He slid one finger inside me, then another, stretching me. When he added a third finger, I sagged against him. With his thumb rubbing my nub and his other hand rolling my nipple, I didn’t last long. A scream ripped out of my lips. My inner muscles clenched with little spasms that amplified the release. I sagged against him, utterly spent.
He kissed my neck. “Are you happy now?”
“You promised to take me from behind.”
A low chuckle rumbled from him. “Oh, I will, Monia. I will.” He lifted me and laid me on the bed, face down. Taking me by the hips, he pulled me onto all fours.
“What are you—” The rest of the sentence was cut off by my gasps as his hot mouth found my wet entrance.
Pleasure was going to kill me. He didn’t show any mercy as his tongue delved deeper, teasing, licking, and stroking. My arms were growing weaker the more he lapped at me until I shivered with a release powerful enough to make me scream. As I dropped to the bed, shivering with pleasure, he kept up his sweet assault, adding two thick fingers and hooking them inside me. It was a battle of tongue, lips, and fingers as he rubbed at me endlessly. I writhed underneath him as a new release started to get closer.
I grabbed a fistful of bed sheets as the combined attention of his tongue and fingers sent me over the cliff. The pillow muffled my scream. Slowly, Rennie withdrew his fingers and gave one last stroke with his expert tongue. He kissed his way up to my neck and pulled the quilt over me.
But I wanted to touch him.
“You should rest.” Whatever else he wanted to add was cut off by his gasp as I closed my hand around him. He was about to say something else, but I stroked his length gently, up and down, from the smooth tip to the base.
He closed his eyes and reclined his head, and I loved watching him lose control because I was touching him. He was so thick that I could barely contain him in my hand. The more I worked his shaft, the more he growled. I sped up, and his reaction was immediate. Every muscle in his body became taut. It was mesmerising to watch.
A shudder went through him as the warm ribbons of his release soaked my hand. He bared his teeth, his body shaking with the power of the pleasure I was giving him.
“Did you like it?” I asked.
He let out a raspy laugh. “Perfect.” He kissed my temple before taking a towel and the basin with soapy water.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say her was embarrassed as he wiped my hand clean.
“I want to do it again,” I said, scattering kisses to his face.
He returned the kisses. “’Tis but the beginning. But I need to stay focused now.”
“Rennie,” I complained.
“Let me do my job.” He wrapped his arms around me and lay on the bed next to me. “I promise I’m going to take you properly.”
With his whispered words that promised all sorts of debauchery, I closed my eyes.
WAKING UP IN Rennie’s arms, my body deliciously sore, I couldn’t stop beaming. Instead, Rennie wore his usual frown as he finished buttoning his waistcoat.
“Why are you so forlorn?” I asked, taming my wild hair into a bun.
He exhaled without releasing the tension in his neck. “I just wish this situation was over and done with. Between the lamia and Oliver, the mission is turning out more stressful than necessary.”
I stood up and hugged him, resting my cheek over his heart. “We’ll find a way to catch the lamia, and Oliver will get what he deserves. May I ask you something?”
“Of course.” He kissed the top of my head.
“If the lamia shows our desires and our most desperate fears, then who is the tall, bald man who attacked us? What does he mean to you?”
He opened his mouth, but a knock on the door cut him off.
“Miss Fitzwilliam, Rennie?” Oliver’s voice came through the door. “We’re about to dock. Are you ready to leave?”
Rennie’s gaze shot skywards. “Curse him.”
I waved a dismissive hand. “Ignore him. Tell me what bothers you.”
He took my hands and pressed them against his chest, letting me feel the steady beat of his heart. “Let’s catch the lamia.”
