Devin did as she commanded, her willing servant, and nearly lost his mind when she started to unbutton his trousers. He watched as she freed his aching cock, but when she bent down and took his length into her mouth completely, he had to resist the overwhelming urge to come right then. Instead, he gave a low hiss. “Constance…”
She didn’t reply but continued to torture him with each suck and lick from that glorious mouth. Just as he was on the brink of release, she sat up. “Not yet.” Her green eyes were bright as she straddled him with one leg on either side of him. When she positioned him at her entrance and slowly sank down on him, Devin was lost.
He no longer had any control as she began to move, any hope of holding himself back was useless as the sensation of her wet heat surrounded him. He grasped her hips, his eyes fixated on her face right until the moment her core trembled around his cock. Her head was thrown back in rapture as she cried out his name and it was enough to send him over the edge. With a guttural shout, he emptied everything he had inside of her. Unlike before, this time he held nothing back because he knew that there would never be anyone else for him.
Once Devin caught his breath, he sat up and embraced her. They were no longer joined, but she was still on his lap. As he cradled her within the circle of his arms, he temporarily closed his eyes, just to enjoy the sensation of having her there. Everything that he’d ever suffered before had been worth it for this tender moment.
“I’m forty years of age.”
Devin pulled back and looked at her, those shining green eyes still swirling with pleasure and her strawberry-blond hair in slight disarray around her face. “And more beautiful than any woman twenty years younger.”
She laughed. “Don’t be nonsensical. I’m nearly a decade older than you.”
He shrugged. “And?”
She turned serious. “I’m past my childbearing years.”
While Devin would have loved to carry a daughter around on his shoulders that had Constance’s green eyes, he kissed her lightly on the lips. “All I need is you. Besides, I’m not sure I would be a very good father.”
She placed a hand on his chest. “I disagree. And you should have the chance if you want it.” She sighed. “I don’t want you to have any regrets—”
“Listen to me very closely.” He held her face immobile. “The only regret I would ever have is letting you go. And you can rest assured that is not going to happen.”
Now that her ardor had cooled, the doubts that Constance had held on to so tightly came rushing back with a vengeance. She desperately wanted to believe in Devin, she prayed that he was telling the truth, but so many of her previous lovers had disappointed her in the past. They promised her the moon and the stars—until they tired of her company. And something told her if Devin did the same, she would be devastated.
Destroyed.
But instead of dwelling on an uncertain future with a broken heart, she didn’t want anything to mar this moment. She wound her arms around his neck. “Thank you for a wonderful birthday,” she said sincerely.
He kissed her softly on the lips. “Now you just have to make it through the metamorphosis ball tomorrow night.”
She groaned and then bit her lower lip anxiously. “I nearly forgot about it already. Perhaps Lady Blessington will understand if I cry off…”
“Don’t you dare!” She blinked at the vehemence in Devin’s tone. “You worked hard to make this event a smashing success. You need to go and enjoy it.”
“Aren’t you concerned about Granelli? What he might do?”
He rolled his eyes. “Granelli might be the leader of an underground gang, but even he isn’t stupid enough to try to invade a society ball and take the risk of insulting a duke. He would be in the noose within a week.”
She exhaled heavily. “I suppose you’re right. I just don’t want to take any unnecessary chances.”
He grinned. “Are you that worried about me, sweetheart?”
She smacked him on the arm. “Be serious. Do you want another gunshot wound? It might be fatal this time.”
Devin’s expression sobered. “I won’t let him win, Constance. If it takes me the rest of my days, I will end his reign over London.”
The image of him leaping over rooftops and dodging chimneys with a cape and mask caused her lips to twitch. “I suppose instead of the Mysterious Marauder, you could become the Masked Avenger.”
He lifted a brow. “And will you be my prize at the end of the day?”
She straightened, rubbing the tips of her breasts against his chest. “I might consider it.”
His eyes darkened to molten chocolate and Constance wanted nothing more than to lose herself in those depths forever.
As his lips found hers once more, she gave herself over to the wonder of their combined passion.
The next morning, Devin slipped out of Constance’s bed and donned his trousers. Gathering the rest of his clothes, he looked back at her one last time, resisting the urge to climb back into bed and wake her up with a scorching kiss. His cock was certainly up for the task. It throbbed with eager energy, even though they had come together once more during the night.
