Desperate to feel her release, he found the slit in her drawers and slid his finger deep into her. Cordelia’s inner muscles grabbed him as he stroked in and out of her.
Before long, she threw her head back and moaned his name as she came apart in his arms. Her orgasm crashing through her.
Nathaniel stilled for a moment and simply stared at her as her cuny pulsed around his finger. She really was stunning. Not a traditional beauty, certainly stunning in her own way. How had so many gentlemen overlooked her?
Perhaps they had not. Maybe she made a habit of bedding without wedding. After all, there was no need to marry a woman who gave herself so freely. The thought should turn him off, but for some God-forsaken reason, he did not care.
Nathaniel wanted her with a need so great it almost scared him. He was desperate to bury his cock in her, to touch her, kiss her, and taste more of her. The desire was greater than any he’d felt before. The need to possess her out of his control.
He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, just behind her earlobe, then whispered, “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice soft with satisfaction.
He stroked his finger inside of her cuny, the silken walls and tightness of her pushing his own desire to the brink. “Do you want more?” He asked, his own voice husky.
“Please,” she murmured the reply as she rocked against him. “I want it all. I want you.”
Her words heightened his need, and he slid his finger out of her. Nathaniel sucked her essence from his flesh as she watched.
Her eyes blazed with renewed passion, and his cock jumped, demanding to feel her. “I need to be indie you.” He reached for the fall of his breeches.
Cordelia nibbled her lower lip, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks as she spread her legs in wanton invitation.
In one swift move, he thrust his cock deep within her.
“Ah!” She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and cried out—in pain!
Nathaniel stiffened his gaze, remaining firmly on her breasts. His muscles strained with the need to move, to thrust in and out of her tight passage.
Devil take it Cordelia had been a virgin. He should say something. Sooth and comfort her. At the least, he should meet her gaze. She’d been chaste, untouched, pure. And he’d just deflowered her like a savage beast.
His mind raced. What had he done? Why had she allowed him such liberties? Should he pull out and leave her? He did not think himself capable of parting from her. Not when his body wanted her so badly.
“It is okay. I’m alright,” she said, then tentatively moved her hips. “I don’t want to stop.”
The feel of her tight little cuny squeezing and stroking him drove away all of his thoughts. He could no more resist her than one could stop a coming storm.
He pressed his lips to hers, then moved with her. Passion burned through him as he pumped in and out of her, holding her close with one arm and palming her breast with his free hand.
She arched her hips and trailed her hands down his back, over his shoulders. Sweet little moans filled the library and penetrated his soul.
Cordelia met his desire thrust for thrust, kiss for passionate kiss. And when the precipice gripped him, she went over the edge at the same time. Her long, Shapley legs shaking as her cuny quivered around him.
Nathaniel’s muscles shook as he held himself above her, one hand braced on the table while he held her in his other arm. He had never felt so sated, so drained and satisfied. He did not know what to make of it.
But he knew his responsibility.
He met her gaze, then swallowed hard. Clearing his throat, he eased out of her.
She whimpered at the loss of him, but did not stop him. Instead, she gave a sweet smile as she pulled her gown up over her breasts, then righted her skirts.
“We will marry at once,” he said, fastening his breeches.
“We will not!” She exclaimed.
He glanced up in time to see her jump from the table, blue eyes sparking.
Nathaniel raised one incredulous brow. “Of course we will. I ruined you.”
