“‘Lady X parted her thighs and gave the dark knight the greatest treasure she could give,’” I said, struggling to get the words out of my tight throat.
Rich laughter met my teasing, and he lifted his head, his mouth seeking mine once more. I kissed him without restraint,my tongue darting into his mouth. He slanted his lips, the silky length of his tongue dueling with mine. I loved his playful manner, the nervousness leaving me in a rush.
He pulled me down to his chest with a strong arm and flipped me onto my back. I stared up at him and stretched my arms over my head, aching for him to pay homage to my breasts once more.
Smoky eyes locked with mine as he tugged the gown off my hips, leaving me naked. He stripped his robe off, exposing the thick muscles of his chest and shoulders. The sheer beauty of his form held me enthralled.
“‘The dark knight accepted her generous gift and vowed he would always treasure it, for Lady X tempted him like no other woman. She was his light, his moon, his stars.’” He kissed his way down my belly, each press of his mouth a bit of heaven.
I licked plump lips, each word a boon to my pride. “And you told me you couldn’t write.”
He knelt between my legs, his palms pushing my knees apart until I had no more secrets from him. “You inspire me.”
Kendrick was a dynamic man who drew me in with a simple touch.
Dexterous hands clasped my bottom as he licked a path along my cunny. Sensation hit me, each stroke of his tongue stealing more than my breath. I tangled my fingers into the thick strands of his hair, unable to keep my hips still.
The sensations continued to build. I wanted to touch him in return, except the pleasure eclipsed everything. He inserted a finger into my body, and I latched onto it with my inner muscles. Soon, he would make me his wife, filling me with his cock, just like in the works I had read. My mother had been blunt about coupling for the first time and begged me not to judge my husband too harshly if I suffered undo pain. It was to be expected.
My husband was seeing to my needs first, and I was grateful for his generosity. The books I had read were eye-opening, but most were about two men. My other lover would join us at midnight. The memory of Colt and Kendrick pleasuring each other added to my burning need.
The pleasure in my core increased until I rolled my head on the pillow, my hips grinding into his talented mouth. I was the most fortunate woman to find such a generous man. The dam broke as my cunny erupted with pleasure. It was more intense than I recalled, every inch of me alive. I shook from its force, collapsing back onto the bed, panting.
“‘The dark knight ... looked deep into her eyes as he claimed his bride ...’” He climbed up my body until we were chest to chest.
His cock lay cradled against my cunny, soft skin over hardened flesh. I had seen him aroused before, but I hadn’t been able to touch him. My fingers drifted down the muscles of his back, the tips exploring the heavy sinew. His art had honed his body to perfection, and I flattened my palms on his lower back, itching to touch every inch of him. “‘Lady X bid the dark knight take his pleasure in payment for the pleasure he brought to her.’”
Sultry eyes met mine before he guided his cock into me. A new excitement took hold, except it wasn’t one of passion but of connection. He buried his face in my neck and sank deep into my weeping channel.
The effects of my earlier release helped dull the discomfort of losing my virginity. I waited for him to move, but he remained still. He lifted his head and met my inquiring gaze. Desire etched lines on his forehead, along with concern for my welfare. My heart grew lighter with love for him.
I trailed my palms from his back to his bottom and nipped at his firm jaw. “‘Lady X grew impatient with the dark knight’srefusal to do her bidding in a timely manner. ‘Ignore her at your peril, knave,’ she said in her sternest voice.’”
“‘As you wish, Lady X.’” He rolled his hips, and with each thrust, my distress dissipated. I looped my arm around his neck, my mouth seeking his parted one. He kissed me with slow, lingering kisses, each matching the rhythm of his cock as the kindling continued to ignite.
For the moment, we moved as one, with me parrying each of his thrusts. He drifted a hand between us, his fingertip finding the nub between my legs and working his brand of magic on the eager flesh.
The kisses turned from sultry to downright desperate. Instinct told me he was nearing the end, and I wished to drive him over the edge. I dug my heels into the mattress and rocked into his forward movement, unabashed by my own need, when it hit me once more. I cried out, the sensations shooting from both inside and out.
Kendrick clasped my hips, his strong body bowed, every muscle in high relief before he collapsed onto the bed beside me.
What a magnificent man I married.
Joy encompassed my entire being. He pulled me against his hard frame, and I curled next to him, unable and unwilling to move any farther. There was nowhere else I would rather be. My hand splayed on his chiseled waist; I listened as his breathing slowed. The ship rocked, and I could hear the sound of a foghorn off the starboard bow.
My body was in a state of deep relaxation, and I fought sleep. “Lady X is finding it difficult to remain awake. Will her gift be waking her when it is delivered?”
He traced a lazy path along my bare shoulder with his thumb, his temple pressed to mine. “The dark knight never reveals his secrets. However, he will concede to his own need for rest to prepare for the gift-giving ceremony.”
“An entire ceremony? It must be a grand gift, indeed.” I traced my finger along the depression of his ribcage. He’d a trail of hair that ran down his stomach to his cock. Thickly muscled thighs covered in dark hair were spread out on the mattress.
Kendrick personified masculinity and cut a magnificent figure, all angled muscles, and stimulating planes. As much as I wanted to drink in the sight of him, my eyelids grew heavy, and I closed them. I was aware of him placing the linens over me.
“It is the kind of gift you deserve, Lady Lillian,” he said, holding me tight.
Secure in his embrace, I vowed to remember this night. I had known that I loved him before, but now I was deeply, hopelessly in love with my husband. It was exhilarating but bittersweet. I prayed one day he could return my affections. Regardless, I had vowed to stand by his side through the good and the bad. He was my husband, my friend, and my lover.
And in a few short hours, my other lover would join us. Colt was a complication I hadn’t anticipated. Even the thought of him leaving bore a hole in my chest. He was a part of my life, the same as Kendrick. In my mind, the two were often inseparable. Except he had his own destiny to follow.
