Page 68 of Seducing the Marquess (Lords and Ladies in Love 1)

“Oh.” It appeared intelligent conversation had fled.

He nibbled on her earlobe. “I met Cahill as planned.” She stiffened. “But I could not do it, my love. I want only you.” He drew back and looked into her eyes. “Only you, Eugenia.”

“Devon.” She breathed his name, which seemed to be all he needed to set loose the animal inside.

He captured her mouth with such intensity her knees gave out. He grabbed her around the waist as she began to slide to the floor. His kiss was urgent and exploratory, seeking her complete surrender.

Which she gladly gave.

“Eugenia.” His whispered chant surrounded her, embraced her as much as his strong arms.

Moving back, Devon took her hand and drew her away from the wall. With frantic movements, he spun her around and undid her gown. Unable to stand still while he ministered to her, she moved her hand behind her and grasped his erection, resulting in a very satisfying groan from her husband.

Once she was free of the gown, she kicked it away from her feet, turned and undid his cravat, almost choking the poor man as she wrenched it free from his neck. Then she began the frenzied removal of their clothing. Garments were dropped, flung, torn from eager bodies until their apparel was strewn about the room as if a storm had passed through.

Devon picked up Eugenia and none too gently tossed her onto the bed. She laughed as she bounced, and he followed her down, anchoring her to the mattress. His hard body rested on hers, his devilish grin raising her temperature further. “I am going to do all the things to you I’ve dreamed about for months.”

“Please do,” she breathed.

Making good on his word, he lowered his head, taking a firm nipple into his mouth, loving the tip with his tongue. Eugenia moaned, her legs shifting restlessly. With his mouth busy, Devon used his skillful hands and fingers to seek all her pleasure points, teasing her to a fevered pitch.

“Yes,” she moaned as he touched, caressed, and played with her body. Everywhere he stroked heightened her need, tightening the spot between her legs that cried out for release.

Unwilling to seek only her own gratification, she slid her hand between their bodies and grasped his erection. Hard and soft at the same time, she marveled at the wonder of its formation.

…

Devon started when Eugenia’s soft hand encircled his cock. Now that he had no worries about where she’d gotten her experience, he enjoyed every moan, caress, and movement she made.

Feeling particularly wicked, his tongue made a path down her ribs to her stomach, both his hands busy massaging her breasts, his fingers plucking the nipples into hard beads. The sound of her moans and light squeaks, along with the shifting of her body beneath his, brought him to a state he’d never before reached with any other woman.

But then, he’d never before made love to a woman he loved. And loved her he did. Her beauty, her scent, the softness of her skin, her caring, trust, and ability to make him laugh and free him from the constraints he’d dealt with all his life.

He slid farther down her body and, cupping her bottom, lifted, to bring the very essence of her to his mouth, taking a slow lick that had her crying out and fisting her fingers in his hair.

“Devon. Oh, God.”

“What page, Eugenia?” He used his tongue to enter her, tasting her, relishing in how wet and hot she was for him.

“Page?” she panted.

“On what page does this activity take place?”

“F-f-forty-seven.”

He chuckled as he bestowed one final kiss on her feminine sweetness and moved up to once again take her mouth in a slow drugging kiss. He knew she tasted herself on his lips, the scent of her arousal in the air, begging him to take her.

“Your turn,” she murmured as she wrenched herself free of his mouth and moved down, taking his cock between her exquisite lips. He closed his eyes and groaned. God, how he loved her. And to have her this way, totally and completely, was simply paradise.

He rested his hands in her hair, fingering her curls, fisting it when he grew close to losing control. “Eugenia,” he groaned. “No more, love.” He released her hair, grasped her under her arms, and pulled her up, rolling them both over. He smoothed the hair from her face. “I love you so much.”

The tears in her eyes told him she had never expected to hear those words from him.

“And I love you. Ever so much. For now and always.”

With a gentle kiss, he positioned his cock at her entrance and slid into her warmth, her sigh as he filled her matching the groan from his lips and the love coming from his heart.

Their movements grew frantic as he thrust in and out of her, her hips matching his rhythm as she strained and ground against him. She reached up and cupped his head, pulling his lips down for a searing kiss.