He bloody well lovedher.
He kissed the creamy swell of her breast. “You are so damned beautiful.”
And he was fast losing control. He needed to feel her. To be inside her.
But you are in a damned carriage, and this is your wedding day.
Yes, he was a beast. A wicked sinner. Now that he had her where he wanted her, how was he to stop? The answer was clear. He could not.
His hand fisted in her gray wool skirts, lifting them. Zachary’s palm grazed over the feminine curve of a stocking-clad calf. Over her drawers, past the bony prominence of her knee.Christ, even her knees drove him mad. He vowed to kiss them when they were in a bed and he had time and opportunity to properly worship her. He flicked his tongue over an engorged nipple as his hand coasted over the swell of her hip. Her legs parted for him, and she shifted, bringing her bottom against his hard cock without the obstruction of hertournure.
Fuck.
He was going to come in his trousers if he was not careful. That was how desperately he wanted her.
He licked circles around her nipples, torturing them both. She responded by arching her back and tugging on his hair, urging him on. Perversely, the more she wanted him, the slower he wished to proceed, drawing out each sensation to the most exquisite zenith.
His fingers unerringly discovered the slit in her drawers. Dipped inside and found the heart of her. She was hot and sleek. And wet.
He swirled a light touch over her clitoris, painting it with her dew, as he rubbed his cheek along her breast. “This gorgeous cunny of yours is dripping wet, love. Tell me you don’t belong here with me. Tell me you don’t want this.”
Perhaps he was being unfair. She was writhing in his arms now, a flush on her cheeks. With all the restraint he possessed, he toyed with her, keeping his touch between her legs soft and slow. Bringing her to the edge and yet denying her the release she so plainly wanted.
“I…” She arched against his hand, seeking more. “You know I cannot.”
“Why?” He slid his finger down her crease, lightly strumming over her entrance. “Tell me why you can’t.”
“Oh.” The word left her as a moan.
He blew on her nipple.
“Anglesey,” she said.
“Zachary.” He sucked. “Call me Zachary and I’ll give you want you want.”
What she wanted was to come. He knew it. She knew it. The musky scent of her desire filled the carriage, joined by the wet sounds of his fingers working on her needy flesh.
She bit her lip, continuing to deny him.
“Stubborn wife,” he murmured, drawing light circles over her cunny, avoiding her pearl altogether. “Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need. An even exchange.”
“It will hardly be even,” she gritted, rocking against him. “Please.”
He wanted to do wicked, filthy, wild things with her. To fuck her a thousand different ways. To bury his cock so deep inside her she would never forget the feeling of him, filling and stretching her, bringing her to release. To drive from her mind all remnants of Arthur Penhurst, and to chase from her heart any lingering love she harbored for the undeserving arsehole.
Zachary had never been so driven to completely possess a woman in his life. The intensity of his desire for Izzy almost frightened him. He never would have supposed that falling in love would make carnal pleasure so much more intense.
But it did.
“My name on your lips,” he said, fluttering his fingers over her pulsing cunny while simultaneously using his thumb to stimulate her clitoris. “That is the price I demand for making you come.”
She gasped, hips tipping upward, her body acknowledging what the rest of her would not. “You are being vulgar.”
“I am being honest.” He removed his hand from beneath her skirts, showing her the wetness of her desire on his fingers. “One of us must be,cariad. Look at how much you want me. You are panting for me now. Admit it. You want me.”
She remained silent, clearly locked in a furious battle with herself.
Holding her gaze, he licked her juices from his hand, and God, she tasted sweet. He could not wait to lick her again. “I can taste how much you need me. How desperate your sweet cunny is for me. You want me inside you, don’t you? You want me to fuck you.”
