Something in her snapped.
Before Anosia realized it, she stood up and wrapped her arms around Orion’s head, pulling his mouth down to hers. Orion responded instantly to her, engaging in a heated kiss as tongues plunged deep. He was so surprised that he ended up stumbling back into the wall with his big arms around her as if to never let her go. Anosia had her arms around his neck, trapping him against her, and when she suckled his tongue, Orion nearly went out of his mind. With a growl, he picked her up and set her on the table next to the bench.
Anosia was not a maiden. She was a woman, with woman’s needs that had been pent up for years since the death of her husband. Even with those needs, she’d never accepted money for sex. That simply wasn’t her way. But now that she had Orion in her arms, things were changing.
Now, she was on fire.
She took on the dominant role. She had to. Anosia wrapped her legs around his hips, skirts and all, holding him tightly as they furiously kissed. She allowed his hands to roam, and he went from holding her tightly to stroking her arms, eventually moving to her thighs. When she didn’t stop him, he grew bolder and moved to her buttocks, using them as leverage to pull her body up against his. Her legs were parted and his body was wedged in between them even though they were fully clothed.
Orion sincerely wished, at that moment, that they were not. He’d never been more obsessed with a woman in his life. He gently suckled the tender skin of her neck and shoulders and began to pull back the neckline of her garment. He needed more skin to feast on. He was able to pull the fabric off her right shoulder, baring her skin, as his lips devoured her tender flesh. He could hear her gasping with pleasure, her hands on his head, her face in his hair. He made no move to touch her breasts, but he continued to pull her bodice off her shoulder, exposing the swell of her right breast.
Still, she didn’t stop him.
Orion hadn’t been with a woman in a while. He simply hadn’t had the time. Now, he had a woman who occupied his every waking moment in his hands and he was addicted to her. If she wasn’t going to stop him, he was going to explore her, and the bodice was pulled down, down. When the fabric resisted, he reached behind her and untied the laces that were secured on the side of the garment.
The dress fell away.
Orion had his mouth on her cleavage now, investigating that lush, beautiful body. Anosia cried out softly as his mouth clamped over a tender nipple. She began to pull at his breeches, trying to undress him, and Orion went right along with her. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, not stopping to think about the consequences of his actions or the fact that they werein a public room. He didn’t care. All he knew was that he wanted her so badly that he couldn’t stop himself from pulling her bodice down around her waist to expose both of her full, luscious breasts.
Mouth on her succulent nipple, he flipped up her skirts without any resistance whatsoever. She was still working on his breeches and he had her skirts up about the time she pulled loose his ties. When his breeches fell to mid-thigh, he positioned himself at her threshold and thrust into her, big and hard. Anosia stifled her cries of pleasure as she bit into his chest, her teeth in his flesh. It only served to inflame him, and he pulled her closer, spanking her on both butt cheeks, which excited her to the point of madness. She was exquisitely tight and hot, and he thrust repeatedly as her legs tightened and drew him in deeper.
In his heart and mind, things were beginning to get serious.
Anosia was nearly incoherent in her passion, feeling every move with the greatest of pleasure. He was so big, and thrusting himself so deeply, that the pleasure-pain of it was quickly driving her toward climax. He was a spectacular form of a man that she had never seen equaled, and nothing had ever felt so right. Certainly, she’d loved her husband and relations with him had been magical. But not like this.
Never like this.
This was beyond her wildest dreams.
Orion’s thrusting grew harder, firmer, and he rubbed his pelvis against her every time he plunged deep. It was moving and beautiful and powerful, and after one particularly deep thrust, he felt her release around him as gasps of rapture escaped her lips. Still, he continued to thrust into her, feeling another climax a few moments later. But it was too much for him to endure without joining her. His own release was fast approaching.
Orion tried to pull out, but her legs were wrapped around him. He ended up spilling himself half in, half out of her delicious body, feeling every last twitch and spasm with more pleasure than he’d ever experienced. Even after he was spent, he thrust his semi-arousal into her again and kept moving. Normally, he was far more cautious about where he put his seed, but with Anosia, he hadn’t been as careful as he should have been. Perhaps that was because coupling with her seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
With her arms around him was where he was meant to be.
His body still joined to hers, Orion opened his eyes to look at her. In the soft light of a nearby window, she looked like something surreal. Her bodice was down around her waist and her skirts were up to her pelvis, her legs open to receive him. The sight of it was enough to cause him to heat up again. Gently, he bent over, kissing her shoulder, the tops of her breasts, before taking a nipple in his mouth again and suckling tenderly.
“Nay,” she breathed, putting a hand over her breast to stop him. “No more. Someone is going to see us. We must stop.”
He knew she was right. They’d already pushed the limits of privacy and he didn’t want anyone walking in on them.
“You are correct, of course,” he said huskily, kissing her one last time before releasing her. He started to help her pull up her bodice. “We must make sure you look presentable. I would hate The Guardians to think I molested you somehow.”
She grinned as she pulled her bodice up and pushed down her skirts. “Unless I ask for help, they will not interfere,” she said. Then she eyed him coyly. “You did not see me asking for help.”
“I did not ask for help, either.”
She laughed softly. “Trust me, my bonny lad,” she said, “you do not need any help whatsoever. You knew what you were doing.”
He smiled weakly, pulling his hands away from her as she finished dressing. “I… I hope you do not think every word from me, and every situation, was to get to this moment,” he said. “What I mean to say is that although I do not regret what happened, it was impulsive. It was not planned. It was never my intention that we should… do this. It simply happened.”
He was trying very hard to tactfully tell her that he hadn’t charmed her simply to get her into bed. Anosia watched the usually confident knight struggle through his sentence before smiling.
“Who is to say thatIdid not orchestrate this?” she said. “Mayhap I wanted to get you intomybed.”
He looked stunned. “Did you?”
She laughed softly. “You fell like a hapless tree,” she said. “I cut your base and over you went. Right into my hands.”
