"Calm yourself, Wildcat. I would have this last. And you have not completely agreed to keep my secret, have you?"
Her wicked grin set the blood to boiling in his veins.
"I may need to be convinced."
"Ere long, you will be begging for my mercy."
She stood straight, meeting his gaze brazenly.
"I hope so."
"Remove my clothes."
She arched an eyebrow and for a moment, he thought she meant to refuse. After a brief hesitation, she set about undoing the laces of his overtunic, instructing him to lift his arms so she could pull it off. But he was too tall, and she frowned.
"I cannot reach." She strode to the bed and climbed up, rising to stand. He grinned as she beckoned him with one finger. He moved to stand before her and she was now able to pull the tunic over his head. The shirt underneath came next, leaving his chest bared. She paused then, a wicked smile curving her lips as she stroked his shoulders and chest. Her nails scraped against his nipples and he shivered under the rough caress. He'd taught his wife well, he realized, as her soft hands moved over his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He held her knowing gaze, allowing her the freedom to continue. When her fingers trailed lower, he inhaled sharply, gritting his teeth at the sensation of her untying the laces of his hose. She slowly pushed them away, her gaze lowering to land on his straining cock as it was freed from confinement.
"'Twould seem you are ready for me already, Panther."
He growled in response, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her against him. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth, even as he kicked his hose aside. He lowered her to the bed, his cock settling against her wet and hot pussy, her legs opening to welcome him. Despite the need raging through him, he held back, content to devour her mouth and savor the feel of her damp fire.
She pulled away breathing heavily. "Now, my lord. Please."
He gave her a lazy smile and shook his head, drawing a finger down her neck. "Not yet. I would make this last."
Once more she began her teasing torment with her hands, stroking every part of him she could reach. His head spun with the desire to plunge into her. Somehow he managed to refrain. Instead, he caught her wrists, raising her arms above her head and holding her in place.
"You tempt me beyond my endurance. But I will have control."
She giggled, the lilting sound wafting over him like a soothing melody. He studied her, her skin burnished in the firelight, eyes glowing with lust. The sight almost made him come right there, without even being inside her.
"You will not move." He curled her fingers around the bed rail. "If you let go, you will be punished."
Her chest heaved with a heavy breath, her pink-tipped breasts trembling. He lowered his head to take one hard peak into his mouth. She gave a throaty moan, arching toward him. Using his lips and tongue, he teased her flesh, savoring each quiver as it passed over her. When he moved to the other breast, she sighed his name. He lifted his head, relishing the way her heavy-lidded eyes opened and she gazed on him with desire.
"Remember, don't let go."
***
Gillian tightened her grip on the rail, wondering how she possessed the strength to remain as he ordered. She ached to hold him near, to run her hands along his heated flesh. His head lowered again, tormenting her breasts briefly with raspy strokes of his tongue. Delight coursed in her veins, her body singing with delight. His hands and mouth moved along her flesh and she wanted more than the gentle and unhurried caresses. She wanted him to take her hard, to unleash the flaming passion lurking beneath the tender arousal he stirred.
She undulated toward him, trying to convey without words what she wanted, but he seemed not to notice, leisurely exploring her. He knew well which spots spiked her hunger, returning often to tease the curve of her hip, the top of her thigh, the underside of her breast. Her head thrashed, frustration mixed with the need.
"P-please, my lord."
"Patience, Wildcat."
He trailed his fingers along the juncture of her thighand she cried out, willing him to her sex. But he determinedly avoided her pussy, content to stroke everywhere but where she wanted him. Need pounded in her head.
"Royce, you will kill me this way!"
The shake of his head against her belly added another layer of torment, his hair brushing across her sensitive skin. One finger slowly slid along her moist folds and she gave a loud sigh of pleasure. Finally!
After several moments of that single finger moving ever so slowly across her aching flesh, she once more ground her teeth in frustration. The sensations he stirred pleased her, but it wasn't enough.
"Please!"
Her rough voice echoed like a roar in the room. He chuckled, but before she could rail at him for teasing her this way, he lowered his head and slid his tongue along her sex. She nearly swooned from the intensity of the lust taking her over. He used his hands to hold her open, exploring deeper with his tongue. Not as satisfying as his cock, but she didn't care. Pleasure thrummed through her and when he caught her hard bud between his lips and sucked hard, she was lost, her body bucking wildly against the tumult exploding her senses. Her vision went red, then white, and then she couldn't see at all, could only let the tempest roar around her. Royce continued to plague her with his mouth, drawing out the waves until she thought she would be reduced to cinders before he finished.
