Page 107 of The Wolf of Mayfair
Then, without ever taking his eyes from hers, Anthony placed that golden, everlasting chain about her neck.
The cold metal of the makeshift necklace settled in the crevice of her breasts.
Trembling, Helia touched her fingertips to a shackle that, when conferred by Anthony, brought her, as its wearer, a liberation from fear and the strictures binding her as a young, unmarried woman.
It did not escape her that he’d not said “heart,” and that organ clenched in her own chest in response.
With everything Anthony proffered this night, Helia should seek nothing more from him, but she proved greedy and ungrateful for wanting most the only gift he continued to withhold.
Suddenly, with the skill only a rake could surely manage, he cupped Helia’s buttocks, shoved her skirts up, and palmed her already damp curls.
His masterful skill drew a sharp exhale from between her teeth. “I want you, Helia,” he said sharply. “But I want you every night and in every way.” Anthony slipped a finger inside her sinfully wet channel. “And I know you want me, too.”
More.She wanted himmore.
Helia bit her lower lip hard enough that she tasted the metallic tinge of blood in her mouth.
Savagely, Anthony kissed her; he sucked those sanguine drops like they were a life-sustaining nourishment from which he drew his strength.
Helia whimpered and met each bold, possessive slant of his lips.
She yearned for this man in every way. She longed to crest more of those rapturous peaks in his arms. Shewantedto belong to him and wanted him to belong to her.
As if he’d heard and sought to fulfill those yearnings, he lured her with the sensuous promise of more.
“I will see you well loved every night so that when we, London’s most powerful couple, appear together, gracing mere mortals with our presence, your legs will tremble from how often I’ve fucked you, and everyone will know at one glance I’ve laid claim to you, and that you belong to me.”
She bucked against the one finger buried inside that he now teased her with. He rewarded her efforts by adding another long digit.
In search of another surrender, Helia panted and rocked her hips.
Anthony’s dark irises gleamed with male triumph, and he continued to give her what she so desperately craved.
But she also wanted more ...withhim.
Helia drew back.
His gaze, angry and black, speared her with an exacting glint.
“Ah dinnae want a marriage of convenience, Anthony,” she explained through hard-to-draw breaths. “Ah want—”
“The only thing convenient about our union will be all the ways in which our relationship was ordained by the gods,” he interrupted. “Now, Helia,” he purred, tugging off his shirt. He tossed the lawn garment over the edge of the bed. “I’m going to make love to you. With my body, I’ll mark you as mine and claim you as my queen. With you at my side, together, we will not only take on theton, we will also conquer and rule the whole world. I’ll claim your body this night, and seal the pledge we’ve made, and tomorrow? Tomorrow, you will belong to me in every way. Just as I will belong to you.”
He pushed his trousers down, revealing his rampant erection.
Anthony kicked aside the pants so he stood resplendently naked before Helia.
Och, God. Her mouth went dry. He was a magnificent specimen of manhood.
“Ye find me passable enough to bed, Anthony?” She somehow found the ability to tease him with those words he’d once spoken to her.
Anthony frowned. “Passable enough . . . ?”
Helia, empowered by the same power Eve had held over Adam, gave him a brazen smile.
Anthony looked her over approvingly. “You minx,” he said in husky praise, as he looped an arm around her waist. “I see that wry glimmer in your mischievous eyes. Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Helia?” he whispered, his words like sin itself.
She was capable of only the tiniest shakes of her head. She lifted her gaze to his. “I’d rather ye show me.”
