She looked about them.“Here.”
“Yes.”
Her lips curved.“I should not.A lady does not walk the dark paths at Vauxhall.”
He wanted to wreck that wicked smile with his tongue, and then he wanted to wreck her.“You will be safe with me.”
She cocked her head.“Will I?”
“Always.”Desire thrummed through his blood.“Come into the shadows with me.”
Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his.
He led her into the shadows, already knowing where he would take her.He had not been lying when he’d said he would always keep her safe—he’d picked the place he led her to for this tryst and made sure it was both secluded and unvisited.
Desire was now a need as they reached their destination, and hunger had him wrap his arm about her waist to pull her into him.She gasped, her hands flying to his chest, and her gasp turn to a moan as he kissed her.She tasted of heat and desire and El, and he wanted to devour her whole.He wanted to show her with his kiss that he had waited for her, wanted her, that it had been interminable without her.That the conversing and the food and the automatons would have been much better if she had been with him.If he had shared them with her.If he shared everything with her.
Trailing his lips down her neck, he sucked on her soft skin.Her fingers threaded through his hair and pulled.He growled, loving the slight sting of her touch.“I want you, El.”
Her hand jerked in his hair.
He licked her thundering pulse.“Do you like it when I say that?”
She nodded.“It makes me want you.”
His vision went black.He took her mouth again, his blood like wildfire.She moaned, her fingers digging into his scalp, her tongue tangling with his as the hunger inside her ratcheted.
Walking her backwards until her back met the trunk of a tree, he gathered her skirts in his fist and shoved them up.“Yes,” she panted as he found her hot and wet, stroking his finger deep inside her.“Oh, Benedict.That feels… It feels…”
“How?”he growled.“How does it feel?”
“Good.You feel so good inside me.”She arched against his hand, and he curled his finger and stroked that spot that made her legs shake.
He chuckled darkly when she keened.“Quiet, El.You do not want anyone to hear us.”
She nodded, putting the back of her hand to her mouth and biting.Christ.He wanted those teeth in him.
Using his thumb, he parted her folds as he thrust his finger inside her against that rough patch of flesh, finding her clitoris and drawing a figure eight around him.She muffled her scream, her eyes blank as her head thanked against the tree.She was drawn tight and beautiful, on the cusp of coming.
He removed his hand.
“No,” she wailed, her fingers curling around his wrist to try to hold him to her.
“Now, El, be a good girl and take what I give”
“More,” she demanded.”I need more.Benedict.Please.”
“Perhaps.If you are good for me.”
“I’m being good.I am so good,” she sobbed.
He brushed his fingers over her dampness.“I think you could be better.”
Her throat worked.“Benedict.”
Dazed brown eyes met his.“Benedict, please.Please.Come inside me.”
He broke.She broke him.
