Mindless.
Her devoted servant.
He tugged at the peak, then sucked harder while cupping her other breast in his hand, plucking at her nipple with his thumb and forefinger until she was arching into him, her body an offering he gladly accepted.
But then she flattened a palm on his chest, staying him. “On your back.”
His cock twitched at the bold command. “Why, Venus, do you intend to ravish me?”
“Thoroughly.”
He obliged, rolling to his back. And now it was Lottie peppering his bare skin with a dozen kisses, her sweet mouth falling hotly upon him from his collarbone to his chest, then lower, following the dark trail of hair that led to his groin as her hair spilled over his thigh. He held his breath, watching as she kissed his hip bone.
Another sultry smile curved her lips, her stormy eyes flicking to his. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
He clenched his jaw against a stinging rush of desire so potent that it robbed him of the ability to think for a moment. It took all the control he had to keep from rolling her onto her back and sinking his cock deep inside her now.
His grasp of the English language slowly returned as she kissed his navel, teasingly avoiding his aching prick, which was jutting upward, thick and ruddy and ready for her.
“Already on my proverbial knees now, darling,” he managed.
She sent him a Siren’s smile. “Good.”
Gripping the base of his shaft, she lowered her head and flicked her tongue over him. He moaned helplessly, wondering how he had gone from seducer to seduced with such haste and ease. She laved him, swirling around his cock head, then licking along the underside of his erection.
His hips pumped. He abandoned his hold on the bedclothes in favor of her beautiful hair, threading his fingers through those vibrant curls that were smoother than the finest silk. And then she took him in her mouth. Just the tip at first, then more, as half his rigid prick was engulfed in wet heat.
A strangled sound fled him. He wanted nothing more than for her to take him as deeply as she could. To fuck her mouth until he came and she swallowed every drop of him. But he also wanted inside her cunny just as badly. She sucked him and his ballocks tightened. She lowered her head, bringing him to the back of her throat until she withdrew, leaving his cock glistening with her saliva, her lips wrapped around him.
He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, taking his cock this way. But words were elusive. And when she slid back down his shaft, there was no chance for thoughts. There was only the roar of his body’s demands, urging more, more, more. His hips worked in time with her pretty mouth, his heart pounding ever faster. Her hand worked his cock with the same rhythm, and within seconds, he was there, on the razor’s edge of complete release.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to spend,” he warned.
She made a low sound in response, her mouth never leaving him as her pace increased. Faster, faster, now. She truly wanted to undo him. And heaven help him, he wanted to be undone.
By her.
By Lottie.
Only, always, forever her.
The realization was as jarring as his release, both so potent and magnificent that blood thundered in his ears and black stars speckled his vision. A groan of pleasure tore from his throat as he spurted on her tongue. He felt her swallowing around him, felt the hot flood of his seed coating his cock, felt her sucking and draining him dry until there was nothing left but his sated body and a sudden, shocking recognition.
He had fallen in love with this woman.
CHAPTER 15
Lottie still tasted Brandon on her lips as he rolled her to her back and nudged her legs wide, his palms branding her inner thighs as he urged her to open to him. His heated emerald gaze was on her cunny, and it occurred to her that no lover had ever studied her thus, with the lamps blazing. Likely, she should feel at least a hint of embarrassment. Their previous couplings had been frantic, and they had remained clothed. This was the first time they were naked—save her stockings, of course—and in a bed together, but it all felt intimate and wonderful.
There was no embarrassment now. There was only desire, raw and wild and unfettered. Sucking his cock, knowing she had the power to make him lose himself completely, had proven a potent aphrodisiac. She was aching for him.
“You’re so wet,” he praised. “You liked taking my cock down your throat, didn’t you?”
“Mmm.” She spread her legs wider, shameless, taking her breasts in her hands and toying with her nipples. “I loved it.”
The truth. Perhaps she was a wanton, but she didn’t care. She had spent her marriage wallowing in self-loathing, thinking herself insufficient. But she had come a long way from the naïveyoung bride who had married Grenfell. She was a woman now, and she was in control of her body, her desires. She had learned that shewasenough, damn it. And she would seize what she wanted with both hands.
All further thought abandoned her when he spoke again.
