Dree turned back to Rae. “We accept. I mean, I’ll ask her”—she made air quotes when she said the wordask—”but I’m accepting right now on her behalf whether she likes it or not. A Ray of Light sounds likeexactlywhat theybothneed.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Steel Walls and Diamond Windows
Dree
After supper, they meandered through the house to a library without helping wash the dishes or anything, and they sat and talked among the books for a while. When Dree yawned for the second time, Rae showed them back to the guest suite, where their luggage that had been at the Four Seasons was waiting for them.
Dree dug into her suitcase. “Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was going to have to brush my teeth with my finger until we got back to Mona—wah!”
Maxence had swept her feet out from under her and tossed her onto the bed. The mattress bent toward him as he clambered on after her.
She bounced, whisper-shouting, “Jeez! No, Max!They will hear us!”
“I can guarantee they won’t,” he whispered back, nuzzling her ear. “Wulf mentioned to me that their master suite and nursery are in another wing of the house. This compound is around half the size of the Prince’s Palace, you realize, which is essentially an apartment building with office and conference space. They have a large live-in staff, including a significant number of on-premises security people.”
Dree looked at the walls as if she could tell how thick they were by just glancing at them. “You’re sure?”
Maxence grinned. “Considering that Wulfram designed and built this manor house himself, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was classified as a nuclear blast shelter with Corinthian columns out front. There is a non-zero chance that these walls are eight inches of steel with a thin coating of plaster over them.”
Dree pointed. “And the window?”
“A foot and a half of pure diamond.”
Dree cracked up. “Okay, okay, I get your point. The walls are probably thick enough if we’re quiet.”
Maxence dipped his head and ran his lips up the side of her neck, whispering in her ear, “As always, that’s up to you.”
But it wasn’t up to her.
Maxence teased her with deep, hot kisses and firm caresses to her ass and breasts until she was panting. He stripped off her clothes, then his, and then he got rougher.
Caresses turned into pinches, grips with his fingers became tighter, and strokes with his tongue turned into nips and then bites. The coarse hair on his legs and bunny trail rasped against her smooth skin.
In the throes of passion, she craved the intensity and couldn’t distinguish pain from pleasure.
He stood on his knees, hauled her ankles over his shoulders, and shoved inside her. She was so wet that he slid in up to the hilt, his body rough against hers as he held her hips and pressed deep inside her.
Dree arched, lifting her back off the bed, too, and screamed behind her tightly closed lips as his body filled her, pressing her open as he sheathed her body onto him. When he fucked her hard like that, his cock rubbed her all the way, from the rim to the farthest depths of her channel, like her whole body had turned inside out. His penetration hit every nerve in her body, a friction that forced her to the edge and over with just a few breaths.
When her back bowed farther and the throbbing ran up her spine and ballooned in her head, Maxence dropped her hips and legs and followed her down, scrambling on his hands and knees to thrust into her harder.
The orgasm roared through her, a torrent that blinded and deafened her. Maxence pervaded her, filling her body and mind and soul as he dug into the mattress with his knees, trapping her in his arms, and ground into her.
She was clinging to him, crying.
She was digging into him, dying.
Her hands clenched as her body spasmed, and her nails ripped into his skin.
Maxence curled his back, pressing harder against her fingernails, and his body shuddered in hers.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The Country Girl
Dree
