For a moment, she stilled, simply holding his aching cock in her tight grip. So tight, he feared he would spend in her hand. His rod twitched and his ballocks pulsed. The familiar build of tension began, a knot being drawn, gathering in his cock. Licking up his spine.
That would not do. He wanted to be inside her. At least for a few thrusts. For as long as he could last. Wanted her every way he could have her.
Ah, yes.
The idea was a seed, taking hold and growing root. It would not be denied. He wanted to be deeper than he had ever been before.
He kissed her as the last ripples of her pinnacle shuddered through her, sinking his fingers to the hilt, stretching and pleasuring her even after the height of her crisis had eased. Until she was shuddering and writhing beneath him, kissing him as if she wanted to consume him.
Yes, my love. Come undone for me. Be wild for me. If this is to be our last, or one of our last, let us make it eclipse all the suffering which shall inevitably follow.
“Oh, Hudson.” She tore her lips from his, gasping as another sudden spasm of pleasure went through her, her grip on his cockstand going slack.
It didn’t matter.Bliss.That was what this was.
God, he loved this woman. This wonderful, loyal, intelligent, fearless woman. This brilliant woman who was perfecting a damned electrical frying pan, of all things. Who had stood by his side in a bloodied room and believed in him. Who was fighting for him still. He would show her in deed if not with words.
He withdrew from her at last, bringing his dripping fingers to his lips and sucking them dry. The taste of her flooded his mouth, sweet and musky and honeyed. Light was seeping in around the curtains now, beginning to bathe the chamber in an eerie glow. The reminder that their time was finite was unwanted.
But at least she was more than shadows now. She was peach and pink perfection, full curves and breasts tipped with hard little buds. He lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, unable to resist.
Another moan fled her. He sucked the other into his mouth as well, then lashed it with his tongue. Gently, he bit the underside of the generous swell. Perfect everywhere—perfect for him. How well they fit together, as if they had been fashioned for each other. As if they had been preordained.
Hudson did not believe such foolishness.
At least, he did not think he had before. But mayhap he did now.
Elysande had changed him in so many ways.
He caressed the bend of her waist, then sucked her other nipple one more time. “On your belly, love.”
Her confusion was evident in her expression, limitedly lit by the rising sun’s sly intrusion. Her brow was furrowed. Christ, she was adorable.
“My belly?” she asked hesitantly.
How innocent she was, still. The dichotomy was erotic as hell, this delectable wife of his who had sucked his cock and yet did not understand lovemaking could take all manner of forms.
He gave her waist a gentle squeeze. “Yes. Roll over, my love.”
“But…how?”
Grinning, he kissed her furrowed brow. “Curious darling. You shall see.”
As was always the case with Elysande when she was deep in thought, he could practically see her mind working, like the cogs of a well-oiled machine. He kissed the downy-soft skin above her madly beating heart as she hesitated, proclaiming it his.
“Are you certain?” she asked.
He would have laughed were his cock not so painfully hard. “Certain. I promise all shall be explained.”
“Perhaps I should have read some of Izzy’s naughty books after all,” she mused, startling him.
He bit his lip to suppress a chuckle for fear he would hurt her feelings. “Naughty books?”
“Bawdy stories,” she elaborated. “Quite forbidden and difficult to acquire. Mama and Papa are very eccentric, as you know, but even Izzy’s books were forbidden to us. A subscription is required.”
Blast.Discussion of her unconventional family was not particularly what he had in mind. Although he did indeed wonder how her younger sister managed to obtain a subscription to a private bawdy journal. That was a worry for another day, should he be so fortunate tohaveanother day of freedom. No time for extraneous thoughts or worries, however. As the sun rose, their time together waned, and he was not yet finished with his wife.
He rolled his hips, his aching cock prodding her belly. “If you do not mind, I would prefer not to think of your mother, father, and sister just now.”
