“Oui. Oui.” Her words were barely discernible between her breaths.
Pressing his mouth to her once more, he sucked gently as he moved his fingers, deepening his suction with every thrust.
Her cries grew louder until she tightened around his fingers and a scream filled the room.
He looked up to see her come apart for him. Her lithe body arched and strained while he continued moving his fingers within her, watching her until she let go of his shoulders and forcefully lifted his head.
Happiness settled over him like a warm blanket. He grinned, knowing well that her body was over sensitized from his skills. Waiting, he remained still, content where he was until her breathing slowed and her body grew limp. Then, without warning, he licked at her release.
“Oh.” Her head came off the pillow as she looked at him wide-eyed.
He crawled up her body until he covered her. His hard erection pressed against one of her thighs as he kept himself leveraged on his elbows. “Did you enjoy?”
She nodded, gazing at him as if she didn’t know him. “I didn’t know you were such a lover. If I had, I would have not let you stay clothed for so long.”
He chuckled, happy to have pleased her. “Does that mean you will keep me in this room naked for the remainder of our stay?”
Her gaze left his face as if she were thinking seriously about his question. Then a mischievous light came into her eyes as she looked askance at him. “Maybe not just in this room?”
“You would have me parade about below for all those women to see?”
Her brows lowered fast. “Non. They may not see or touch.Tu es a moi!”
He was hers? His heart gave a jolt of elation, but he tamped it down. The words meant far more to him than he was sure she meant them to be. He had no illusions about her feelings for him. He was a good friend and nothing more. But she was more tohimnow, and he planned to show her. “Then I will make you mine as well.”
*
Lissa sucked inher breath at the look in Anthony’s eyes as he said those words. Pure possession filled his gaze, something she hadn’t seen in him before, and it sent a thrill into her core as strong as if he’d touched her. As he moved back to kneel between her legs, that same gaze swept across her body, causing tingles to race over her skin. For the first time, the thought of being his mistress in truth filled her head, and with it came a feeling of excitement.
“You are truly beautiful.”
She frowned, well aware that her breasts were small, even if slightly bigger since leaving France, and her hips were narrow, not voluptuous like those of the other ladies present. She didn’t care that she looked as she did, but she was hardly beautiful. “Mon ami, we swore to never lie to each other.”
“I do not lie. I know what I see.”
His tone, so hard and forceful, surprised her. Maybe he needed spectacles. She was well aware he couldn’t hit a bull’s-eye with a dagger, though he came close. If he saw her as beautiful, she wouldn’t argue. “Then I accept your assessment.”
“As you should.”
Usually, she would take umbrage with anyone who spoke so to her, but his gaze reflected his true appreciation of her form, and for the first time, shefeltbeautiful. Raising her arms, she smiled softly. “Come. Take me. Make me yours as you promised.”
His face changed—a look came into his blue eyes that she hadn’t seen before—but as he lowered himself over her, her attention moved to his body. It was warm and hard, everywhere, making her feel truly delicate. Yet his hand as he brushed her hair away from her forehead was gentle and almost reverent. It reminded her of something, but before she could make the connection, his lips found hers in the gentlest of kisses.
She sighed, unable to help herself. There was something special that such a strong man could be so gentle. She did notneedgentle, but she did like it on occasion, and this was definitely the occasion. Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him back, enjoying the softness of his firm lips and the expansion of his chest as he breathed deeply.
He lifted his head and looked directly into her eyes. “I’m going to love you now.”
Her heart hitched at his words, though she was quite sure he meant he would love her body. She had no time to question him as he lifted his hips and probed her entrance. Without thought, she widened her legs, bringing her knees up to welcome him. Her feelings were jumbled, but her body knew what it wanted. It wanted Anthony.
His entrance into her took all coherent thought away as he spread her, moving slowly inside until he could go no farther. If his goal was to make her his, he definitely did. There was so much of him that she felt as if she couldn’t move. It was an unusual feeling, but it sensitized every inch of her body, even to the point that the hair from his chest against her nipples sent ripples of exhilaration to her very center.
She’d never been so sensitized after experiencingla petite mort. Yet here she was, on the verge of release, and he’d only just entered her.
He lifted his head, moving his chest from hers just a bit. “Am I too much?”
Her heart melted, and she lifted her hand to his cheek. “Non. Just right.”
As if he’d been prepared for a different answer, his hips relaxed into her, moving him just a bit deeper and causing a thrill that shocked her.
