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“Why would that disappoint me?” He stroked her cheek, letting his fingers wander down along her throat, curling along it to tease the nape of her neck. “I don’t mind hesitation, mia dolcezza. I am aware you have a mind behind those soft honey eyes. If I strike, and you react as you have learned to, that’s the fault of the bastard who taught you the fear. I would greatly love to undo that teaching, Mia. If you are willing.” Nicholas kissed her, as if he were welcoming a virgin bride in a churchyard, then fixed his eyes on hers again. “I take care of what is mine.”

And I’m going to kill your father. But that’s a different conversation.

A sheen of tears glossed her eyes. She moved closer and put her lips on his, sighing and dragging her fingers torturously down his chest. “I am,” she said softly, fidgeting with the top buttons of his coat. “I am willing, Nicholas. More than that, I ... I think I need you to keep touching me.”

“Good.” Nicholas swept his hand along her thigh before abandoning her flesh momentarily. He picked up the wooden box and considered it, then Amy’s wide, willing gaze. His cock ached from hours of play without release...

He set the box by his leg where it’d keep warm enough, then lifted the blankets, letting in more cool air. “Come here, Mia. Get on your husband’s lap.”

She lowered her hands to keep her skirts from falling, giving him an unobstructed view of her brown curls, glistening with desire. While she could not stand fully in the carriage, she twisted in front of him, her knee bending on the seat next to his hip. Only then did she release her skirt to grab his shoulder for balance as she settled into place. She unclasped the cloak, letting it fall behind her.

“Like this, my lord?” she asked, looking down between them.

“Indeed. Very good, Mia.” He reached between them, unfastening his fall to free his aching erection, groaning as he gripped himself, rubbing his cock against her soft skin. “Now. The road’s all bumps, so you’re going to be careful as you take me. Too deep and it’ll hurt.”

He slid his tip against her silken heat, finding her entrance as she shivered. His other hand caught her hip, guiding her down. She was tight—swollen from the rough riding last night, as well as by today’s extended arousal. Nicholas’s control frayed with every breath but he kept hold of her hips, pulling her down.

Her head fell forward, her open mouth fastening to his throat to muffle a scream. Then a whimper. “H—how...?” She lifted her eyes to his, her cheeks red, her lips parted as she breathed hard. “H—how is it possible...? I—I don’t understand...”

“Understand what?” One look into her eyes, all he could think of was hearing her wailing his name, begging for mercy...

“It hurts,” she replied, her pussy clenching around his cock. “And feels good.”

“Two sides of one coin, darling.” Nicholas moved his right hand up from her hip, caressing her breast on his way before curling his fingers around the back of her neck. “You want to be fucked,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her lips. “But you’re bruised from last night. The pain will fade with the pleasure. Though you’ll be even more sore afterward.” He kissed her again. “But I’ll distract you.” His other hand urged her up, then pulled her down. “Move slow. See how you like it.”

She obeyed. Just like she promised she would. She rolled her hips back, releasing all but the head of his cock before returning, taking every inch into her hot, quivering passage. Her lips found his throat, her moans vibrating against his skin as she moved faster.

“That’s it.” Nicholas’s fingers slid into her hair, keeping her against his shoulder. No need for the coachman to think she was dying and stop to ask questions. The hand on her hips moved to her backside, and he squeezed, letting her go faster for a delicious minute before he delivered a light slap across her ass. “Slow, Mia. If you take me too deep, you really will be in pain.”

She stopped, but her walls tightened.

He opened his mouth to impart further instruction but stopped when he felt her tongue on his skin, and she began to move. This time, she took only half his length. He rubbed over the spot he’d hit, murmuring praise until his balls tightened with the familiar ache. He’d been close from the second he pulled her dress up, but now there’d be no putting it off. Nicholas’s hips flexed. He dug his fingers into her skin to keep her rhythm steady despite the coach’s swaying. His free hand kneaded her right breast, gripping hard enough to make her sob, then stroking the faint red marks. “Good girl. You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she rasped, her teeth grazing the crux of his neck. Her back bowed, pressing her breast against his palm, encouraging him to continue. “Mm, it feels so good.”

He flicked her nipple, then rolled it between his fingers to soothe the sting. “I’m going to come. I’ve held back all morning, but you’re so pretty like this, Mia. Tumbled and torn up, and soaking wet for me...” He dragged her head up, gripping her hair at the base of her skull to hold her in place. He thrust his tongue into her gasping mouth, claiming her as he ground her against him like a toy, chasing his own pleasure.

Amy’s nails dug into his shoulders. He captured her wail in his mouth as she all but milked his cock. Nicholas lost track of anything else. The wave of pleasure knocked him back against the seat, his hips rising, shoving deeper as his seed spurted into her. “Fuck. Mia darling ... yes...”

She pressed herself to him and collapsed, melting in his lap. If not for the sighs and the uttering of his name with every other breath, he would’ve believed she fainted. “I don’t think I can move.”

“You don’t need to.” Nicholas trailed his fingers along her neck, down over her bare breast, and along the curve of her waist. “In fact, stay very still.” He was still buried inside her, softening but enjoying the intimacy.

She kissed his throat, his jaw, beneath his ear. “Yes, my lord.”

Nicholas flipped open the box at his side. Toys he’d picked up in London before they left. Probably best to push her a little further down the road to debauchery while she’s a well-pleasured mess. His other hand kept a steady, slow rhythm, stroking down her back. “We’re going to play a game today, Mia. You’ll come again when we finish it tonight. Would you like that?”

Her fingers stiffened on his chest, her nails pressing hard enough to get his attention, but he didn’t comment. Yet. “I have a feeling I will,” she said slowly.

“Mm.” Nicholas picked up the toy, still out of her line of sight between the blankets and the angle at which she lay against him, facing the other way. His cock stirred in anticipation, and he wondered whether he’d be able to fuck her again before they reached the next inn. No. That might be more pain than pleasure for her. Considering the way she’d reacted when he’d slid into her dripping cunt just now. And she’s not ready for that kind of advancement.

Instead, he picked up the smaller toy, a simple plug about half as thick as his cock, carved and polished to a smooth sheen, warm from being near their shared body heat. He used his other hand to lift her hips, just enough that his cock slid regretfully free, in a rush of juices. He rubbed the toy along her folds, gathering the lubrication it would need and stifling her initial gasp with a kiss.

“Mia,” he whispered, tracing the back of her neck, threading his fingers into her hair again. “Trust me?”

“Ni—ick!” This time, she did try to retreat. But the only direction she could go was closer to him. “I—I ... yes, I trust you ... but ... there’s ... I don’t know if I can take more.”

“You can,” he assured her, grazing her clit with the toy’s blunt tip and savoring her whimper. “Because this is a very slow game, mia dolcezza.” Nicholas twisted the toy to make sure it was fully coated with his seed and her pleasure, then put the tip right against her vulnerable nethers. The hand in her hair tightened. “Stay still, stay relaxed. Trust me.” He pushed the toy into her untried ass as the carriage rumbled over a massive bump. The rattling wood and baggage, the raging wind, all helped to hide the scream he muffled with his shoulder.