Yes. He liked the desperation in her voice. Wanted more of it. He kissed her sex and withdrew his fingers, the need to be inside her driving him to his feet. He hauled her from the chair with asmuch gentleness as he could manage, and then he scooped her into his arms and carried her triumphantly to his bed where she belonged.
Tansy had given in.Surrendered to her desire, to her need for Maxim. She was weak and wretched.
But none of that mattered as he tenderly stripped her bare of every garment, kissing each new swath of skin he revealed. The brush of his mouth on her flesh was pure sensual torment. She was still throbbing from the release he had given her on the chair, and yet, she already wanted more.
She wanted him inside her, filling her.
Wanted to touch and kiss him everywhere. To explore his powerful body as he did hers.
Wanted, wanted,wanted.
He kissed the peak of her breast, his lips closing over the sensitive nipple to suck. He had shrugged out of his banyan and wore nothing but trousers. So much of his body on display to her through the golden afternoon light filtering in the windows. He was all rippling muscle, masculine and brutal, his chest and shoulder marked with scars from his days on the battlefield. She reveled in him, trailing her fingertips over the crisp dark hair dotting his chest, over the smooth, rounded slopes of his shoulders, down his strong back.
When he shifted to peel off her stockings, she made a sound of protest, hating to lose the connection with him.
“You’ll have me soon enough, love,” he promised soothingly, kissing her knee.
Deft fingers dragged over her calves and ankles in a wicked caress that sent a fresh rush of longing through her. Herstockings were whisked away, tossed over his broad shoulder, and she didn’t care where they landed because he was freeing the fall of his trousers now. And his cock sprang forth, thick and long and demanding.
Molten heat pooled between her thighs.
She reached for him, daring to wrap her hand around his hard length, and he growled his approval.
“Yes, touch me. Feel how badly I want you.”
How powerful she felt, knowing the effect she had upon him. That his desire for her was so strong. He was soft and yet firm, and hot. So hot. Guided by instinct, Tansy caressed him, her thumb finding the bead of pearlescent moisture at the tip and slicking it over the head of his cock.
He muttered a guttural curse that she didn’t understand, which was probably for the best. “Enough, sweeting, or you’ll make me spend before I’m inside you.”
She released him, then watched as he rose to shuck his trousers, before joining her on the bed again, as naked as she was. He knelt between her legs, gripping his cock and giving it a firm stroke that made her sex throb with achy need. She opened wider, exposing herself to him, feeling the cool kiss of the chamber air on her most intimate flesh mingling with the searing anticipation of his claiming.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, his gruff voice thick with desire.
Like velvet to her senses.
“Yes.” There was no shame in her answer, in her body naked and spread before him.
There was only need.
His head dipped, and he took her nipple into his mouth, suckling as he lowered himself over her, his cock pressing between them in urgent temptation. The weight of him on her was familiar and heady. She wrapped her arms around himagain, holding him to her, love for him beating in her heart so ferociously that she thought he surely must know the depth of her feelings for him. That it must be written on her skin, on her face.
He visited the same torture upon her other breast, and then he kissed the place between them where her skin was flat and smooth. “Such beauty.” His lips made a sweltering path up her throat to her jaw. He nuzzled her temple, his whiskers rasping deliciously against her cheek. And all the while, he rubbed his cock against her, slicking it up and down, using it to tease her nub until she was restless beneath him, writhing and rolling her hips in a search for more.
His lips slanted over hers at the same moment that he guided his cock to her entrance. One thrust of his hips, and he was inside her, so large and thick and hard. Claiming her, reaching every part of her, or so it seemed. She cried out at the perfection of the fullness of him lodged deep, and he smothered her cry with his demanding lips, kissing her with an intensity that told her he had missed her every bit as much as she had missed him.
Without breaking the kiss, he withdrew slightly, the glide of his cock sending fire straight through her. And then he slowly sank into her again, feeding her his tongue. She tasted herself on his lips and it incited more of the riotous feelings within.
More, more, more.
But Maxim was in no hurry. He made love to her without haste, his hips moving in a rhythm that was designed to drive her over the edge with wanting. Slow, firm thrusts. In and out, his lips hot and demanding on hers, drawing no quarter in his quest to claim her in every way.
Fiery pleasure streaked through her. She kissed him harder, raked her nails down his back, and pumped her hips against his, seeking a release he kept beyond her reach. Every thrust was delicious agony, and she was incredibly aware of everything, asif her senses had been heightened to painful potency. There was his scent enveloping her, his hardness against her softness, his breath on her lips, the harsh bursts of his ragged exhalations through his nose, the slickness of his sweat, the abrasion of his chest hair against her greedy nipples, the creak of the bed in time to his thrusts.
Pleasure was cresting. Rising. Higher, higher. And then he reached between them, finding the place where their bodies met, and rubbed tight, wicked circles over her pearl, knowing just what she needed. It was too much. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It was perfect.
Oh dear heavens.
She was coming.
