‘Oh, I need to see you,’ he breathed.‘Now.’
As Lorelei pulled his shirt over his head, he wrestled with her nightgown.He’d stripped her before she could finish with him.Then the two of them pulled his laces, tugged his boots off, and guided limbs from sleeves and hems.His pectorals flexed beneath the even dusting of hair, darker the lower it went, thinning into a line that ran from his navel down between the soft V where torso met hip.
His body looked wild.Felt wild.Lorelei tucked her fingers into his waistband and slid it open.His trousers pooled at his feet, and the thin line expanded into the thatch of hair surrounding his cock.
When she ran a fingertip along his hard shaft, it twitched a little.Should she tell him he was bigger than William?So much bigger, in a way that both scared her and made her ache.
‘Can I watch?’she asked.
‘Watch?What do you want to watch?’
‘I want to see you…’ Lorelei bit her lip and buried her face in the curve of his neck.
Tillman jostled her.‘What do you want to watch?’
‘I want to watch as you…defile me.’The last words came as a guilty whisper, hoarse with apology.Yet, even saying them aloud made a rawness race beneath her skin.
His gaze flicked, his eyes darting down her naked body, then up again.His lips twisted in a wry smile, his forehead creasing as he raised his brows.She couldn’t tell if he was angry or offended, but heavens, the thought of seeing his cock enter her made her tight with desire.
‘Defileyou?Because I am common.And you are not.’
As his words filled the space between them, dry as dust, he ran his palm over her hips and stooped a little to rub between her legs, along her slit.Then he slipped two fingers inside her until his knuckles pushed against bone.He withdrew before slipping into her again.Nipped her ear.‘You want to watch my common cock enter you.’Warm breath sent gooseflesh over her skin, his lips nipping a trail downwards.‘As I make the duchess my lover.As I take you like a wench.Is that what you want to see?’
Again, he stroked inside of her, then the length of her slit, before teasing at her nub.
‘Have I offended you?’she managed to ask between gasps.
He chuckled.‘I know you too well to be offended.’His wry grin twitched, morphing into laughter.‘I would like to watch that, too.’He sat on the bed and swung so he was leaning back against the wooden headboard.‘Sit astride me.’
Lorelei climbed over him, settling her knees either side of his waist.The firm curves of his chest flexed and tightened as she adjusted her posture.Open to him, the cooler air of the room only made her heat more acute, more desperate.He reached across to the small side table and moved his candle closer.Straw-yellow light spilled into the cavity between them.Tillman gripped her thighs, and she shifted until her body curved around the obscenity of their nakedness, his hard cock almost touching the curls between her legs.
‘When you are ready.’His lips twitched again.‘Duchess.’
Why did it melt her to hear him say the title he’d called her by a thousand times before?Was it that it made the old distance between them farcical, as they faced each other, fully exposed?Lorelei held his cock, guided it between her thighs, and wriggled until she found a position to suit.She had to bend her neck as she raised herself to see properly… Then the sight of his crown spreading her lips took over.The relief of his soft head inside her, of his shaft pushing into her, quenching her thirst, filling her so damn thickly—it brought forth a wicked groan from her and a soft grunt from him.
‘Can you see?’she asked, with just a flick of her gaze to where he was licking his lips.
‘I can,’ he growled.‘Can you?’
She nodded.‘I want to watch that again,’ she said, braver, bolder, and raised herself until only the tip of him was still inside her.She slid down his length again, this time taking his shaft a little deeper.
He tilted his head to watch.‘Does that feel good for you?’He groaned.‘Can you manage more?All of me?’
She nodded, determined to be as accommodating as a whore, as satisfying as a mistress.Anyone except a pretty princess who blushed at winks and stilted words.Her knees pressed into the hard mattress as she widened, thighs quivering with the effort of holding her pose.Bracing herself against the headboard, she raised herself up fully, then lowered herself, slow and languid, until she settled across his lap and he filled her so deep her skin burnt where she stretched around him.
Tillman’s throaty groan rumbled through his chest.‘If I didn’t love you before, I do now.Stay there a moment.Let me enjoy you.’
He trailed a rough finger along her nape and through the valley above her collarbone.He tipped her to take a nipple in his mouth, then traced the white stretch marks around her hips.‘You are so beautiful.Now ride me.’He raised his hips, and she rolled with his movement.The point where his body met hers exploded with pleasure, and she tipped her head back with a moan and fell into his rhythm.
Tillman fucked with his entire body.Not just with his thrusting hips and slightly bent knees.He held her in positions that suited, shifted his feet, and finally flipped her so that he could thrust into her as he supported himself above her, his biceps taut with the effort.All of him moved, and he demanded every part of her, not just the hole where he shoved his cock.He hooked her knees over his shoulders and compressed her, reaching to kiss her.Her calves cried out with the effort, even as her quim tingled and begged for more.He rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips so that she was kneeling on all fours, thumping into her as if he could plough her into the pillows.Ecstasy pooled in all her crevices, spreading through her veins, into her heart, her lungs, until it exploded with such force, she thought she might shatter.She collapsed, whimpering his name into the cotton.He withdrew, rolled her over, and pushed his face between her legs.‘Let me taste that,’ he rasped, and the relentless hardness of his body was replaced with his exploratory tongue as he ate her like a starved man.Everything felt so good that it hurt, and soon she was twisting the sheets into her palms, writhing as he pinned her with just his mouth.Soon, another blubbering stream of moans and his stammered name burst from her lips as she bucked against his face.Forget the civility of a wench—she was nothing but an animal, chasing the next sensation, the next pulse, the next purr of his voice as he coaxed another cry from her, another surge of pleasure.‘You feel so good around my cock,’ he praised her, and she moaned a little louder as he spread her thighs and entered her again.He moved faster now, each thrust more selfish.‘I’m going to spend.’
Lorelei pressed her nails into his back.How she wanted to feel him enjoy her, to share his crisis.And it had taken so long to fall pregnant that first time.It was so very unlikely that it would happen again now she was older, but if she was to fall with child out of wedlock… Oh, the scandal.The shattered reputation.The absolute annihilation of a name.
It was a risk too far.She couldn’t.
‘You can’t.We can’t,’ she panted, closing her eyes against his groan of disappointment.‘Finish in my mouth instead.Still inside me.’
It was the most debauched phrase she’d ever spoken, and as Tillman withdrew from her and straddled her torso, his knees either side of her chest, a bud of doubt flared.Could she?She had never taken a man like this before, but her body yearned to be completely unleashed.She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.He grazed his knuckles over her chin.
