"As you know, there are other ways. Did your guardnot teach you?" He stroked his fingers along her sex and caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. The sensitive flesh swelled and quivered in his grip.
Her reaction thrummed through him, her body tightening and arching toward him. He loosened his grip, waited several heartbeats and did it again. And again. Her head thrashed against the bed, her hips bucking frantically toward him, seeking more.
"Mayhap you enjoy this too much. Mayhap I should try something else."
He squeezed a little harder this time and she cried out, a desperate wail of frustration washed over him, making his cock harder than ever.
"Nay! Stop! No more. Please, I cannot bear it."
He paused for a moment, then grinned. He caught her chin with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. Her breath came in heavy pants and a hint of madness lingered in her eyes.
***
Gillian held her husband's gaze, trying to silently tell him he'd won without giving him the satisfaction of saying the words aloud. She had no choice anymore; he would truly drive her to madness if she let him continue. The brief thought of Simon's lifeless body dumped at her feet brought a momentary surge of strength she didn't think she possessed. It passed near as quick as it arose.
"Now, I will hear your confession."
The gentle squeeze of her clit accompanying his demand almost set her over the edge, but he eased back. The frustration screeched out of her.
"Please, Royce. I can't bear any more."
"You will tell me, or you will bear a lot more than this."
She nodded, a choked sob escaping. "Very well! I will tell you!"
She took several calming breaths, her body raging. The desperation had reached its breaking point and gone beyond what she could bear. Her hesitation drew another swirl andsqueeze of her clit and she arched, the release so close, she tasted it upon her tongue. As quickly as it began, it stopped when he drew away.
He bit lightly on her nipple, keeping her on the slicing edge of pleasure. 'Twas delightful, too delightful, and bordered on a delicious pain. She near forgot what she must do. Ah, yes. Simon. She prayed he would forgive her.
Another tightening of his teeth on her nipple, another stroke and press of her clit and her vision seemed to fade, the room darkening around her.
"He's my brother!"
He stilled then and she groaned in frustration. She squirmed, urging him to continue, but he stubbornly remained motionless. Her sight slowly restored itself and she met his questioning gaze.
"Your brother?"
"Aye." She barely had the strength to speak.
"But William had no sons."
She panted, forcing the words past her parched lips. "He's a bastard. Never acknowledged. Please, Royce, take pity on me. I've given you what you wanted."
He studied her for what seemed an eternity. She held her breath, her body trembling and squirming without any conscious effort. Finally, he nodded. He rose above her and she gave an excited gasp to see his erect cock pointing straight at her sex. Her hips lurched upward. He stroked himself a few times then filled her with one deep thrust. Her back arched and almost immediately, her release overtook her. When he began to pump within her, the pleasure continued, soaring higher, curling her toes. Her senses tumbled through the riot of carnal bliss.
Over and over, the waves of rapture claimed her, leaving her gasping and panting and trying to right her upended wits. Still, he moved within her, his rhythm keeping her spinning in pleasure she thought might never end.
It seemed hours before she calmed, her body quivering rhythmically around his. He pulled free of her body, andshe barely had the awareness that he freed her bonds and pulled her close.
She might have dozed, she couldn't say, but slowly, she became aware of her surroundings. Royce held her firmly against him, and beneath her ear, his heart thumped. As her thoughts cleared, she recalled what she'd told him. Fear for her brother's safety gave her a sudden burst of vigor, fueled by worry.
"Royce, do you believe me?"
His tawny eyes seemed to probe right into her thoughts. He nodded.
"Aye. It all makes sense. But why didn't you tell me sooner?"
She averted her eyes and snuggled closer. "He, that is, we, feared he might be sent away.
