His tongue invaded her mouth in deep urgent strokes. His intensity contracted her lower belly and curled her toes, sending her heart and head into a dangerous spin. Her quim craved friction and release, like the delicious release he’d given her each night during the last two weeks. He kissed her earlobe, her nape, and her clavicle. Then his teeth gently nipped her pulse point before soothing the same spot with a lick of his tongue. Pleasure riveted down her spine, eliciting a low groan from her mouth.
Slade hesitated at her jacket’s collar, making a frustrated sound as if the material offended him. “I heartily agree with your request on our wedding night to be without clothes, but we are in a cave,” he said, his voice light with mirth.
“I could leave my shift on?” she said breathlessly.
And then they were both eagerly tugging at the jacket of her riding habit. She was happy to get rid of it, for it was constricting her quickening breaths. Buttons popped, snapping against the ground. And as she removed her stays and petticoats, remaining in her shift, stockings and half boots, Slade yanked off his coat, waistcoat and shirt, remaining in his hose, boots, and breeches. The latter had a very prominent bulge, making her heart pound even faster than it already was.
Intensity glistened in his eyes, almost frighteningly, as he watched her watching him arranging the discarded clothes into layers on the sandy ground.
The firelight burnished the toned muscles of his arms and taut stomach in a way that compelled her to reach for his biceps, chest, then stomach. His skin burned her like the heat of a furnace as she stroked, the inked viper on his arm mesmerizing.
Then he was pressing her down on the layers of clothes, his gaze raw, almost anguished in its reverence, causing her to shiver with desire.
His mouth dipped to her breasts, covered by the thin shift. He licked, sucked and gently rolled her nipples between his teeth, one after the other. The erotic sensations he drew from her created a frenzied need in her belly.
“Do you know these have tormented me since the lodge?” he murmured, his breath hot against her areola.
Her head whirled, forgetting for a second how to speak. “I … ah … no … didn’t,” she whispered, breathing heavily, feeling like she wanted to do everything with him all at once.
He planted kisses on her stomach through the thin fabric, then kissed lower and lower. Her eyes widened in surprise when Slade lifted her hem and dipped low between her legs. His devilishly dark eyes focused on hers as the backs of his knuckles grazed her inner thighs then brushed the most sensitive spot of her body. Oh. Dear. God. Her eyelids momentarily dropped. She whimpered, recalling the pleasure his fingers gave during her baths.
Slade shoved his hands under her derriere, effortlessly lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, then lowered his head between her thighs. The bunched soft material of the shift at her waist blocked most of her view of him. When his soft lips and tongue opened her intimate flesh up like the petals of a rose, Phoebe gasped at the blistering pleasure. It slowly dismantled her piece by agonizing piece. She moaned and writhed as her entire world incinerated into a million tiny free-floating constellations.
CHAPTER 59
Slade grinned, when his wife’s body came apart from the ministrations of his mouth and fingers, despite the fact that his own body was stretched as taut as fiddle strings. If he wasn’t inside her soon, his control would snap. His body was on fire. He’d never been so desperate or wanted anything so much. Nor had he ever wielded such a powerful control over his own urges before. But he did it for Fifi. Yet, as lust threatened to undo him, so did a killing rage towards Ross. He would take particular pleasure in meticulously gutting Ross, very soon.
But for the moment, Fifi’s pleasure was the only one he was concerned with.
He divested himself of his boots and breeches, all the while watching Fifi, a thin sheen of sweat on the glorious skin of her face and inner thighs. Her skin glowed like a goddess emerging from firelight, her luscious limbs shapely, long and beautiful. Even covered by her thigh high stockings and boots, they beckoned his ravenous eyes and greedy touch. Now he understood why she kept her boots on.
He came to her, kneeling beside her. She reached for him, palming his cheeks, and he leaned into her touch like a relaxed but primed lion seeking warmth from his lioness. Her touch likea life force he needed to survive. With his hands spanning her waist, he slowly maneuvered her to sit on him, straddling him as he lay flat on his back.
“I know how you crave control,” he said, sure there was an anticipatory wolfish grin on his face.
Her cheeks flushed as she positioned herself more comfortably, while he had to resist the urge to flip her on her back so he could lick each and every inch of her dewy body.
His painfully erect shaft made a tent with the delicate material of her shift as her luscious round derriere shifted on his pelvis, straddling him. The apex of her shapely thighs opened up provocatively, and her delicious breasts teased him mercilessly, mere inches from his mouth.
He suppressed a hungry groan, wanting to take each of their peaks in his mouth and suck. Too weak to resist, he did just that, eliciting a moan from her.
“I believe I’ll like being on top,” she said, with a half-lidded smile of wonderment.
He took wicked delight in her smile. And deep inside he thrilled at the fact she trusted him enough to be audacious with him.
“I suspected you might,” he said, his voice gruff with desire.
He reached for her under the delicate, diaphanous shift. His hands roved her smooth upper, then lower body, cupping, massaging, and squeezing. Fifi’s skin was soft and inviting. Her eyelids dropped, giving in to her pleasure as he fondled, feeding his craving.
Despite an untamed urge to thrust deep inside her, he stilled. There was incredulity in her sweet vulnerable face as he thumbed her sensitive spot. It beguiled, transfixed, and held him in its thrall as his fingers worked with rhythmic intent, until she came apart again.
He lifted his upper body so he could kiss her mouth. Their tongues tangled and tasted each other with dizzying effect.
His voice was ragged as he broke the kiss. “Put your hands on me,” he said needing to feel more of her.
Her passion-infused gaze partially ebbed.
“Tell me where …?” she asked, her tone breathy but uncertain.
