A wave of unadulterated pleasure spread from her and crashed into me, mixing with my own desire for her. For this. For the wish that our lives weren’t complicated by magick and war.
I kissed my way down her back and over her curves, then shifted her damp panties aside, angling my hips to slip between her legs. I slid through her heat, massaging her sweet spot with my cock. With our connection open, I could taste the red-hot desire racing through her.
It took every ounce of self-control not to bury myself inside her.
“Please,” she begged.
“Easy, my love,” I said. “Not yet.”
“Why?”
I ran my fingers over her, playing with her clit, soaking up each little moan, then dragged those same fingers across my tongue, sucking the taste of her off me.
“Because I said so.” I walked around her and put one hand on the table. “And because I’m not done with you yet.”
I shoved the dishes off the table, sending teacups and scones clattering to the ground. Porcelain shattered. I didn’t care.
“Breakingthings?” she said with a grin.
However, I was not smiling. “I’d break anything in your way.”
Her smile melted into something darker. The space between us warmed. Lifting her up by the waist, I set her on the table and eased her back until she was lying down for me. Then I plucked the moonflower from her hair and slowly dragged the soft petals down her body, starting at her lips and gliding down her neck. Between her breasts. Over the smooth line of her stomach. Watching as goosebumps rose over her skin. I let the blossom follow the lines of her body. The soft V between her thighs. The curve of her hips.
“Bastien, please,” she moaned. “I want it. I want you.”
I set the flower down. “I like it when you beg for me.” I dropped back down in the seat and set her legs over my shoulders. “Does my greedy wife want more?”
“Please.”
I licked over her lace panties with slow strokes. She was warm and wet and oh-so-sweet. She squirmed. Her nails biting into my arms. “Hold still for me. Or I’ll have to stop.”
A soft whimper left her lips as she forced herself still. “Look how good you are for me.” I slid the lace aside and found the place that made her melt. Each stroke of my tongue built the pull of desire in her. I could feel it. Inching her closer and closer to the edge.
She wanted more. Needed more. And I was going to give it to her.
I slid a finger inside her, curling it up and stroking the place that made her tremble. In and out. In and out. When she wasright there, so close to falling over the edge that I could practically taste it, I let her teeter there. Giving her just enough to keep the pleasure alive but not quite enough to send her over the edge.
“I’m so close,” Claire panted out. “Bastien, I can barely stand it.”
I did not stop until she was twisting beneath me. Ready to take me the way I wanted to fuck her.
I dragged her undergarments down. Unfastening garters as I went. Leaving nothing behind but black nylons peeling down her legs and her leather boots. Claire propped herself up on her elbows to watch me as I wrapped the wet lace strap around the base of my cock. Eyes locked, I spread her legs wider and stepped between them. My dripping tip teased her sensitive entrance, gliding back and forth across her slickness. Letting the smooth lace tease both of us.
I thought I knew what it was to be painfully hard, but for her, I ached. I needed, wanted, craved her, And I wanted to make her come all over my cock.
“Sit all the way up for me, love,” I told her. And when she did, I scooted her to the edge of the table until she was pressed up against me. Her hands bracing her weight. I took one of her legs and hiked it up on my hip. “You’ll stay just like this for me. Won’t you?”
She nodded.
“Good.” I pressed a kiss against her neck, drawing in the scent of her deep into my lungs, wanting it to become a part of me. “Because I’m about to put a baby inside you.”
As the words left my lips, I knew I was lost inside the fantasy.
“Bastien. Say that again.”
I slid inside her warm pussy until there was nothing left. She gasped and moaned and clenched down around me. So tight. So sweet. All mine. I had to will myself not to lose control. “I’m about to put a baby inside you.” I eased out of her, then thrust back in. “But you have to come for me first.”
A string ofincoherent words fell out of her mouth.
