“All right,” Godric whispered against her lips. “I will give you exactly what you seek.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nora squirmed in Godric’s arms, her breathing becoming erratic as he kissed her even harder.
It felt as though her lungs were filling with fire rather than air, consuming her from the inside out as his hands roamed up and down her body. He caressed and traced each and every curve, gripping the soft swell of her buttocks and nuzzling against her bosom before he began to tug at her clothes.
The promise of what was to come made her eager and receptive, and she arched into his heated touch, moaning during their shared kisses, taking everything he was ready to give her in stride. Now that she was here, in his embrace, receiving the bits of his affection and attention he was willing to give away in this moment, Nora had become all too aware of how much she had yearned for him.
She did not know how she had managed to go days without the insistent press of his lips on hers, could not remember why she had been angry with him the week before.
All she knew were the waves of desire threating to pull her beneath until she was smothered and sated.
“Despite how much you love to rile me up, I am in awe of how beautiful you are, each time I lay my eyes on you,” Godric whispered, running his nose along the curve of her jaw, leaving wet kisses along the column of her neck. “Every time our paths cross, it takes everything in me not to bend you over my knee and discipline you until you have learned not to cross me. And then I want to take you, again and again until my name becomes a prayer on your lips and yours has been forgotten.”
Nora felt a sudden flash of desperation sink into her and she clutched at his clothes, scared that like before, he would simply leave her wanting. As though he read her mind, Godric smirked and leaned down to kiss her, each brush of their lips together eating away at the thoughts in her head. In moments, all that was left was her desire and the awareness of the growing wetness beneath her legs.
“Do not worry, princess. I promised that I would give you what you needed. You did really well today, and you deserve to be rewarded.” Godric told her softly, using the hand that was braced at the base of her neck to pull her in for another kiss.
As his mouth moved hotly against hers, she felt him tug loose the ribbon that had been used to tie her hair back. He pulled back suddenly and when she tried to chase after him, he pressed his thumb to her lips and tutted.
“Patience, princess. Let me take care of you.”
His words left a trail of warmth all over her insides and as she tried to open her eyes, she felt something soft settle over them and a knot being tied behind her head. Nervously, she reached up to touch the blindfold, her heart skipping a beat when he took hold of her hand and pressed a to her knuckles.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice sounding even deeper now that she could not see him.
Nora wished she did not. She wished that some part of her was closed off to him and his advances, that she could resist him or ignore the parts of her that had begun to long for him for days on end.
But in truth, she was gradually becoming exactly what he had claimed her to be on that night at the dinner party.
His to ruin.
“I do,” she sighed after a few seconds.
“Good. Now, let me take care of you,” he repeated.
Without her sight, everything felt a lot more… intense. She was nervous, so much that her wild heartbeat seemed to echo in her head. And she was overly aware of every sensation – each press of his lips to her neck, the scrape of his teeth over her nipple as his tongue rolled around it and tugged as he sucked. As his hands pushed up the skirts of her dress, she felt incrediblyexposed, but also overwhelmed by the need boiling over within her.
“Oh, look at you,” he exhaled, trailing a finger experimentally from her hip down her thigh, only to dip between her legs. “So lovely. So hungry. So needy.”
“Your Grace –”
“My name, princess. If you want something, ask for it properly. Use my name and I will give you everything you’d ever dreamed of.”
Nora tried not to squirm as his fingers circled her entrance, her legs trying not to close and trap him there.
“G-Godric… please… more.”
She could hear the smile in his voice as he drew closer, his breath hot against her face as he said,
“Of course. Anything for you, my dear.”
And then he pressed his finger deeply.
Nora gasped, her hips bucking off the soft blankets that covered the floors in a reflexive bid to escape the sudden rush of pleasure. But she did not get far. He placed a hand on her hipand held her down as he pulled his finger out and thrust it back into her.
She moaned, clawing at the blankets as he set a harsh pace moments later, adding another finger before he began to work it in and out of her. Nora writhed beneath him, desperate and weak in the face of her pleasure he continued to deliver, her lips parting beneath his in a way that was almost hungry.
