The words were like a prayer that only he could answer, her husband, her Chauncey.
Her body stiffened, euphoria suddenly running rampant through her like an overflowing cauldron. She couldn’t stop the pulsing that ripped through her sex as Chauncey’s movements stuttered before he snapped his hips to hers, his body shaking with the weight of his own release.
She pulled him to her in a slow, greedy kiss.
His arms hugged her to him, their mouths never parting. She could feel how much she meant to him with every kiss and caress.
This was who they were, Chauncey and Pippa, and she would never let anything separate them again.
Never.
CHAPTER 21
Dear Kitten,
This was a particularly difficult week for me as some of the boys here felt it necessary to remind me that my mother is a whore, and my sister a bastard. I had thought the scandal would eventually quiet, but there is no escaping my family’s shame. I fear it shall follow me forever.
Yours,
