She held Theo to her, wrapping her legs around his hips. His familiar, beloved scent washed over her. Leather, bay, man.Theo. Her fingertips trailed over his broad shoulders, seeking anywhere she could touch him. His manhood was rigid and thick and tempting, prodding her throbbing flesh where she wanted him most.
It was almost impossible to believe he was hers at last.
That they were married, the promise of their life together before them, bright as the morning sun. She was still the daughter of a duke, but now she was Mrs. Theodore Winter, and that was the title she wore with the most pride. Their tongues tangled. Heat pooled between her thighs. She ached for him to touch her there.
His lips moved, enchanting her everywhere they traveled. He dropped kisses all over her without pattern or reason. Collarbone, shoulder, nipple. The inside of her elbow. Her hip. Lower, to her knee. Her ankle. He kissed the arch of her foot, his gaze hot and dark-blue, arresting in its intensity. He kissed her in places she had never dreamt she would long to be kissed. But this was Theo, and everywhere his lips found her, the fires of passion raged. She writhed on the bed, desperate for more.
The flames roared higher.
His lips moved along her inner thigh, nearing her center.
She ached.
“I want inside you, Evie,” he whispered against her skin. “I want inside you so badly.”
“Yes.” She wanted that too. She wanted him desperately. Anything. Everything.
She was panting with her need, breathless, heart pounding.
“I don’t want to hurt you, love.” He kissed her mound, and she jerked beneath him, quite shameless. “I am big and you are so bloody small.”
“You shan’t hurt me,” she promised him, for she knew it was the truth.
He was Theo, kind and sweet. A tender heart wrapped in a big, lumbering body. He would be gentle. For a man who had been the recipient of such cold cruelty in his life—for he had confessed to her, over the last few months, all of his past, from his mother to Cora, to the hard life he had led for so long—he was astonishingly sweet.
“I need to make you ready,” he whispered, licking over the incredibly sensitized bundle of flesh he had already pleasured numerous times.
“I am ready,” she assured him, and would have said more if he hadn’t nibbled on her, sending white-hot desire shooting through her like stars. She jolted beneath him, moaning, shamelessly planting her feet on the bed to drive herself higher, to offer more of herself to him.
Good heavens.If this was what he wanted to do, she could most certainly becomemoreready. One of his long fingers was inside her again, probing. He sucked as his finger moved deeper, stretching her. The invasion was delicious. A second finger joined the first, stroking her, readying her. All the while, his tongue danced over her. Making her wild.
She grasped his hair. Two fistfuls, and tugged. “Now, Theo.”
He met her gaze and sucked hard, working his fingers in and out. The pleasure was almost painful. A curious mix. Foreign. She needed more. More him. More everything. And she was perilously close to coming undone again.
Just when she thought she would perish from the endless pleasure he stoked within her, he withdrew his fingers and kissed his way up her body. He lingered on her breasts, sucking and gently biting her nipples as he rubbed the thickness of his rod over her folds.
When the tip of him rubbed over her pearl, she moaned, her hips moving, seeking more. She was wet, so wet, between her thighs, her flesh swollen and throbbing. He kissed to her throat, then her ear. He slid along her folds, settling at her opening.
Yes. This was where she wanted him. Where she needed him.
“Inside me,” she ordered him on a gasp.
“What milady wants, milady gets,” he whispered into her ear, before catching her lobe between his teeth and giving her a gentle bite.
She shivered and trembled, eagerness making her mindless. He licked the hollow behind her ear, finding yet another place she had never known was sensitive. It was as if there were a hidden connection between that place and her sex.
“Oh,” she said on a moan.
Theo kissed her cheek next, then her jaw. He moved. The change was sudden and intense. He was indeed a big man. Every part of him was large. Especially this part. And she was small. His hips pumped, taking him deeper. He was inside her now, stretching her, filling her, and the sensation of it was unlike his fingers, unlike his tongue. It was…beautiful.
He held himself still, allowing her to adjust, his chest pressed to hers. His heart was pounding. She absorbed the beats through her breast. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, cupping her cheek.
As if she were made of porcelain.
“Darling,” he said against her lips. “Christ, you feel so good. I am afraid I may lose control.”
“I want you to.” She kissed him, locking her arms around his neck as she rocked against him, bringing him deeper.
