Page 58 of Cora
“That, darling, is worth waking up for. I intend to begin every day with my face buried in your cunt.”
A rosy flush burned her pale skin from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. “What a thing to say.”
“I’ll say worse things. Stay where you are. I want to fuck you from behind.”
Cora obeyed. She let him pull back her hips and stroke the generous curve. A wicked idea took hold of him. A thread of control he’d been clinging to snapped.
Gideon snaked out a hand and smacked her ass.
All the air whooshed out of his lungs. Shock coursed through him. He’dspankedhis wife.Without asking.
Her yelp of surprise was followed by a low moan and an unreadable glare cast back over her shoulder. Cora rested her chin on the headboard, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulder and the bright color on her cheeks deepening. She wiggled her bottom. The sight of her pink sex was nearly as shocking as the fact that he’d smacked her—and that she liked it.
“That was all right?” he asked in astonishment.
“More than all right.” She wiggled her ass.
Emboldened, Gideon swatted her again. Cora peeked coyly over her shoulder, still clinging to the headboard, her elbows bent and her breasts hanging like ripe fruit. Her wink cut right through his remaining restraint. He cracked his palm against her skin hard enough to redden it, then slotted the tip of his cock against her dripping entrance.
Cora turned when he didn’t thrust forward. “What are you waiting for?”
“You have my cock. You fuck me.”
He wasn’t sure why he said it, but saying filthy things to his wife caused his balls to tighten. If he tried to take her like this, it would be over in minutes. He wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.
They were not leaving his bed today. Not until she was so sated she could hardly walk.
Cora groaned, this time with annoyance. Nevertheless, she obeyed, tilting her hips, finding the angle to take him in. He made her work for it, refusing to help no matter how desperately he wanted to be inside her. Seized by the possibility that years of fantasies could finally come true, he deliberately made things more difficult by twisting her hair around his fist, her face tipped up at an awkward angle.
Completely in his control, the way he liked her best.
He held her there until she sobbed with frustration and he knew he could make her come with a few hard thrusts.
“This isn’t working,” she moaned.
“You want me to take you like this?” He demonstrated, slamming deep into her. “Rough?” He dug his fingertips into her soft flesh, anchoring her hips.
“Yes,” she gritted out, arching her back to give him better access. He obliged. The slap of their bodies echoed in his ears, barely audible over the roaring of his blood.
“You like it when I’m dominant, don’t you?”
Her wordless sound of assent was music to his ears.
“Ordering you around. Telling you what to do.”
She sobbed a broken, “Yes.”
Pleasure pooled at the base of his spine, the promise of a blinding release. He had to get her there first. He slipped his hand between her thighs and circled her nub with hard strokes. Corabroke.She tensed and gasped, clinging to the headboard, sinking down as he wrung every pleasure he’d ever dreamed of from her body. His release kicked like a mule to the spine, stealing his breath and sight. He surrendered to the pleasure raging in his blood and cried out hoarsely.
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Elsewhere in London…
The shoutsand cheers of Etonians as they waved to Queen Victoria upon her departure from Windsor Station lightened the Queen’s oft-heavy heart—until the sound of a pistol shot rang out.
Pandemonium erupted. She sighed heavily and demanded of her head guard, “Where is Hawke?”
“Your Majesty, you must get into the carriage and to safety atonce.”
