Chapter 23
“Your Miss Kingsbury certainly never fails to surprise, does she?” Davien remarked dryly to Cosette as they returned to her chamber to gather a few items for the journey to the gypsy camp.
The plan was that Charlotte and Cosette would ride in the carriage with Quinn as their driver, now that he had recovered enough to take on the journey, under the pretense that they were a lady and her maid on their way to visit relatives. On the way, one of their horses would ‘throw a shoe,’ which their coachman would take into the nearby village to repair, leaving them stranded along the road near the encampment. Davien would remain out of sight in the form of the crow, but would be nearby in case trouble occurred.
Cosette only laughed. “She has her moments. I rather thought it quite brilliant of her to suggest that you turn into a horse and help pull the coach.”
“I found that far from humorous.” His gaze stalked her from across the room. “And you are a rather saucy wench for bringing it up again.”
Cosette turned to the wardrobe in the guise of trying to select an appropriate gown to wear that evening when they set out, but really, she was just trying to suppress a grin. Charlotte’s comment certainly had gotten under his skin.
As she lifted her hand to touch a gown in striped silk, Cosette suddenly gasped. She saw the shadows drifting in her peripheral vision, and felt Blackburn’s warm breath on the nape of her neck before he actually spoke. “You wouldn’t be attempting to laugh at my expense would you, darling Cosette?”
Her heart was pounding, threatening to break free from her chest. It had been so long since she had been this intimate with Davien that she had nearly forgotten the intensity of the magnetism around them.
He stood at her back, although he was careful not to stand too close. His hands slowly came around her front and began to unbutton the banyan. When it was done, he peeled away the layers just enough that he could cup her breasts beneath the thin layer of her chemise. She moaned when he flicked his thumbs across her erect nipples.
She knew that he was just as affected as she was, for his voice was husky when he said, “I’ve missed touching you here.” He kissed the nape of her neck, causing a shiver to travel up her spine, colliding with the sensation of his mouth teasing the sensitive skin there. “I’ve missed kissing you here.” He moved to her left ear and sucked gently on the lobe. “And here.”
He removed the banyan from her body, letting it fall to the floor in a discarded heap. His left hand continued to play with her breasts, touching, squeezing, while his right hand traveled down past her ribcage, the indention of her waist, the flare of her hip. Here he paused and brought up the fabric of her shift.
The cool air hit her legs, causing Cosette to suck in a breath, but it wasn’t from the chill, but the anticipation of what Davien might do next. She could feel his manhood, eager and ready, where it pressed against her backside, but he made no move to enter her. Only let his fingers travel across her exposed stomach, and down, down, until he reached that bundle of nerves at her core.
At the first flick of his finger, she sighed. “But most of all, my dear, Cosette,” he rasped against her ear. “I’ve missed being inside of you.”
With that, he plunged a finger into her depths.
Cosette splayed her hands out on the wood of the wardrobe, helpless, a slave to her desire for Davien. He continued his assault on her senses, thrusting and retreating, teasing and tormenting, until finally, she came apart in his arms. She shook as warm pleasure traveled through her limbs, her torso, turning her blood to liquid fire.
When the storm had subsided, Davien removed his hand and let her shift fall. Only then did he allow her to turn around. He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose, and then he started to move away.
She grabbed his shirt. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done.”
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Davien felt his cock kick eagerly in his trousers, straining to be free. “I don’t want to hurt you, Cosette. I felt your pleasure and that is enough for me.”
Her dark eyes shone. “But you’re not the only one in the room.”
She laid a hand on his chest, and began to lead him backward. When his legs hit the edge of her bed, she didn’t stop until he was sitting down. She lifted the hem of her shift and drew it over her head, tossing it aside.
“Cosette—”
She laid a finger over his mouth. “I want you, Davien,” she said softly. “Please don’t deny us this moment.”
There was nothing she could have said that would have made him react—except this. He reached down and undid the front of his trousers. His manhood stood proud and erect between them. “Put your arms around my neck,” he instructed.
She obediently did as he asked. When he lifted her hips and placed her on his rigid length, she looked at him uncertainly. “Like this?”
As her tight center slid onto his length, he groaned. “Oh, yes. Just like that.”
When he bucked his hips, grinding their bodies together completely, her eyes widened, darkening with arousal. “Hold on for the ride, Cosette.”
He grasped her hips and set a pace that was rough and reckless, but he could tell it was what they both wanted, what they both needed. She tilted her head back, exposing that creamy neck, while her dark hair flowed to his fingertips. Her breasts quivered in time to his every movement, her wet core drenching his cock, as he drove deep, again and again and again.
When she cried out her pleasure a second time, he absorbed each pulse of her body. As she was drifting back to earth, his muscles contracted, preparing for the release that was building inside of him. When it came, it brought a powerful force that seemed to go on for an eternity. He let it flow through him, around him, and poured every inch of himself into her beautiful body.
It was heaven on earth.
