The practical side of him knew that was impossible.In this day you couldn’t keep a person locked away no matter what the reason and to do so would drive her from him.’Twas why he allowed her to return to work on the morrow.Thoughallowedprobably wasn’t the right word.He’d accepted the inevitable.Madelaine wouldn’t turn her back on her responsibilities to her father or to Lucheux.It made him proud of her in a twisted sort of way.Although it ate at him like acid that she felt obligated to a cur like Etienne Lucheux.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down so their lips met.Letting loose the full force of his desire, he devoured her mouth in the most carnal, exquisite kiss he had ever experienced.’Twas nothing like he had ever felt in all his long years and ’twould be like no other to come.
Her glorious dark hair spread out beneath her, a veil slithering across the dark blue of his bedding.He still didn’t know why she returned to him or what role she would play in the future when it came to the treasure.At this point it mattered not.All that mattered was she would finally be his in all ways and he would never again let her go.
His hands trailed from her throat to her breasts, his gaze helpless but to follow the movement.His ragged breaths caught in his throat.If he didn’t have her this night he would surely die.
She arched her back, lifting her breasts to him.As an offering?A gift?Mon Dieu,he didn’t care.He slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked the front closure of her brassiere, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts he’d ever had the luxury of laying eyes upon.
“Magnifique,”he murmured.
She cried out when his wet mouth touched her breast, and anchored his head to her.’Twasn’t as if he had any desire to move anyway.
His member ached.He had never been so hard or ready so fast in his life.He tamped down on the craving to take her hard and fast.To brand her so she would always be his.They had all night and as far as he was concerned, the rest of her life.No need to hurry.Although his body rebelled at the thought.He unsnapped her jeans and pushed them off her hips and down her legs.Her moans were torture for his aching body.So much so he feared he would embarrass himself and spill his seed without even a touch from her.But he held tight and willed himself away from the brink as he touched the moist curls at the juncture of her thighs.
She stilled and her breathing stopped momentarily.Christien continued his explorations, continued his suckling of first one breast before moving to the other until slowly, bit by bit, her thighs relaxed beneath him and fell apart.
“Christien.”
He pulled away from her nipple and stared down at the glistening breast, wet from his open-mouthed kisses.“What, my love?Tell me what you want.”
“Nothing.Just Christien.”
He smiled, the primitive part of him he kept closed off relishing the fact he’d addled her mind.
Her head fell to the side and her eyes drifted closed.Her breathing was harsh and uneven, the color in her face high.He touched the button hidden by her folds and she cried out, her hips coming off the bed.She clenched handfuls of the duvet as she bucked against his hand.He rubbed first with one finger, then two as she whimpered, her legs restlessly opening and closing.He watched her face, enthralled by the expressions crossing it, especially when he slid a third finger inside her.He nearly came undone when her body opened up for him, the tight muscles contracting around him.He moaned.His hips pumped against the bed as the pressure inside him built to a frenzied need.
Her breathing changed and her eyes flew open.“Chris—”
“Let it go, my love.”
“I can’t…” She was panting, holding herself back.He applied more pressure.“I want you inside me.”
He smiled, not letting up even though her head was whipping back and forth.What sort of lovers had she had in the past who only gave her one orgasm?The thought of other lovers had the warrior in him rising, the jealousy all-consuming until he shoved it away.It mattered not who came before him, only that he was her last and only lover from now until God took her from him again.
She cried out and he pushed his finger up inside her, feeling the first contractions of her passageway.She bore down, a keening cry ripped from inside her and the contractions gave way to fierce spasms.Her knees locked and her toes curled and still she kept crying out, the spasms coming faster and harder.He continued to apply more pressure, forcing her toward another completion.
Her eyes shot open, unfocused, amazed.’Twas obvious she had never found completion twice in a row.He was glad he was the first to give her that at least.
He kept it up, pulling back when she was on the brink of another then letting it build again until his fingers cramped, and still he would not relent.He was mesmerized, enthralled, spellbound watching her.His member was heavy and aching, the pressure nearly unbearable, the need to be inside her driving him wild.
When he was on the very edge of his control, he withdrew his fingers, unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper.He shoved his pants down, boxers and all and entered her.She was so wet he slid right in with nary a problem.Her wetness dripped out of her, coating his bollocks.He paused and hung his head, willing her not to move.One more thrust and he would lose it and that was the last thing he wanted.The first time he made love to her, he wanted it to last.
He groaned.Mon Dieu,she was everything he had ever wished for.He grazed her neck with his teeth, tasting the sweetness of her skin and the saltiness of her sweat.
She touched his cheek and he opened his eyes to see her looking up at him, love shining from the amber depths.He’d pushed her hard.Sweat gleamed on her brow, her skin flushed a rosy hue and her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.She was glorious.More than he’d ever hoped for.A miracle.
Her smile was mischievous as she contracted her inner muscles, squeezing him.
“Minx,” he growled.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t want this to end.”
Her expression softened.Her fingers feathered across his face.“There will be many more times.I promise.”
He blinked against the sudden pressure behind his eyes, still afraid she’d be taken from him as swiftly as she’d arrived.
