As he carried her up a set of servant’s stairs hidden behind the walls, she grabbed his face and kissed his mouth, breathing him in, reveling in the anticipation of what came next. She was exactly where she should be—wrapped in his arms, about to make love with him. She made quick work of his cravat and tossed it aside as they stepped inside a large room lit only by a low fire, sumptuously bedecked in dark, rich hues of saffron and mahogany. A massive four-poster bed stood in the middle.
His bedroom.
He deposited her on the plush, downy surface and stepped back, making short work of his clothing while she propped herself on her elbows and watched. With each article discarded her desire notched higher—waistcoat, boots, shirt, and trousers last, peeling them down those thick, rock-hard thighs of his.
Of course, his thighs weren’t the only rock-hard part of his body.
A wave of raw lust channeled through her, and she was acting before she could think. She pushed forward, coming to her hands and knees, moving to the edge of the bed, reaching for his hips with one hand and for his manhood with the other, her fingers wrapping around his thick and, yes,hardlength.
“Amelia, I…” he began and couldn’t finish as she tugged him forward. Her gaze lifted and met his. His eyes had gone opaque, the pupils pushing his irises into silvery rings.
“’TisIwho shall be ravishingyoutonight, Your Grace.”
Her gaze holding his, her tongue stretched forward and stroked up the length of him. A long, animal groan poured from his parted mouth, and his head arced back. He tasted of salt and the musk specific to him. Again, she licked him. Again, he groaned.
Driven by instinct, she took him into her mouth, or as much as possible. There was just so much of him. His fingers wove through her hair, and his hips gave a shallow thrust. Gratification streaked through her at this giving of pleasure. How unexpected that it would make her body hum with wanting, too, but—oh—how her sex ached forthisto be inside her as she stroked him with her mouth, his slick length sliding in and out. She’d never felt so empty in her life, so aching to be filled. She groaned from the denial, but it was the denial that stoked this desire into a lust like none she’d yet experienced.
She sucked him in deeper, and his hand began guiding her head. This give and take of control between them was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Only with him was she able to climb out of her mind and center her entire being in what was happening between her and another.
“Amelia,” he muttered as if in pain, so great was his pleasure. “You must stop.”
Her tongue swirled around the head of his manhood, and another groan poured from him. “Must I?”
He released her hair and reached beneath her chin. “Imust stop,” he said, and pulled away from her mouth, slowly, inch by inch. Oh, so many inches.
She rose to her knees, so they now faced each other. Dark intention in his eyes, he said, “Lie on your back.”
Pure, animal lust shivered through her as she did as she was told. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, his hard manhood so slick against her quim she couldn’t help squirming, leaving her legs no direction but up his body, a foot to either side of his head. He angled his face and kissed her instep as his hands tightened on her hips and he plunged inside her with a long, deep, possessive stroke. Oh, how he filled her. Desperate fingers clutched at the covers above her head, and she moaned. He stretched her to the point of pain, yet she angled her hips to receive more of him.
“You have the most perfect legs,” he murmured against her ankle.
Nearly mindless, she squirmed against him, bringing him deeper, driven by a need that was now clawing at her. A need only he could satisfy. He met her gaze, and the playfulness fell away. He understood what her body craved as he began to drive into her with deliberation and intention, stoking this flame inside her higher and hotter.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, the feeling catching her in its grip, winding her tighter, making her wild for him, her legs now wrapped around his waist, demanding more, demanding she give herself over to—tohim. “Likethat.”
Of a sudden, all the world went dark and all its elements condensed where his sex met hers, provoking her to new heights of sensation. She met his gaze and, more profoundly, met connection there. All she felt, he felt, too. Not just the physical, but the spiritual, too. To the core of their souls.
One, then another stroke of his slick, long manhood, and she broke, all the light in the universe shot through her, sending stars through her veins, as her quim pulsed its climax around him.
“Amelia,” he shouted, before pouring his release into her, his hands controlling the movement of her hips, the muscles of his chest and stomach contracting with the effort.
It was the most erotic view of Amelia’s life.
Herview.
Hers.
That was who this man was.
Hers.
She wasn’t sure who had claimed who, but the end result was the same: they belonged to each other.
He gathered her into his arms, remaining as one with her as they floated within the ether of satiety together. What they two shared…it was only for them. She never wanted to leave this place that only they knew. The rest of the world, with its demands and expectations, held no meaning in comparison.
And to think she’d convinced herself they did. To think she’d almost thrown allthisaway on a stubborn idea that held no true substance. The feel of this man in her arms… the weight of him pressed against her…the beat of their hearts one…
It was all that would ever matter.
