Closing his eyes, he pushed into her body, filling the emptiness. “God’s teeth, you feel good.”
“So do you.” Amanda raised her pelvis into his next slide, felt every inch of him as he drove past her clutching muscles. The linen was stiff, but she could still feel the heat rolling off of Julius. Feel his unyielding power.
Her breath hitched. Without the linen, how much hotter would he feel? What would it be like to have that velvety skin slide into her body? She couldn’t help but feel regret.
“We’re both about to feel a whole lot better.” He shifted her legs higher up his arms, and with his next thrust, leaned forward until his hands were planted near her shoulders and her knees were by her ears.
The rope around her legs went taut, and the knots in the crease of each hip stabbed into her flesh. She jerked, went rigid as stone as fire licked from the source of the knots to every muscle in her body. Her mind couldn’t decide if the sensations were painful or not, only knew they were almost too intense to bear. Julius eased his hips back, dragging from her body, and easing the pressure on the knots. Her body collapsed into the bed, relieved. Until he pounded back home and the ropes went taut.
Her mouth opened and closed, not even air able to escape.
Julius leaned down and softly kissed her. “As I said, I know every place on the body that, with the right pressure applied, can bring extreme pleasure.”
Pleasure? Was that what she was feeling? She felt each thrust everywhere, from the tips of her breasts to the pads of her toes. That aching, burning sensation flooded her every pore. She didn’t know whether she wanted to demand more or beg him to stop.
If her body was made up of meridian lines, then Julius had mapped each and every inch of her. She writhed beneath him, and every time the knots dug into the front of her hips, her body shuddered in ecstasy.
Or was it agony? The shock from the meridian points was too much. His cock tunneling in and out of her body was sensation enough. But with those knots ….The skin under the hemp began to burn. The torment spread, until her hips, her core, her stomach, all became as responsive as her meridian points.
She whimpered. “Please, Julius. Oh God, please.”
He pounded harder, faster. He dropped his gaze to where his body tunneled into hers and groaned. His dark hair curled over the top of the linen, shiny from her essence. The muscles of his lower abdomen clenched with each thrust.
Amanda whimpered and yanked at her wrists. The need to touch him was overwhelming.
The pace increased. The knots in her hips sent out short bursts, flaring like lightning. Her breath seized in her lungs. Arching her neck, she tried to suck down air. Black dots swam before her eyes. She wrapped her hands around the rope at her wrists and heaved with all her might, trying to escape the feelings, trying to bring the bed down on top of them, trying to find relief. Sweat beaded across her body, and for the first time in years, she wanted a window open. A cool breeze caressing her skin. Anything to put out the fire.
Skin slapped against skin. Julius’s soft grunts filled the room. Jaw tight, Julius lowered himself further and ground his hips into hers. The skin under the knots felt like it was crawling with ants, the pressure never ending. Her body clutched once, twice at the thick length inside.
Bending his head, Julius sucked one aching nipple into his mouth, and pulled.
And like fireworks over Vauxhall Gardens, she exploded into a thousand scorching pieces. His teeth scraping across her breast, his short, prickly hair rubbing against her clit, it all merged with the sparks still shooting from the knots, and her body twisted and bucked beneath Julius, out of her control. Only the ropes held her together.
Julius groaned in her ear, his cock twitching inside her channel. “Sweet Jesus,” he whispered and collapsed to her side.
One of her legs was underneath him, but the pressure of the rope had eased. Amanda managed to catch her breath but could do nothing to stop the tremors wracking her body.
In all her years, she’d felt nothing like that.
After several minutes, her mind cleared enough to form words. “Oh my.”
He rolled over and brushed his mouth against hers, nibbling at her lower lip. He tugged on the rope at her waist. “I thought you’d enjoy that.” He freed her wrists.
Enjoy didn’t even come close. “I don’t believe I’ll be able to move for a sennight.”
“Good. When you move, you get into trouble.” They stared at the canopy for moments more, Julius grazing the back of her hand with his finger. “Amanda …”
“Yes?”
“We should talk.”
Why did that not sound promising?
“I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us,” Julius began. “About the future.”
Her stomach cramped, and all the muscles that had become so delightfully loose, stiffened. “What future?” Her voice sounded as dead as she felt. She knew where Julius was going with this, and frankly, didn’t need to hear it. She was under no misconceptions.
He was quiet a minute. “After … well, after I became Rothchild, I came to understand things about myself. One of those was the fact that I’ll never marry. I’m not suited for it.”
