Page 42 of The Viscount's Daring Cinderella
Theodore lifted her and placed her on the bed. He stood up and tore his clothes from his body. His broad chest and hard cock caused her breath to catch in her throat. Beryl felt moist heat between her thighs. Theodore crawled onto the bed beside her.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he wickedly caressed her breast.
“Theodore,” she sighed as he lightly caressed, pinched, and rolled her nipples. The soft sound of his name was full of need.
He lowered his mouth to claim a hardened nipple, and Beryl groaned. Her hands found his hair, caressing, yet pulling him forward for more. She arched her body against his hard frame and yearned for his fingers at her center. Beryl made a soft mewl when his lips and tongue found the other nipple.
He drew a deep shuddering breath. “So lovely,” his hot breath whispered against her skin.
Beryl was thrilled by the intensity of his reaction and the fire that coursed through her veins. It was unspeakably delightful in a way that she could not explain. Beryl had the uncontrollable need to taste him, and she pulled his head toward her. Theodore gave her what she needed, a ruthless kiss that caused her to moan in his mouth. Their tongues clashed and played with each other.
Theodore’s hand lightly fanned out over her belly, and Beryl felt she could not breathe. The candlelight flickered over his features, and his eyes were dark with desire. His hands slowly glided closer to her cleft, and Beryl ached. She desperately needed to feel his fingers, but he denied her the pleasure. He glided his fingers over her skin, touching her everywhere, from her nipples to her lower belly. His fingers aroused her, and Beryl arched even more.
“What do you want?” His eyes had not left hers.
Beryl knew what she wanted, but she was not sure she should trust her voice to say it. Theodore’s fingers lightly caressed her lower belly just above where she needed him to be. A frustrated sigh escaped Beryl’s lips.
“Tell me,” he whispered as the emotions played out on his face. It held the promise of pleasure.
“Touch me, there.” Her voice was heavy with sensual heat, and her body taut with anticipation.
His finger lightly brushed the folds of her cleft before they parted her sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure of his finger, which was finally where she needed it. The only thing that mattered as the sensation swept her. Beryl’s breath caught in her throat when his finger delved into her hot, pulsing core as he swooped down to claim a firm nipple. His touch increased with fervor like playing over the keys, and Beryl almost shattered as Theodore suckled her nipple and groaned. Beryl trembled when he buried his fingers inside her and gentlystroked into her moist heat. When his thumb found her clitoris while his finger was buried deep inside, it almost destroyed her, but there was more pleasure to come yet.
Beryl gripped Theodore’s shoulders, and she could feel her damp palms. He withdrew and inserted two fingers and increased the tempo of his long strokes, and when his thumb found her clitoris, she screamed. Theodore groaned and trailed kisses down to her lower belly. Beryl could feel the tension in her body when he kissed her wet folds. His hot tongue evoked even wilder sensations than his finger. She writhed against his tongue as he kissed and nibbled at the center of her. His tongue wreaked havoc on her senses as he licked and stroked deep inside her.
“You taste so sweet,” his breath hot against her clitoris before the cool air kissed her. Theodore breathed in her scent, and then he lowered his head to devour her. The combination of his lips, tongue, and the nibble of teeth caused Beryl to forget herself, and when his fingers delved into her, she lost her senses.
Good heavens!
Beryl could never dream that passion could ignite her in this fashion, yet somehow, she wanted more. Theodore raised himself and settled between her legs. Their gazes locked as his cock parted her opening. He covered her mouth in a hungry kiss as he sank his cock deep inside her. Beryl cried out at the invading thickness that suddenly filled her, and Theodore captured it in his kiss. She could feel the tension in his body as he held still. He kissed her cheeks, eyes, and neck before he found her lips again. He had not moved, and she could feel his hardness stretching her.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered against her ear.
His hot breath sent shivers down her spine before he pushed his tongue inside her ear.
“No,” Beryl groaned.
He kissed her slowly while he moved inside her deeply. His skin glowed and shimmered with perspiration. Beryl could feel his cock deeper and deeper inside her with each stroke. A sob broke from her as she raked her fingers over his shoulders and down his chest. She was wet, and her warm folds yielded to meet his every thrust. Beryl whispered his name. He traced his hands over the contour of her body and raised her hips to meet him. Her breath came in a jagged gasp now, and then there were no more words, just sounds of passion. Together they gasped and moaned.
Her instinct made her clutch him. With a pleasured scream, she found the relief she needed. He had taken her innocence and given her pleasure in return. Theodore blew a hot breath in her ear, then panted her name. He sounded feral and brutish in his heat as he plunged deep into her. He made a wholly sensual sound, a low rumble of pleasure as he withdrew and claimed his release. Her body felt deliciously sore.
CHAPTER 17
He had really gone and done it now. Theodore was not usually one to lose control, but he was desperate to have her. He was still semi-hard as he lay panting beside her. He gathered her against him, relishing the intimacy and their connection. Beryl melted against him. It brought back memories of playing the pianoforte with her. As his fingers danced over the keys, he could feel her body heat and searing passion. The shared heat and sensation thrilled him, and his cock jumped to life. He had desperately wanted to ravish her, and he could hardly wait to get up the stairs so that he could touch and taste her.
His hands were shaking as he undressed her layer by layer with such urgency that he was surprised he had not ripped any of the garments. Beryl felt so good when he whisked her into his arms and took her to the bed. He had settled her gently on the bed, but it belied the passion that was raging inside him. He did not want to frighten her, but his need consumed him. When her gown slithered to the floor, he was mesmerized by her beauty and her soft skin.
Beryl was eager for his touch, such a sensual woman, and he felt her tremble in his arms. Her hands twisted in his hair when he licked her folds, and the scent of her was intoxicating. There was no hiding the musk of her arousal. Her breathy little moan made his cock ache with the need to be buried deep inside her softness. He did not want to hurt her, and it took so much from him to pause after he thrust past her maidenhead. She was so tight that it was almost painful to work his way inside. She did not want to stop, and she moved her hips and urged him to continue. He tried to move slowly, but it was so damned hard.
God damn it!
How was he ever going to be able to keep his hands off her? It would be impossible. Theodore had withdrawn from her tight heat before he spilled his seed, so he did not think he needed to be concerned that she would be with child. He wanted to think, yet he could not clear his head. Beryl nuzzled his neck, and he heard her even breathing as she slept. It had started raining, and the wind howled outside. He could not drag himself away from her warmth.
Beryl purred and threw a hand across his chest and a leg over his thighs.
Bloody hell!
Between the rain on the windowpane and Beryl’s warm body draped across him, would he ever be able to get any sleep tonight? Theodore sighed, but it was more of a groan. He closed his eyes and listened to the rain and the wind. Eventually, sleep claimed him.
