He groaned and kissed her. “Wicked darling. This is but one of many reasons why I love you so.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are the other reasons?”
Aubrey grinned down at her. “Your intelligence, your bravado, that stubborn streak of yours, your determination, your kind heart, the way you love me even when I don’t deserve it…”
“But you do deserve it,” she protested. “You make me so very happy, my love.”
“Ah, but I could make you happier, I think,” he teased, his lips dancing lightly over hers.
“Mmm,” she hummed as his hand found her breast, his thumb rubbing unerringly over the peak. “Perhaps you should show me how.”
“With great pleasure. But you’re going to have to get naked first, darling.”
Feeling wicked, Rhiannon stepped back and grabbed handfuls of silk before pulling her nightgown over her head and tossing it to the floor.
“Already making a mess of your new bedroom, duchess?” he asked with mock severity even as he drew her near, his hands traveling over her bared skin. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you.”
Rhiannon found the buttons on his banyan and began working them free of their moorings. She quickly grew impatient and began tearing at them. A few rolled to the Axminster.
“More mess,” she said breathlessly. “Perhaps you ought to tie me to the bed.”
“Fuck,” he growled. “You make me wild for you, woman.”
And then he clawed off his banyan the rest of the way before taking her up in his arms and carrying her across the room. He laid her gently on the mattress, his rigid cock a temptation she couldn’t resist stroking. He was hot and thick in her hand, a bead of moisture seeping from the slit.
He made a low sound of approval, allowing her to explore him.
But that wasn’t sufficient for Rhiannon. They had spent the last month apart, and she was ravenous for him. Her delicate condition had left her in a state of perpetual yearning.
“Lie down on the bed,” she urged him, changing her mind about what she wanted.
“Minx,” he protested.
She gave him a meaningful look. “Do it.”
He growled and did as she commanded, arranging himself on the center of her bed. She moved to him on hands and knees, between his legs.
“You don’t need to,” he murmured.
“Oh yes,” she returned, kissing the tip of his cock. “I do.”
Tentatively, she took him into her mouth, the salty taste of him on her tongue.
“Just like that, love,” he praised. “Suck me.”
His low words spurred an answering ache between her thighs. She was already wet for him, desperate. Tending to him like this only served to heighten her need. She took him deeper, hollowing out her cheeks as she did as he directed, sucking and licking as he moaned beneath her, his hips pumping. She was lost in him, loving everything about this new intimacy, from the sounds he made to the way his body moved restlessly beneath her.
“Harder,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “Take me down your throat if you can.”
She did what he asked, taking him deep, as far as she could until tears stung her eyes and she feared she would gag.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “You look so beautiful, your gorgeous mouth full of my cock.”
She moaned and continued, her saliva making her lips and chin wet, his cock glistening in the lamplight as she thoroughly licked and sucked him. It was the most potent aphrodisiac, this powerful man in her mouth. She was giving him pleasure as he had done for her, and she loved it.
But just when she thought she had him at the edge of losing his control, he gently moved her away.
“Enough. I want to spend in your pretty pussy first, and if you carry on, I’ll never make it.”
