“Closer, darling,” he urged, his voice low and laden with the promise of something wicked.
His hands on her hips pulled her backward, closer to his waiting mouth.
“Now bend forward and spread your legs a bit wider.”
She did, her hands planted on the bedclothes, his cock straining toward her, glistening with a mixture of her own saliva and him. Cool air swept over her hot flesh as she exposed herself to Trevor, and then he brought her to his lips, and he gave her a kiss, open mouthed and lusty, directly on her cunny.
A sigh fled her lips as he licked into her, and she remained there for a moment, loving the newness of the angle, the vulnerability inherent in it. His tongue sank deep, gliding in and out of her wetness, and he moaned, his grip on her sliding to the cheeks of her bottom, his fingers digging into her flesh with just the right amount of delicious pressure.
His cock hardened as she watched, the act of pleasuring her having an effect upon him that finally urged her into motion. She gripped his cock and took him in her mouth, one deep plunge that brought the head of him into her throat. He fucked her harder with his tongue and rubbed his face against her sensitive folds, his whiskers abrading her in a way that sent acute sparks of bliss shivering through her.
Concentrating on her task grew more difficult when he sucked on her pearl and his fingers sank inside her. First one, then another. Slow, decadent thrusts that matched the draw of his lips on her bud. Little pinpricks of light edged her vision as she moaned around his cock, taking him farther down her throat.
“Yes, my love,” he growled his approval into her aching quim. “Take more of me. Faster, harder. Whatever you like. Just take me.”
Take him.
Oh, she liked that. Liked the notion of making him hers in every way. Claiming him. Loving him.Yes.
She did as he asked, devoting herself to making him come undone, her breathing ragged, her moans in time to the thrust of his fingers and the sinful lash of his tongue. The pleasure built until it was excruciating, until it overtook her entire being, and she quaked and cried out, riding his face and fingers as the frenzy of her release washed over her. But he remained with her, holding her tight, keeping her spread over him, his lips and tongue and teeth working another series of spasms from her as his fingers fucked her so deep she was nearly delirious with it. Drunk on him and the pleasure he gave her.
“Ah, God. V, I need to be inside you when I come.”
His low words reached her dimly, through the mists of lust which had fogged her mind. His cock had nearly slipped free of her lips as she had surrendered to the orgasms rocking through her, but she reapplied herself now, taking him down her throat and sucking hard one last time before releasing him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and then his capable hands were on her, helping to rearrange her so that she was astride him. “Ride me, love.”
He gripped his straining cock and guided himself effortlessly inside her. She was incredibly wet after all Trevor’s delicious ministrations, the glide of him slick and easy. He filled her to the hilt, the new angle bringing him deep. She was already sensitive, and she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to splinter apart again as she began moving, finding a rhythm that had them both groaning and breathless. He caught one of her nipples in his wicked mouth and sucked, and she rode him relentlessly faster and harder, seeking the next release.
When it claimed her, she tightened on his cock so hard that she nearly forced him from her cunny. He gripped her hips, bringing her back down on him, pumping into her again and again until his body stiffened. Another thrust, and he found his own pinnacle, the warmth of his seed filling her. And it was good, so good. She collapsed atop him, heart galloping in her breast, her breathing as ragged as if she had run up and down the grand staircase of Hunt House at least half a dozen times.
Utterly spent, she laid her head on his chest, his hammering heart keeping rhythm to her own against her ear. He pulled the counterpane around them, cocooning them in warmth, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
“I love you,” he murmured. “Never doubt that.”
And she knew then that she never could.
“I love you, too,” she returned, feeling suddenly tired after the upheaval of the ball, the late hour, and all their lovemaking.
Exhausted but sated in the best possible way. She fell asleep in her husband’s embrace to the certain knowledge that whatever confronted them in the unknown future, they would face it together. No one and nothing could tear them apart.
CHAPTER20
Trevor led Logan Sutton and Archer Tierney to a table at The Velvet Slipper. The club was still and quiet around them, for it was closed this morning, no other patrons about. All the better for privacy and a frank discussion. After the evening he’d had with his wife, Trevor had arrived late to the requested meeting destination, finding Sutton and Tierney finishing an interview with Theodosia Woodward, the club’s proprietress.
Since he had married Virtue, he had not stepped foot inside these walls save to speak with Theodosia to inquire about any potential problems at the club which could have provoked the attacks on him. She had known of none, leaving the mystery of who had wanted him dead and why yet unsolved.
And now that he was a happily married man, the club no longer held the allure it once had to the reckless youth he’d been. He was selling it to Theodosia, the contract being drawn up by his man of business, along with the purchase of Greycote Abbey from its new owner at a much higher price, a separate matter he hoped to surprise his wife with soon.
Much had changed for him over the last few months, and before that as well. He’d left his spying days entirely behind him, become a duke, gained a ward, and now had a wife he loved more than life itself. Life, he’d discovered, could be an unexpected whirlwind of the very best sort.
“Would you care for a drink?” he asked his guests. “There is likely to be some excellent wine about somewhere.”
He wouldn’t ask Theodosia to fetch it for them; she had arrived at his behest and was likely still as exhausted as he was after spending the night watching over wayward patrons. Moreover, she had never been a servant at The Velvet Slipper, always a trusted partner. He couldn’t have run the club without her. Over the years, the Guild had used the Slipper for any number of purposes. It had suited all their needs well enough. With the Guild disbanded and Trevor wed, its need was no longer.
“No wine,” Tierney said as they sat at an empty table. “I prefer gin, but I never drink in the morning.”
“Nor myself, thank you,” Sutton offered. “We’ve called you here with news.”
