Page 95 of Potions and Proposals
“Are you sure?” He loved the hunger in her eyes.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she admitted. He wasn’t sure if it was his hands on her or the corset that was making her breathless.
“Thank fuck for that.”
His entire body hummed with need. For her. All the pent-up tension, fear, desperation and desire had led to this moment.
He needed her like he needed air, and her fevered kiss told him she felt the same way. Her soft moans were music to his ears. He was going to give her a night that would keep her coming back for more, make her body so high on his touch that she’d be ruined for anyone else.
She seems rushed. Like she thinks this might end. Like there’s a time limit on this.He pulled back slightly, needing to slow down. Her eyes travelled to his lips, full of pleading. Hearing her groan at the loss of contact made him regret pulling away.
“We don’t need to rush this. We have all night, and I want to savour every second.” His words were interspersed with kisses trailed along her neck.
Lucinda sucked in a breath as he nipped at her shoulder. “Fuck, Benedict.”
“I think you left out the ‘me’ in that sentence,” he murmured, licking the sore spot. Not giving her a moment of reprieve, not one moment to overthink. He only wanted her to feel.
“Yes please.”
Her words were nearly his undoing. It took every ounce of his self-control not to rip off her dress and bend her over the counter. He kissed her like his life depended on it, like there was no oxygen left and he was only sustained by the sweet taste of her mouth. Her arms curled around his neck as he yanked at the strings of her corset. He felt the smile on her lips when he had to turn her around thanks to a stubborn knot.
“You’re forbidden from wearing this damn thing again,” he rasped when it finally dropped to the floor.
“I promise.” She crossed her heart, but he took her hand and pinned it above her head, swallowing her moans as he brushed her dress from her shoulders and it pooled at their feet.
His breath caught when he saw her lingerie, black lace hugging her skin. She peered up at him through her dark lashes as if she’d planned this.Fuck, she never fails to surprise me.His kiss turned desperate as he lifted her into his arms, legs around his waist, and she gasped at the sudden movement. The giggle she gave as he dropped her onto his bed nearly killed him.
To have Lucinda Hawthorne laid out in front of him was the best gift he ever could have received. She watched him hungrily as he stripped off his shirt, then made fast work of his belt. He kissed her like it had been the only thing on his mind for years – because it had.
Sitting up, she dragged him down on top of her. Benedict nearly lost his balance. He caught himself on his elbows before crushing her, but from the look of disappointment in those gorgeous green eyes, that was exactly what she’d wanted. He kissed over her breasts, slipping off the lacy straps and releasing the clasp as her nipples hardened beneath his tongue. Lucy shivered.
“Benedict!” she cried out when he took her nipple between his teeth.
“I love hearing my name on your lips,” he whispered, smiling as she arched her back into his touch.
“Good, because you’ll be hearing it often,” she rasped, bucking her hips as he moved to the other. Her skin was so hot and smooth, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.
“Good. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you call out my name as I fuck you.” He kissed down her stomach and hip bones, pulling her underwear down her legs. Softly, he ran the pads of his fingers over her. When she bit her lip to stop crom crying out, he knew he’d found her sensitive spot. His smile widened as he brushed over it and felt her muscles tighten, her hips rolling.
“Please.” She reached for his boxers and wrapped her fist around him.
The noise he made was downright primal. Nothing else mattered – no potion, no element, no binding ritual. Only the sensation and her mischievous smile. Desperate as he was, he refused to give in to his own release. He needed her first, all of her.
“Keep talking like that and I won’t be able to control myself much longer,” he groaned, pinning her hands to her side. He pressed his mouth back to hers, feeling her body tremble as he slid his fingers inside her.
“Then don’t.” He loved watching the tremors of pleasure taking took over her body, her thoughts, until all that existed for her was his touch. His heart pounded as her lips crashed back into his and he replaced his touch with the part of him she craved most. Her hands slid up over the back of his neck and into his hair, gripping tight as she moaned. A growl rolled from deep in his chest as he filled every inch of her. Lucinda arched her back, panting with need. The sheer ecstasy of her quivering around him made him lightheaded.
There was nothing gentle in their kisses. Teeth clashed, tongues twisted, and her hands gripped his hair, his shoulders, her nails dragging so ferociously down his back that he was sure he’d have marks tomorrow. She moaned and sighed against his lips, and with every thrust he felt her tightening around him. He was so damn close. He wanted to drag it out forever, but neither could wait that long. He thrust wildly as she dug her nails into his hips, pleading for more.
Her body took all he had to give, ruining him. Arms around each other, they rode wave after wave of sheer pleasure, not sure where one began and where the other ended.
It was impossible to say how many breathless moments passed before they found the ability to speak. Needing to know she was okay, that she didn’t regret it, forced Benedict out of the thought-shattering-sex trance. He rested on his elbow, tracing the tattoo between her shoulder blades.
“I don’t think I can survive another orgasm,” Lucinda murmured, moving closer to him. Her hair fanned across the pillow; he loved how at ease she was with him.
“I promise to give you all the time you need to regain your strength,” he said, kissing her shoulder. She smiled, but didn’t open her eyes.
“When did you get this?” His finger followed the lines of the tattoo over skin spattered with freckles.
