His eyes went wide.“Then come over here and do that.”
Her legs shook as she moved to him.When she reached him, she waited for him to catch her in his arms and tug her into him, but he didn’t.He just stood there, looking down at her with eyes bright with desire.
“Touch me if you want it, Valaria,” he murmured.“I’m yours to use.”
She blinked.Use him.She had often felt used in the two years of her marriage.A toy to be thrown away when it wasn’t wanted.She didn’t want to treat another person like that, but the idea that he was hers to play with was certainly a tempting one.
She placed the flat of her palm against his chest, felt the solid, heavy thud of his heart beneath.He sucked in a breath as she dragged her hand lower, across his ribcage, down to his stomach, her fingers playing just above the waistline of his trousers.
He made a low groan, a sound of both pleasure and frustration, and she smiled at the idea that she wielded such power over such a strong man.It was heady and it made her bolder, more wanton.
She lifted her gaze to him and held his stare as she slowly flattened her palm against the front of his trousers, across the outline of his cock beneath the thick fabric.His face twisted with pleasure, with need.She unfastened the buttons of his fall front slowly and lowered the flap.His cock freed, it curled against his pelvis, hard and ready to do such wicked things to her.
She wanted those wicked things.
“Touch it,” he said, his voice strangled.“If you want it, touch it.”
She nodded and caught him in hand.Shivered at the lovely meeting of soft skin and the hardness of his desire.She stroked him once, twice, and he dropped his head back.
“Fuck,” he murmured.“My apologies, Your Grace.”
“I’ve heard the word before, Callum.”She shivered.“And I think I’d like to try just that now.”
He jerked his gaze back to her with a gasp at her boldness.“Your wish is my command.Turn around.”
She reluctantly released his cock and turned her back to him.His fingers dragged down her spine, tracing the line of buttons between her shoulders before he unfastened the first one.
“You blush when you come,” he said softly.“Did you know that?The prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.It slashes across those beautiful cheeks of yours, it disappears beneath the neckline of your gown.And I want to see how far it goes.I want to watch it make a trail down your body as you writhe under me, over me, around me.”
She reached back, catching his hip with one hand as she made a garbled moan at those wicked promises.“Please,” she gasped.
“Oh, that’s like music to my ears, Valaria,” he whispered, kissing the side of her neck, first gently and then harder until she arched back against him.He pushed her gown forward, over her shoulders, over her breasts, drawing it down away from her arms, her hips until it pooled at her feet.
Despite the fact that she was wearing a chemise, she lifted her hands out of habit, covering herself as he turned her to face him.
“Don’t hide,” he said, so gently that it almost brought tears to her eyes.“I want to see you.All of you at last.”
She drew a few long breaths, trying and failing to calm a racing heart.Then she let her hands fall away from herself and ducked her head as he looked at her.
“My God, you are beautiful,” he murmured as he reached out to cup her shoulder.His fingers played along the thin strap of her chemise for a moment before he looped them beneath it and slowly glided downward.
She caught her breath when her chemise slid over her breast and he lifted his hand to the other side to reveal her from the waist up.His pupils were dilated to almost entirely black as he stared at her, his lips parted, his breath short.
“I am going to worship,” he said as he slid the chemise the rest of the way down to join her dress at her feet.“this spectacular body, Valaria.”
Had she ever been worshipped before?The answer came swiftly and brought unpleasant memories with it, which she shoved away.This was all that mattered.This man and this moment.
He caught her hips and kissed her as he slowly walked her backwards to the bed.He lifted her to the edge and backed away, unbuckling and removing her slippers, then carefully untying her garters and rolling her stockings away.
She was naked.He was naked.And they stared at each other, equally hungry at the prospect of what they could do to each other in this quiet room where no one would dare interfere.
He stepped forward, pushing his hips between her thighs, forcing her to open to give him space.But he didn’t take.Not yet, even when she lifted to him.He cupped her breasts instead, filling his big hands with both of them, smoothing his thumbs over her light brown nipples, plucking the tips.
“Sensitive,” he whispered when she gave a garbled moan in response.“Lovely.”
He bent his head and kissed the inside curve of her breast, sucking a little trail to the nipple he’d been touching.He licked, then tugged it into his mouth as she drove her fingers into his thick hair with a soft cry of pleasure.
He responded by sucking harder and sliding his opposite hand down her side to cup her hip and drag her against him so they were pressed tightly together.He began to rock against her as he switched his mouth to her opposite nipple.He didn’t claim her, but he ground so that she could feel him, could feel herself becoming more sensitive and ready.She let out needy moans in the quiet around them, she lifted into him shamelessly and surrendered to his touch.
