He saw her eyes widen at his stern tone, her lips parting on a sensual breath. By some stroke of luck, Jeannette had put them in the seraglio, the heart of his wife’s sexual fantasies…and his own. For he yearned for her surrender as much as she yearned for his claim.
Especially now. When his world was in chaos, he had to know that he could be certain in this. The need to establish his control, to feel her submission, burned in him.
To his everlasting satisfaction, her hands fell obediently to her sides.
He took off her clothes, layer by layer, stripping her bare. Doing to her what she did to him. When she was as naked as he felt, all thoughts save pleasure fled his mind. He looked at his treasure with covetous eyes and knew he was the wealthiest man alive.
He ran his hands over her silken curves, her sensual shiver pumping blood into his already stiff cock. So responsive, his queen. When he touched her pussy, his satisfaction grew.
“My slave is already drenched with dew,” he said silkily. “Do you want to come, Gabriella? Ask me nicely, and I might help you.”
Charmingly flustered, she asked, “Please, would you make me come?”
She gasped as he spun her around, pulled her generous backside against his hard, clothed form. With one hand, he swept aside her hair, his lips skimming the graceful curve of her neck. He’d discovered how much she liked to be stimulated there, his kisses, licks, and nips eliciting throaty moans. With his other hand, he rubbed her cunny, alternating feather-light caresses with sinuous circles upon her sensitive nub. She was so close he knew she wouldn’t last long.
Sure enough, her thighs began to quiver. He drove two fingers into her tight passage. Her quim sucked at him, fierce hungry pulls that caused his prick to jerk in envy. He stirred his fingers inside her, setting his teeth on the tender juncture of her neck and shoulder, holding her captive as she came to a trembling climax.
He wound her fiery hair around his fist and said in her ear, “Now that I’ve seen to your pleasure, you will see to mine. With your mouth, I think. That warm, wet hole that takes my cock so nicely.”
Her shudder of excitement matched his own. Since that first time in the sparring room, Gabriella had performed fellatio upon him regularly, showing a wanton enthusiasm for sucking his cock. A good thing since he was an equally enthusiastic recipient. She turned to face him, sinking slowly to her knees upon the blue mattress, her eyes never leaving his as he disrobed.
When he was naked, he fisted his rearing shaft. He frigged himself slowly, pre-seed dribbling from his flaring crown as he looked upon his wife’s uplifted face. She glowed with love and passion, his adoring goddess and eager queen.
“Place your hands on my thighs,” he said huskily. “Open your mouth for me.”
This was a little different from what they’d practiced before, but tonight he wanted full control. His desire to claim her transcended rationality and emotion. Pure need burned in the part of him that, if he were a spiritual man, he’d call his soul.
When her red lips parted, he slid himself home.
God,God, this was fine.
His hands tangling in her hair, he held her still while he thrust himself through heaven’s gates. He went deeper with each pass, judging how much she could take since she’d yielded that privilege to him. Her palms twitched against his thighs, the wet sounds of her sucking adding to his lustful frenzy. He shoved more aggressively, and she moaned not in protest but encouragement, her throat relaxing even more. Tears gathered and fell from her shining eyes, the jewels of her commitment and effort.
He buried his full length into her giving warmth, grunting when he butted her throat. Her muscles surrounded him, the spasming reflex that never failed to drive him mad. But he was too close now to enjoy more of that decadent squeeze and release, his stones swelling with unstoppable pressure. He loosened his hold on her hair, intending to pull out before it was too late.
To his surprise and bloody delight, her hands shot to his buttocks, holding him where he was. Her delicate fingernails bit into the steely ridges of his arse, telling him that she wanted him to continue, that she wantedallof him. With surging pride, he gave her what she wanted. As he thrust deeper and deeper, his mind blurred with pleasure, with the dawning recognition of who of the two of them was truly enslaved…
His spine bowing, he groaned as he shot thick, scalding jets down her throat. She took it all, continuing to gently suck and lick while he emptied his seed. When he withdrew from her, he was still hard, glistening with her kisses, and nowhere near done.
He tumbled her onto the mattress, fusing his mouth to hers. The taboo taste of his seed upon his lady’s lips sent a jolt up his spine. Gripping her hips, he drove inside her, grunting when her pussy closed around him like a silken fist.
“You’re ready again?” she asked in breathless surprise.
Her hair was a fiery fan against the peacock silk. Her arms were splayed above her head, a pose of sweet surrender. Her eyes shone with the purity of her love, her lips with the wantonness of her desire. Her beauty branded itself upon his brain; even if he lived to be a hundred, he knew that he’d never forget this moment.
“Again and again,” he growled. “I’ll never get enough of you, Gabriella.”
She moaned as he set about proving the truth of his claim.
33
The next day,Gabby awoke alone in her own bed. She had a moment’s disorientation before she remembered how she’d arrived there. After their intense lovemaking at Mrs. Wilde’s, Adam had brought her home. He’d carried her up to bed…and taken her again. And again. He’d been insatiable, leading her through a sexual marathon, and she’d loved every moment of it.
Yet now that the bliss had faded to pleasurable twinges, reminders of the night’s excesses, she found herself unsettled. She couldn’t put a finger on why she felt that way: Adam had declared his love for her and demonstrated it with ardent virility. Even so, a part of her was still reeling. From what she’d learned about her husband’s past…and the fact that he’d kept all those secrets hidden from her foryears.
Now that Gabby knew about Jessabelle, she understood why her husband hadn’t wanted to divulge the tragedy of his first marriage. The experience had left him scarred and made it difficult for him to trust again. Truth be told, she ought to count herself lucky that she’d somehow broken through the fortress that guarded his heart.
Nonetheless, in the light of day, questions assailed her.
