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“Ready for a hard fuckin’, lioness?Tell me,” he demanded, his breath serrated. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Hard, Dom. Fuck me hard.”
“Whatever the lady wants.” His already flexed body went even more taut as he drew back his hips and slammed into her. Once, and then again. His pace increased, until he hammered into her. She jolted with each thrust. It was rough and brutal and shelovedit.
Every muscle on him stood out in bold relief as he dedicated himself to giving her exactly the kind of ferocity she craved. His mouth was open, his eyes glazed, as he panted and growled a litany of praise and curses.
She completely abandoned herself to pleasure. Itwas her entire being, created by her and Dom together, and when he used his thumb to stroke her clitoris, she screamed her climax, striking her with even more force than ever. It crested and ebbed and crested once more, until she was utterly depleted, her body going lax.
A moment later, he pulled from her. A wild noise sounded from deep within him as seed shot from his cock, landing on her steaming, slick flesh like a brand.
She didn’t quite know what happened after that. Only that when she resurfaced from her haze of pleasure, Dom had cleaned her, and she nestled in his arms as they lay in front of the fire. His hands stroked all over her body, soothing and grounding her after all that had transpired between them.
“Did I please you, lioness?” he asked, his words low and rumbling. He kissed the top of her head. “All I want is to please you.”
She buried her face against his chest, and felt the curling hair against her cheek, the real, earthy essence of Dom all around her.
What a complicated, troubled world this was, to give her this man, and yet throw so many obstacles in their path, so many perils that she did not know how to circumvent or survive. The greatest threat came from themselves, and their own untamed, dangerous hearts.
At last, she said, “You pleased me.”
Chapter 23
“Where did you find all this food?” Willa asked. She dipped a piece of bread into the broth and ate it eagerly, making a little humming noise of satisfaction.
Dom could watch her eat all day. She had a way of immersing herself in the experience, giving herself to it completely as though nothing and no one mattered more.
Not unlike the way she lost herself in sex.
They’d been making love all morning and all afternoon, but his cock stirred with interest. He couldn’t get enough of her, and, given the way that she kept demanding more, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him—for the moment.
He wouldn’t think about that. Now he’d just sit beside her at the small table, enjoying this very plain and humble meal of vegetable broth, bread, and cheese.
“Got excellent scrounging skills,” he answeredwithout pride. He downed a spoonful of soup, and had to admit that it wasn’t bad. “There never was enough to go around in Ratcliff, or to buy fresh food, so I learned how to nick an onion here, a bit of lamb bone there. Ma showed me how you could turn anything into a decent soup. Fortunately, it appears Longbridge’s staff had been out here a day or two ago, and they left enough for a resourceful person to make good use of it.”
Their clothes had dried enough so that he was able to don his breeches, and she wore her shift. The filmy undergarment did little to disguise the shapes of her breasts, or conceal the dark triangle between her legs. Given the way she kept eyeing him as he’d been moving around the small kitchen, she appreciated his nearly naked state just as much as he loved to see her in so scanty a covering.
The fire had done its job well, making the small cabin nice and cozy, so that they could lounge about in this state of undress, which suited him far better than any expensive suit from a shop on St. James’s Street. And he definitely preferred an almost nude Willa to her swaddled in layers of silk.
In the glow of a lone candle burning between them, Willa smiled. “Who knew a strapping man wearing nothing but breeches as he cooks for you could be such an aphrodisiac?”
His large, burly body was merely his body—he’d used it as a means of hauling and unloading cargo,sometimes it was a weapon, and back when he’d been a rake, it had pleased his many lovers—but he couldn’t help but preen to haveheradmire his physique. She’d enjoyed having her hands all over his bulk, too, so he couldn’t be too upset that she liked him scaled as big as a warship.
“It’s simple fare, though,” he pointed out. “Not the fine stuff you’d get at a nob’s table.”
She made a scoffing noise. “As if I’d prefer to eat bisque de homard in a stuffy dining room with people I don’t care about, rather than something you made yourself, at this homespun table, in this cabin, with you.”
Heat filled his face—she trulywasthe only person who could make him blush. “You’re only saying that because this is the first meal you’ve had since waking, and I fucked you half a dozen times today. Anybody’d be grateful for that.”
“Well,” she said, her own cheeks turning pink, “the soupisgood. And so was the fucking.”
Damn, how he liked hearing her say crude words. “Plenty more where that came from, my girl.”
“Soup? Or fucking?”
“Both.” He grinned at her, and her answering smile made something light and loose open in his chest. “You’re going to wear my cock down to a sliver.”
“That sounds suspiciously like a complaint,” she murmured.
