“Hold on, darling,” was the only warning she received before his tongue lapped at her core.
They moaned in unison.
God, the feel of his mouth on her was more erotic than any text she had ever read. There was no way to describe the utter combustion her body experienced as his tongue flicked over her pearl. Her fingers clutched the wooden headboard so hard her knuckles turned white.
“Oh God, Malcolm.”
His fingers kneaded her bottom as he devoured her sex. It was the only way to describe the way he licked and sucked at her most sensitive bits. She lost control as the pleasure tore through her, building and building. She frantically rolled her hips, directing him to where it felt best. She moaned and whimpered as his tongue stroked over and over her clit. “Malcolm…oh don’t stop. I’m so close.” She closed her eyes and gasped as her orgasm struck her like lightning coursing through her body. “Yes! Malcolm,” she shouted.
His kisses became softer as she came down from her crisis. He licked gently and turned his head to kiss the inside of her thigh.
Adeline hung her head down and sucked in much-needed air. She opened her eyes and found his green eyes staring up at her. “Oh my, am I suffocating you?” She raised a leg to climb off his face, but he chased her as she inelegantly tried to scramble off and fell onto her back on the bed.
His grinning face appeared above her as he caged her with his arms. His chin was smeared with her wetness, his lips glistening with it.
How embarrassing. She closed her eyes.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
She gestured weakly to his face. “I got you all wet.”
He passed the back of one hand across his chin. “I hope so. Damn, you are delicious.” Then he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue dipping in to tangle with hers. Sharing the taste of her, so filthy…and he was right, delicious. “I want you wet and ready for me.”
Adeline felt his hard length press against her entrance. She opened her knees so that his hips could sink between her legs. She wanted to touch his manhood, to explore and see what the texture of the skin felt like. But exploring might have to be for later because Malcolm had his length in one hand and rubbed it over her oversensitive clit, making her eyes roll back at the pleasure. Then it was back at her entrance. He pressed forward slowly, filling her inch by inch. The stretch burned a bit, but all that wetness he had wrung from her eased the way.
He let out a low growl as he fully seated himself inside her. “Are you all right, darling?”
She nodded and wiggled her hips a little. She put her hand on his chest. “I like it when you rumble like that. That was my fantasy in the bath. You scowled at me and told me how dirty I was and how I needed to be taken care of. Then you instructed me exactly how you would pleasure me.”
“Christ, Adeline, you will kill me with the words that spill from those lips. I will always take care to bring you pleasure. I promise. Raise your hips up.”
She did as he asked, and he began to move, pulling out and angling back inside her. “That’s it, darling, you feel so good strangling my cock.” He slid an arm under her waist, arching her back off the bed and giving him access to her breasts. His tongue laved at one, then sucked it into his hot mouth.
Adeline cried out. Her imagination didn’t hold a candle to the overwhelming sensations of being clasped in Malcolm’s embrace as he claimed her body as his. She wrapped a leg up around his flank and was rewarded with another rumble from him as he moaned against her nipple and pressed deeper inside her.
“Christ, you feel so good.” He began to pump his hips faster, almost frantically.
Was he chasing his own orgasm? She lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts, wanting to give him the kind of pleasure he’d given her. His pleasure became hers also, and she began to feel as frantic as each thrust of his hips pushed her higher and higher. And then she was flying over the cliff. Soaring as her orgasm flooded through her. Malcolm buried his face in her neck, muffling his hoarse shout as he pulsed inside her. Adeline ran her fingers through his thick hair and down his back, enjoying the weight of his body, pinning her to the bed.
His lips peppered kisses in the hollow where her neck met her shoulder. Pushing up with his hands, he captured her lips. The kiss was soft and sultry, as though he could kiss her endlessly. Adeline sighed at the pleasurable thought. Perhaps they could stay in this room forever, making love and ignoring the outside world full of thugs, awful fathers, and stolen artifacts.
Malcolm slid off her to lie on his side next to her, one heavy arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close. He nuzzled into her hair and murmured sleepily, “Mine.”
She snuggled into his warmth. How badly she wanted to be his, not just for now but for always.
Chapter Twenty-Five
As usual, Malcolmwoke with the first rays of sunshine. But this was not a usual morning because Adeline was curled next to him, her head in the crook of his shoulder, and her dark corkscrew curls spread over his chest. At some point last night, they had snuggled down under the covers. He gazed down at her profile, partially covered by tendrils of her beautiful hair. She was simply the loveliest creature he had ever set eyes on.
Last night, he had lost control of his better judgment in a fit of utter possessiveness and filled her with his seed. Never before had he allowed himself to come inside a woman. Stupid, perhaps, but he had every intention of making her his wife. Still, he felt like a cad for doing it without her consent. He had also never slept with an innocent—well except for Bridget. He’d thought her an innocent anyway. Hell. He rubbed his eyes with the back of one hand. Everything about Adeline Amberley was new territory. It was useless to compare how he felt about her to anything he used to do in the past.
Sliding his arm carefully out from underneath her head, he propped himself up on one elbow so he could better look down at her. He brushed the strands of hair from her face, but she slept on. He smiled; even her ability to sleep like a rock was endearing. Today, they would start for Bridestone Manor. According to his solicitors, he paid for a caretaker. Hopefully, the house was in livable condition. He still feared the ghosts there, but it would be a safe place for Adeline, and that was what mattered now.
Rolling out of bed, he went behind the screen to piss and use the wash basin to freshen up. When he returned he found Adeline stretching as she blinked sleepily at him. He plucked her spectacles off the nightstand, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently placed them on her nose. “There, now you can admire me properly.”
She smiled, hooking the earpieces over her ears before propping herself up on her elbows. “You look very fine in the morning, Lord Kingsbury. I quite like the view.” A giggle fell from her lips, and Malcolm’s heart turned over in his chest. No timid smile, no soft chuff, a proper girlish giggle from this reserved lady felt like the best accolade he had ever received.
He stood and spun slowly in a circle, raising his arms to the sides. “By all means, enjoy the view.”
