“Yes.” She lifted her head and kissed him. “I want to do anything with you, everything with you. Show me.”
He kissed her deeply, then rolled to the side, releasing her. She admired the ripple of strength in his back as he reached to the floor, retrieving something from the Axminster. It was her embroidered stockings, she realized as he held them up for her inspection.
“I want to tie your wrists to the bed,” he said.
And all the wicked rumors she had heard about him descended upon her. But they didn’t frighten her. They filled her with desire.
“Would it please you to do so?”
“Immensely, but only if it pleases you. Some find desire can be intensified by restraints, by the knowledge that you are helpless to do anything but receive the pleasure your lover wants to give you.”
Her nipples tightened to hard points, and the liquid heat between her thighs was enough to tell Rhiannon that she wanted to try this with him. Not just for Aubrey, but for herself. She wanted to embrace every part of herself with him.
Slowly, Rhiannon extended her arms above her head, just as he had placed them with his grip a few minutes before. “Do it.”
His gaze darkened. “You are sure?”
“Tie me to the bed,” she told him. “And then make me yours.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple dipping almost violently. “God, minx. You are perfect in every way. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”
She had no intention of doing so.
“I won’t.”
He moved quickly, his touch gentle as he maneuvered each hand and secured her wrists to the bedposts. The knots held, but the stockings weren’t tight. She could freely move.
“Say the word, and I’ll untie you,” he murmured, returning to brush kisses over her breasts.
She would have answered him, but he cupped her breast in a possessive hold and sucked hard on the peak, making her clitoris throb. “Oh.”
Somehow, being at his mercy only heightened the pleasure. She was his to be used, to be pleased, and that knowledge was heady.
He moved to her other breast, sucking and nipping gently with his teeth until she writhed beneath him, seeking more.
“Impatient minx,” he chided gently, running his tongue around her nipple.
“Please, Aubrey.” Her body bowed from the bed, moving toward his knowing mouth beseechingly.
He gave her everything she wanted, lightly strumming over her pearl as he tormented her sensitive breasts until she was on the verge of spending. But then he removed his touch and kissed a path down her stomach, not stopping until he was between her thighs. He sipped at her sex as if she were fine champagne. Her hips pushed off the mattress, her feet flat on the counterpane, toes curling into the soft nest of bedding.
She was aflame.
His hands coaxed her thighs wider, and then his shoulders wedged into the gap he’d created. He used his mouth and tongue on her until she was slick and desperate, until her breathing was jagged and rushed, until her heart was pounding and perspiration slid down her spine. By the time he worked a finger into her channel, she was all but ready to come, and yet still, he kept her on the edge. He danced light touches over her, sucked hard and then gentled, bit and then licked, penetrated and then withdrew.
It became a game, and Rhiannon was the helpless pawn, spread beneath him for his wicked delectation. And oh, how he feasted. Until she was writhing and moaning, half mindless from the pleasure. Only when she was desperate with the needfor release did he give her what she wanted, positioning her legs against his chest before sinking deep inside her with one smooth thrust.
For a moment, she saw stars edging her vision. The intensity of the bliss shooting through her was like fireworks across the canvas of an inky midnight sky, lighting her up. Explosive. She was filled with him, the angle of his cock inside her divine madness as he began a rhythm that took her swiftly over the edge.
She came on a keening cry she couldn’t hold back, the force of her climax taking her by surprise. Murmuring sweet endearments, he rode her harder, faster, the intensity of his thrusts telling her he was also close just before he withdrew, coming all over her belly in hot white jets of seed.
In the aftermath, he untied her wrists and aligned his body with hers, nestling alongside her in the rumpled bedding. She was overwhelmed with sensation and emotion, her heart pounding, his spend cooling on her skin. He retrieved a handkerchief and gently mopped up the mess he had made before discarding it.
With the glow of the lamp behind him, he looked golden and beautiful, and she had never been more moved in all her life. She reached for him, cupping his cheek.
“I love you,” she said before she even realized it.
The words had slipped from her of their own volition, a confession she’d never intended to make.
