He lifted her off the bolster. “Hands and knees, Kitty. Now.”
Weakly she struggled to obey, relieved that when she did so her damned gown fell away and she could free her arms. The warmth behind her let her know Max was there.
The touch of his cock against her wet flesh made her gasp, and when he rubbed the head through her slick honey and then back and up…up to that little ring of muscles…she had to claw on to the sofa cushions to keep from flying off. “God, Max…”
“Shhh. Relax. I will not take you here. This is just play, Kitty. Trust me.”
She breathed in, still shattered by the strange sensations he was producing with his actions. “I do trust you.”
He leaned over, his body arching, just touching her. “Good girl. I will never hurt you. I will always cherish the trust you have given me. You are mine, Kitty. Remember that. You belong to me.” On those words, Max found her entrance with his cock and pushed inside, slowly, easily sliding into her fire.
He stretched her, in a wonderful way, filling her to completion. And he stopped for a moment, as if he too were surprised by the way their bodies fit together.
“Yes, Max,” she whispered, her voice rough “I belong to you.” She pushed back a little and clenched her inner muscles around him, barely realizing she had done so. “And you belong tome.”
*~~*~~*
He came on a muted roar of release, so deep into Kitty he swore he could feel her heart thundering through the tip of his cock.
Yes, she belonged to him, and yes, his mind dimly accepted that he belonged to her. They were one, flying together through a mysterious and violent abyss of pleasure, only to collapse as it crashed back to earth, a tangled mess of limbs.
As he slithered off Kitty’s back and helped her tumble into his arms, his mind awoke even as his body sank into blissful lethargy.
He was right. She was indeed his.
The mere idea of anyone touching her, looking at her, baring her body…it made him want to clench his fists as a wave of possession swamped him, the likes of which he’d never experienced before.
She was his. Undeniably his. And he…yes, he washers.
As she turned in his embrace and snuggled her head onto his shoulder, it brought home to him how well they fit. Their bodies and their minds fit in so many complex ways, it was as if someone had lit a branch of candles and illuminated the power of their interactions.
Kitty was intelligent, something she’d kept to herself. But then again, she was not nineteen and on the hunt for a husband. She had come to him with that Ridlington chin held high, flaunting convention, willingly surrendering her virginity to him without a murmur, and accepting his desires. She’d submitted with curiosity and then pleasure, meeting his sensual needs with her own.
She’d learned so quickly, and without hesitation or any kind of prevarication.
If he wanted to do something she was ready to obey. If he wanted to discuss something, her wits were sharp and set for a lively debate.
Lying beside her, in the light of the fire, mussed and tumbled as they were, Max wondered if the world had stopped turning for a little while. He would certainly have accepted that fact, had it been presented to him. Because the realization of what was happening between him and Kitty shook him to his core.
He would have been hard pressed to say whether either of themlovedeach other. He wasn’t sure he knew what that meant. He ‘loved’ his sister, but that was something inspired more by the years and the general expectation of family interactions. What he felt for Kitty was quite different. More intense, more visceral.
Did she love him? He would like to think so, and she was certainly capable of such affections, which she’d displayed for her sister. Would she have taken him to her bed and her body if she didn’t care deeply? He strongly doubted it.
He moved a little, knowing they’d be cold before long, since the fire wouldn’t last all night.
It was time to take her to bed. So he rose, doing his best not to disturb her. Slipping into shirt and breeches, he grabbed a blanket from one of the side chairs, spread it over Kitty, then wrapped it all the way around as he picked her up from the couch. She was light in his arms, which he didn’t expect. Her personality was vibrant and one could easily overlook the delicate bones that made up that stubborn chin.
She murmured sleepily into his chest.
“Hush, sweetheart. I’m taking you to bed.”
“Mmm, good,” she sighed, reaching for his neck and laying her hand on his shoulder.
He smiled as he managed to open the door to his suite, kicking it closed behind him. It was warm, thank goodness, so he had Kitty tucked in beneath the covers before she even realized he’d put her down.
Blowing out the candles, he slipped in beside her, heaving a deep sigh of contentment as she closed the distance between them and curled into his chest with a soft purr.
Yes, this was right. This was the way every night should be.
It was some time before Max slept, but at last he surrendered to the lure of Morpheus, a smile of satisfaction on his face.
He had a plan.
