“Different,” she said breathlessly. “Wicked.”
“Very wicked,” he agreed, pleased beyond measure. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She made a frustrated mewl. “Please, Zachary.”
Taking pity on both of them, he removed her hand and then he covered her quim with his mouth instead. As he sucked her pearl, he thrust a finger inside her to the knuckle. Then added a second. She tipped her hips up to greet him, taking him deeper. He worked in and out of her, starting a rhythm that was fast and firm, showing her no mercy as he alternated between hard sucks and nips of his teeth, then the lash of his tongue.
On a ragged cry, she stiffened and twisted beneath him as another orgasm rocked through her. He was relentless, staying with her, sucking her throbbing clitoris and crooking his fingers inside her until her crisis ebbed and she relaxed, limp and sated on the bed.
He took a moment to catch his breath and regain a modicum of control. Every time he made love with Izzy was like a first. He had known others before her, had lived the unabashed life of a rakehell, and yet the sheer intensity of their soul-deep connection and the magnitude of his feelings for her left him humbled and shaken. He had never expected to feel this strongly for another. Had not imagined it possible.
He settled himself between her thighs and lowered his body to hers, on fire with need. He leveraged himself on one arm and suckled her breasts as he gripped his cock, running the tip between her slick folds and coating himself with her dew. She came to life again, wrapping her legs around his hips and locking him in place.
This was what heaven must feel like, this closeness, on the edge of bliss, the woman he loved beneath him, skin pressed to skin. He did not imagine Elysium could be any better than Izzy wrapped around him, her body sweetly welcoming his. He kissed every bit of her he could find. The curve of her breast, the slope of her shoulder, the delicate protrusion of her breastbone, the pink and new, healing flesh of her scar, her throat where her pulse beat with excited haste. Higher, finding her ear, her temple, her cheek.
“Cariad,” he murmured, feeling reverent. “You are so beautiful. I can scarcely believe you are my wife.”
Kiss, kiss, kissalong her cheek, to the corner of her lips. And then a deeper kiss as he took her mouth, feeding her the taste of her desire on his tongue. Clutching him to her, she moaned and pumped her hips, spurring him on. How he loved her. God, how he did. Just when he thought it impossible to love her more, another day passed, and his feelings for her grew deeper, more profound. He was damned lucky to have found her as he had, a stroke of fortune that had at first seemed most inauspicious.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered. “Come in, my love.”
My love.
The words resonated, and he was aflame.Hell, he was a goddamn blaze. She may have said them in a fit of passion. They could have been meaningless. He would fret over the meaning later. For now, he had to have her.
He guided his cock to her cunny and thrust. They sighed together at the rightness of it, her wrapped around him, hot and wet, him filling her, stretching her to accommodate his length.Perfection.They began a rhythm together that quickly turned frantic, their lips meeting in an unending kiss. He lost himself, everything a mad rush of sensation, her hard nipples abrading his chest, her tongue sliding wetly against his, her soft cries filling his ears, the constriction of her cunny on his cock as she took him deeper still…
Their previous couplings had been gentle and tender. But now, she was no longer the inexperienced virgin, and her wound was well-healed. He needed her hard and fast, and he sensed she needed him the same way. Breaking the kiss, he rocked back on his knees and withdrew from her completely, breathless and hard as hell.
“Zachary?” Her perplexed frown made his heart clench in his chest. “What is amiss?”
“Nothing,” he bit out. “There is a way for me to increase the pleasure for both of us.”
Without waiting for her response, he guided first her right leg, so that her calf was flat against his chest, her ankle over his shoulder, and then the left in the same position. Without needing to grasp his cock, he thrust, and sank inside her once more.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“Oh,” he repeated, grinning as he lowered himself, folding her in half as he thrust again. “Fuck, you feel good. Better than good.” He withdrew almost completely, then pumped his hips, driving deep once more. “Perfect. My God,cariad. I never imagined it could be like this.”
“Nor I,” she murmured, then released a breathy little moan that had him moving faster and harder, the need to move and fuck finally taking over all else.
Holding her gaze, he worked himself in and out of her cunny’s delicious heat. He could sense she was on the edge of spending again, so he shifted, until his angle meant that with each thrust, he was grinding on her stiff clitoris. She moved with him, seeking, fingernails raking up and down his back. He hoped she was leaving her marks. He wanted to wear the evidence of her abandon on his skin. Wanted to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until they were both mindless and spent, collapsing to the bed. To bed her into next century.
It would not be enough.
Nothing ever would.
But he was bloody well going to try.
One more thrust, and she tightened on him, the tremors of her release gripping him with such force, she nearly pushed his cock from her cunny. She cried out wildly, almost a scream. The sort that would undoubtedly alarm the servants. But to the devil with it. He was proud of that cry, of her sensual abandon. Of the pleasure they found together.
He pressed closer, thrust faster, hips pumping in shallow, fast drives. Sliding through her slickness. Damn, he was coming undone. Almost at the point of…
“Izzy,” he cried out her name, throwing his head back, as he rocked into her, his cock so deep, her cunny gripping him like a glove.
He spent. Filled her with his seed. Felt the hot spurt of it leaving him, then surrounding his cock as he continued to thrust, draining the last of himself inside her. When at last he was spent, his throbbing cock lodged inside her, his heart thundering wildly in his chest, he held himself still, leaving their bodies joined, savoring the closeness.
Hoping their coupling had meant as much to her as it had to him.
