I pressed just a little closer to him. How would those heroines have said it? I looked up into his eyes and gave him the full thing. “You can—You can do what you will with me, but please don’t rip my dress you...you...Irish beast!”
I wasn’t surebeastreally came off right, without a British accent. But it didn’t seem to matter.
With a sudden yell, Sean grabbed me around the waist and threw me—literally threw me,in a yelping bundle of kicking legs and flapping skirt—to land with a softwumfon the mattress. By the time I managed to sit up, he was stalking towards me. His eyes were gleaming in a way I’d never seen before.
“Do what I will,Lady Louise? Are yousure?”Oh God,he was good at this. And he had the accent for it, too, He stripped his jeans off, taking his jockey shorts with them. He was already hard and he ran a hand up and down his shaft, brandishing it like a weapon.
I stared at it, transfixed. Maybe it was the fantasy, but I actually went a little heady, the blood pounding in my ears. Much more of this and I was going to full-on swoon. Between the dress, the four poster bed and his Irish gorgeousness, I really did feel like I was a maiden about to be ravished. He started to lift the dress up my legs, baring them, and I started to struggle—well, thrash around on the bed. I didn’t want to actually get free. “Un—Unhand me!” I shrieked.
He pressed my ankles down on the bed with one big hand and continued. At which point I learned, to my delight, that when a big Irishman decides he’s going to ravish you, you can struggle as much as you like and you won’t put him off his game. I started to buck and wriggle, feeling the heat spike higher and higher inside me with every inch the dress climbed.God, what’s happening to me?
I began to strain upwards with my ankles but by now he’d used his legs to pin me, leaving both hands free to pull the dress up my legs. My thighs were bared, then my very un-medieval panties. Which turned out not to matter at all because he simply grabbed and, with a twist and pull of his powerful arm, snapped the elastic. I shrieked again as I felt myself bared, and crossed one leg over the other as tightly as I could. I was panting, now, and the heat was thrumming through my whole body, making it sing like an instrument. I’d never felt anything like it before.
Sean stopped pulling the dress up when it reached my navel. Then he leaned down to kiss my lips and—
Suddenly I was twisting my head away, moving one way then theother to avoid him. I was panting, my face glowing. “You beast!” I managed. “Howdareyou!”
A truly evil grin spread across Sean’s face. He moved fast, stretching out on top of me. I bucked and writhed under him, but his muscled legs easily pinned mine down. His chest pushed down against my breasts, trapping me against the mattress. I started to push at his shoulders with both hands, but he didn’t budge even an inch. The realization thatI really couldn’t stop himmade me go melty inside.
Then he grabbed my wrists, methodically capturing one and then the other and finally pinning them down with one strong hand. With his other hand, he grabbed my chin and roughly made me look at him.
And then he kissed me long and deep, forcing my lips open, twisting and pushing andGodteasing my tongue with his, strong and utterly assured. I panted and thrashed and made a lot of outraged sounds likemmf!and finally melted into submission, just like all the princesses in the books. He lifted his lips from me but captured my lower lip for one last slow, languorous suck that made me grind my tightly-closed thighs together. Then he raised himself up so that he could look down at me, still holding my wrists above my head.
He watched my reaction as he shoved one hand roughly into the top of the dress and found my breast, massaging it in slow circles and then lightly pinching my nipple. I arched my back, my lips pressed into a tight line. The pleasure throbbed down from that aching bud in hot, rhythmic pulses made stronger by their edge of pain. I felt my hips begin to circle. I tried to stop them because I wanted to keep playing the haughty, aloof princess, but I couldn’t control them.
“Tell me what you want, Lady Louise,” Sean growled, and it made me think of my fantasy of him, months before, when I’d imagined him breaking into my apartment. Back then, I’d thought he reallywaslike this: I thought he’d take what he wanted by force. The reality was so much better.
I shook my head violently against the mattress.
He leaned close, his breath hot in my ear. “You want it. You wantthis.”And I sucked in a breath as I felt the hot length of his cock press against my thighs. I shook my head again, copper hair tossing.
Sean growled and pressed his knee into the dark line where my tightly-closed thighs joined. He started to exert pressure, allowing his weight to bear down on me. But he wasn’t willing to wait for my muscles to tire. Oh, no. Suddenly, his hand was gone from my breasts and his fingers were sliding down over my pale belly, down into the tangles of copper curls between my legs, probing between my thighs. I closed them as hard as I could, but even his thick fingers were too slender for me to stop. They slid down and curled...and suddenly, they were stroking at my lips.
“You’re wet for me,” he told me, relishing the words.
Free to move my head, now, I twisted it to the side, refusing to look at him. But Iwaswet. Soaking.
He brought his thumb into play, drawing gentle but insistent circles on my clit. His fingers started to work at my lips, long, slow strokes up and down their length. I clamped my legs together as hard as I could but I was no match for his strength. He began to grin as both of us felt me moisten and heat. It was impossible to stop myself grinding against him.
He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth, then spoke into my ear. “Youdowant it. You want the whole thing up inside you.”
Inside me.My whole body was writhing against the mattress, now, my cheek moving in slow circles as I pressed it against the rough cotton. “N—Never!” I panted. “I’ll never let some Irish barbarian inside me!”
Sean’s grin grew even darker. “Oh. It’s likethat?” He redoubled his efforts and I began to moan. “You don’t want thebig, roughIrishman inside your pristine body?”
“N—No!”
He growled and thrust a thick finger up inside me. With my legs pressed so hard together, it wastight...and glorious. I felt my legs easing of their own accord as the pleasure washed over me. “N—No,” I said again. But my muscles were turning from iron into gooey honey and his power and weight began to win. His leg slid down betweenmine, tan muscle dividing my paleness and I groaned in dismay—and delight—at his victory.
He inserted his feet between mine andpushed.My exhausted legs opened easily and then his whole body was between them, powerful hips pinning mine to the bed as he slid down into position. He must have rolled on the condom while he was rubbing me, because I felt the hot, thick head of him pushing at my lips almost immediately. I made a last attempt to close my legs and a shudder of excitement went through me when I found I really couldn’t move them.
Then he was plunging into me and both of us could feel how slickly hot I was for him. I gave up my act completely and let my body go limp as he slid smoothly inside me, groaning as he filled me to the limit. Then, as he began to thrust, I came alive, swirling my hips as I’d longed to do all along, arching my back and grinding up against him. He still had my wrists above my head so I couldn’t use my hands and that made it even better—I was free to buck and thrash and writhe under him, but I still had that feeling of being roughly taken. “God,” I panted. “God,yes!”
He sped up, his hips slamming between my widely-spread thighs. He supported himself on his elbows so that one hand was free to dive into the top of the dress again, this time forcing it down just enough that one breast spilled out. He rubbed his thumb across the nipple until it was achingly hard, then lowered his head and sucked it into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue until I squealed and kicked my heels against the bed.
His cock was so perfect inside me: steel-hard and throbbing, stretching me just the right amount. And it had such power: every time he drew back I felt panting and empty, desperate for him to return; every time he slammed into me I was the helpless, trapped princess again. I went from wanton hussy to blushing virgin a hundred times a minute, until the room dissolved and I was floating in a crimson void of raw pleasure.
He fucked me for what felt like hours, slowing down and then speeding up, taking me towards my peak twice and backing off before finally allowing me to finish. When I finally came, my legs wrappedaround him and my spit-wet breasts throbbing from his fingers and tongue, it was with a scream that filled the whole house.
