He nodded, casually reaching out to grab her breast. She arched toward him, the feel of his fingers rolling her hardened nipple a delight she never wanted to end. He leaned over and sucked the tip into his mouth, laving her flesh with his tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed as waves of pleasure swept over her. He drew away, the cool air in the chamber leaving her skin pebbled and hard with the loss of the heat of his mouth. She moaned in protest.
The sting of his hand against her breast startled her. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his curious gaze. The shock of the blow faded, replaced by a warmth seeping into her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath.
Royce repeated the motion, and again, the sudden spark of pain quickly dwindled, replaced by the ever-intensifying fire. He soothed her with soft caresses, which seemed to spread the pleasure deeper into her body. She wanted to tell him what she felt, but another slap to her other breast halted her words. The conflicting sensations of gentle caresses on one side, the sting of the strike on the other, created a tumult that left her gasping for air.
"You find pleasure in the pain."
'Twas not a question, but she nodded anyway. She did enjoy it, and she couldn't hide it. When he grinned, the delight in his eyes bloomed, warming her anew.
"Are you sure you've never been to court?"
She shook her head, her voice still elusive.
"I think this marriage will suit us both. At least when we are alone. I suspect you will attempt to undermine me everywhere else."
Though she knew he teased, annoyance still sparked at the condescension in his tone. "Mayhap if you listened to me, you'd see there are times I am knowledgeable and right." "Mayhap. But right now, there is only one thing I want to hear from you."
His meaning became clear when he once more lowered his head, sucking her flesh between his lips. Gillian bit her lip to hold back a cry, the notion of defying his wish adding to her excitement. He chuckled against her skin and she knew he understood.
She grinned herself, almost letting loose a delighted moan when he scraped his teeth against the hardened tip. She clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into fists to resist the urge to hurry him. He would work hard to achieve his desired result she determined, even as the combination of his mouth and hands soon had her writhing beneath him.
He drew away and the sight of his heaving chest attested to the desire that gripped him as well. She gave him a sly smile and spread her legs in invitation.
He laughed aloud. "Wildcat, you surprise me at every turn."
With those words, he covered her with his body, easing himself to his elbows. His cock rested against her pussy, but he made no move to enter her. She lifted her hips, still silent, holding his gaze.
He brushed the hair from her face and shook his head. "Nay, Wildcat, you will sing for me before I give you what you want. If you insist on this game, be warned, I will show no mercy."
Her breath caught in her throat. She pressed her lips into a smile. 'Twould be fun to see which of them broke first.
***
The seductive smile curving Gillian's lips threatened to make Royce come without even being inside her. He could enter her with one move, but he would forego his own pleasure just to torment her. His feisty wife would not win this battle of wills. He wanted to hear her beg before he allowed her release. He wanted to impress himself in her memory for the long days ahead. He forced thoughts of their departure aside, not wanting anything to dim his enjoyment of his wife's charms this eve.
He took his time stroking along her sides, her belly andher arms, the feel of her heated skin a torment and a delight to his senses. He followed the path of his hands with his mouth, kissing and licking until she moaned in pleasure. He tempered that with sharp nips of his teeth, drawing a surprised squeal and the most charming shudder.
Finally, he cupped her breasts in his hands, gently rolling the hardened tips between his fingers. A violent quivering shook her from head to foot, her head thrashing against the pillow. He lowered his head and sucked one rosy tip into his mouth. She cried out, arching against him. Each tremble of her body echoed into his own, making his cock almost painfully hard. He bit down lightly on her breast. The wail that echoed around him shivered along his spine. He lifted his head to study his wife.
In the firelight, her face glowed, her eyes darkened to a deep violet. She licked her lips, taunting him with a wink.
"Wife, you risk much."
"Aye. But I think you like it."
"Hellion." Briefly, he dipped his fingers into her sex, surprised to find her so wet. Whatever she'd been about to say got lost on a strangled moan, her hips rising to meet his hand. He pulled away, grinning at her whine of protest.
"Not yet wife. You must beg me properly for your pleasure tonight. And even then, I may not be persuaded."
"You are evil!"
"But I think you like it."
She scowled at his echo of her earlier words. Lifting her chin, she looked away. Her dare enflamed him. She would beg ere long.
He resumed his casual exploration of the body he'd come to know so well. He knew that if he skimmed his fingers just above her hip, she'd quiver and moan, and if he stroked the underside of her breast, her cries took on a higher pitch. Up around her neck and shoulders set off a multitude of tremors, while caressing her inner thighs made her tense in anticipation. He alternated between light teasing touches and harsher strokes, landing a few more slaps to her breasts and savoring the way the pale skinpinkened.
Still, except for a few moans and gasps, she remained stubbornly silent. Smiling, he moved lower along her body, settling between her legs. He reached under to cup her arse, using his elbows to spread her thighs. He glanced into her flushed face, surprised to find her watching him steadily. Almost daring him. He gave her a smirk and lifted her pussy to his mouth.
