Page 91 of The Betrothal

I wanted to hear her panting for me, so I drove my knee between her legs, the height difference between us had my thigh between the apex of hers.

The effect was immediate, her mouth parted on a sharp cry as she began to ride it, her hips rolling over the muscle earning shuddering gasps of pleasure. She’d done this before.

The way she tilted her hips to drag herself up and down had me thinking about how it would feel for me to tear away her underwear and impale her on my cock.

This wasn’t enough. My hands sought out her underwear, I hooked my fingers inside the waist and fell to my knees, dragging them with me.

The beginnings of a complaint fell past her pretty, swollen lips. Lifting her leg free of her underwear, I had it slung over my shoulder before she formed a full word and I looked up at her through my lashes as I darted my tongue out and over her clit.

Her words became a strangled moan, my tongue rolled over her again, then down through her wetness to her entrance and I drove it inside her, tasting her.

Static danced down my spine, my cock throbbing inside my underwear, straining against my trousers, I palmed it to combat the ache.

Izzy’s legs began to shake and I smiled into her centre.

Wrapping one arm under her body and the other around her waist I stood, taking her with me, never removing my face from her soaking folds. She squealed at the movement before I dropped her onto the bed, I found my place. On my knees, between her open legs, then I devoured her.

Her cries became louder, begging, until she finally called my name.

I’d heard her, the time she’d spent with them, begging them. Calling out for them.

And now, it was my turn.

“Holy. Shit. Alex.” She panted each word.

Rising to her elbows she watched me. I snaked my hand along her torso, pressing her back down into the mattress, my fingers edging under her bra finding her nipple. I circled it, and just as I rolled my tongue over her clit, I took it roughly between my fingers.

Her back arched from the bed, the moan a noise I knew I would hear in my dreams, while I worked her over, lapping at her, consuming every drop of her release.

“Alex! Oh my God, Alex!” She was shuddering as she fell back against the mattress. “Alex,” she whimpered.

Internally, I crowed. Externally, I ached.

She tugged at me, dragging me up and over her until I was lying beside her on the bed. She then launched herself at me, her turn to devour my lips, licking the taste of herself from my tongue.

Then she slipped away, down the bed, to take up the position I had left, between my knees.

Her hands found my belt and she quickly freed me from my underwear, my heavy erection bouncing free to lie across my stomach.

Rising, I took her chin in my fingers, halting her. “You don’t have to.”

Her smile was teasing, her tongue running over her teeth. I stared at her, her hair dishevelled from writhing, her face flushed, the golden green-brown of her eyes dark in the soft light. She looked as hungry for me as I was for her.

I conceded with a smile of my own. “Okay, Firecracker. You wanna do this?” I stroked her jaw, dragging my thumb over her lips with enough pressure to pull them apart, I pushed my digit inside, finding the welcoming wet heat of her mouth. I groaned when she circled it with her tongue.

“Let’s see if this mouth is as good at sucking my cock as it is at mouthing off.” I dragged my fingers into the damp strands of her hair, letting her see the craving I felt for her.

I pressed down on her teeth, slowly opening her mouth wider.

Then, I fed her my cock.

“Do you think they’ll be really angry at me?” she whispered through the darkness, her fingers danced over my palm, the only places our bodies now touched.

“Why would they be mad at you? If they’re pissed at anyone for what just happened, it’ll be me.” I inched closer to her, turning onto my side so I could run my other hand over the bare skin of her shoulders, stroking along her neck.

Her laughter was a balm to my fear that we would fall back into the tense mistrust we had before, something I didn’t want, at least not while we were here.

“I’m not worried about them being upset about what happened. I was given clear instructions by Seb.” She giggled.