She was a goddess, and for some damn reason, she wanted him.
His hands felt large and brutish as he ran them up the sides of her legs. She sucked in a breath when he reached her wide hips, and he flicked his gaze to hers to make sure she was still willing. Cassie might not hold to the bounds of convention, but this would still be a big step for her little slippers.
She reached for him, her fingers fumbling in the buttons of his waistcoat. “It isn’t fair. I’m wearing naught but the skin I was born in while you remain fully clothed.”
Except for the cloth that created a barrier between his aching cock and her sweet cunny, he didn’t give sod all about how many clothes he wore. He lowered his head and pressed soft kisses to her belly, her ribs, the underside of her breasts. Thank fuck she still wanted this, wanted him.
She tugged at his shirt, moaning in frustration when it got stuck under his armpits.
Or perhaps the moan was the result of his lips wrapping around her peaked nipple and pulling. He shifted his head to her other breast, gave it the same treatment before taking her nub between his teeth and lightly biting down.
This time he knew her moan was all for him.
“You like that?” He skimmed his hand down her abdomen and rested his fingers on the nest of tight curls guarding her heat. “You dress all prim and proper, but underneath you’re a needy, naughty little thing, aren’t you?”
She scraped her nails up his back, her hands tangling in his clothes. She jerked on them again, and this time they went up over his shoulders and twisted about his head. She pulled again, the fabric tightening about his throat, and he ripped his shirt and waistcoat off his body with a huff.
The woman was a menace. There were times and places when the chaos that surrounded her was endearing. That time and place wasn’t now, not when she would soon have access to some of his most sensitive bits. He pressed her hands into the mattress by her head. “Stay.” He pulled one of her thighs wide and set his knees between her legs. The soft musk of her arousal wafted to his nose, and his cock throbbed so hard it hurt.
Scooting back, he buried his face in her heat, inhaling deeply.
“Charles!” she said, sounding shocked. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tried to pull him up.
Quick as a snake, he flipped her legs to the side and smacked her arse. The flesh there jiggled most enticingly from the impact, so he did it again. “I told you to keep your hands up.”
Cassie blinked up at him, her hands clenching briefly then releasing. “My goodness me.” Then slowly, so slowly he was tempted to spank her again for teasing him, she raised her arms above her head, crossing one wrist over the other.
His lungs stalled. The picture she presented was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Easing her legs open once more, he settled himself between them and dragged his nose through her soft folds, following that caress up with his tongue.
She writhed beneath him, wordless sounds falling from her lips. He lapped at her sweetness, taking his fill, before petting her sweet little clit with his tongue. Her thighs tensed around his head, her whimpers reaching a fevered pitch. Right before she broke, he lifted his head and blew softly across her heated flesh.
She sagged back into the mattress, her magnificent chest heaving, and blinked in confusion. “What? Why did you stop?”
“You don’t get to come yet.” He used his tongue to rim her opening before plunging it inside her channel, making his prick pulse with jealousy. He returned to her clit, bringing her once more to the edge before backing off with soft kisses to her inner thigh.
“What are you doing to me?” Cassie wailed. She raised her head to glare down at him. “I need….”
“What do you need?” He crawled up her body, spending some moments dipping his tongue into her adorable navel, before pressing her breasts together and feasting on them.
She flopped back and shook her head, her hair spilling over the pillow. “I just need.” She arched into his touch, her eyelids fluttering half shut. Her cheeks were flushed, her lower lip red from all the times she’d bitten into it.
An odd feeling fluttered behind his chest, like a mouse skittering behind a wall. Miss Cassandra Moore, the woman who drove him mad, the woman who didn’t quite fit, was spread before him, needy.
He’d wanted her needy. Wanted her so eager she’d welcome the pain, welcome anything so long as it ended her torture.
But torture went both ways. And he was done waiting. He ripped open his falls, shoved his smallclothes down just far enough to let his cock spring free. Cupping her head between his hands, he covered her body with his own. “Look at me,” he demanded.
He was a right bastard. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when he tore through her innocence. Wanted to watch that flare of pain melt into longing. Wanted to make sure it was imprinted in her mind just who was thrusting between her thighs.
He wanted her to remember his face any time another man touched her.
Grinding his jaw at that thought, he pressed his crown to her slick opening and pushed inside.
Cassie knew that by jumping headlong into unknown situations, she risked those unfortunate times when matters didn’t always go to her liking. She feared this was one of those times. “Wait, perhaps we should talk about this,” she said through gritted teeth.
Charles chuckled darkly, the rumble in his chest vibrating all the way down to where his large member impaled her aching flesh. “There are some things you can’t go back from.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “Just wait. It will feel better soon.”
Cassie shifted, but could find no comfort. He sounded awfully certain for someone who had never been in this position. The moment he’d broken her maidenhead had stolen her breath with the searing pain it caused. The ache had dulled, yes, but she still felt deuced uncomfortable filled with such a foreign object. Perhaps if he wasn’t so large….
