Page 80 of House of Thorns
Chapter Twenty
An Instrument to Play
Nicholas ached. By God, how he ached. He hadn’t been this hard since—well, he couldn’t recall—and there would be little relief ahead for him. He couldn’t take her. Not standing up against the press. Not her first time. He had to teach her the joys of her body first.
Not that he wasn’t enjoying himself. He was. Immensely. He guided her leg up and out, enough to grant him access to what he wanted. The sight of her legs opening for him, revealing the shadows of her nether lips nearly made him spill his seed. Then, he was tasting her, sliding his tongue between her crease as she arched in shock, then delight.
Clearly, no man had ever tasted her flesh. The knowledge filled him with a sense of pride, of ownership. She was his and his alone. His tongue found her swollen nub. He paused to tease her with his tongue and then continued to lick in long, slow strokes, from the base of her channel to her tight little pleasure bud.
She began to move. He smiled. He would teach her the joys of her body. He would make her sing as the musical instrument she was. Carefully, he slid the tip of his finger into her channel. By God, she was wet for him. He continued the slow torture of licking her folds. Again, he inserted his finger and drew it out, establishing a rhythm in time with the thrusting of her hips.
She moved faster, hanging onto the press as if her life depended upon it, her breasts swinging as she pushed herself against his face.
It was too much. Blood rushed to his cock, turning him marble hard. He unbuttoned his breeches, allowing his shaft to spring free and dropped a fist over its length. His hand was a poor replacement for her channel, but she couldn’t take him. Not yet. Synchronizing the movement of his fist with the thrust of her hips, he returned to teasing her with his tongue.
She groaned and began to pant, the soft sounds driving him to near madness. She needed more. He knew that. He wanted so much to rise to his feet and thrust his pulsating shaft deep into her channel and truly make her his. How he wanted to spill his seed deep inside her as they both shrieked with pleasure.
Instead, he quickened the speed of his hands, on himself and her as well and swirled his tongue around her pleasure bud.
Her hands dropped to his head. Her fingers anchored into his hair as her hips arched. She turned into a mad thing desperate for release.
Then, her release came.
She looked so beautiful, naked, writhing on his hand, her lips parted. Her body spasmed around his fingers, under his tongue, as his cock hardened to the point of pain.
She let out a shriek. There was no faking the pleasure that swept over her. This was nothing like Demelza’s false pleasures or even Florinda’s well-practiced gasps. Olivia’s pleasure burst out raw, real. She quivered, her body clenching around his fingers as she hung onto the press, desperately.
The sight was too much.
His own pleasure took him by surprise, both in speed and strength. A grunt tore from his chest as he released his seed.
As their pleasure passed, he remained kneeling between her legs, enveloped by her musky sent. Then, as the intimacy of what had just passed between them threatened to make him hard again, he buttoned up his breeches and rose to his feet.
“Marry me,” he whispered, taking her into his arms.
“Pardon?” she gasped.
“Marry me,” he said again, louder.
She straightened and then chuckled. “I can hardly marry you.”
“Why?”
“Come, now. You’re a lord. I’m—”
“Beautiful,” he cut in to finish her sentence. “Loving. Warm. Brilliant. So very smart and driven.”
She smiled and then somehow, slipped free of his grasp. Quickly, she gathered her clothing from the floor and began to dress. “You certainly do own your reputation, Lord Blair.”
Nicholas lifted a brow. “That’s a strange response to a man who just asked you to wed him.” He wanted no other. He knew he never would.
“Enough teasing,” she admonished. “You have me, Lord Blair. Good Lord, you have me. How can I tell you no? I want to be in your bed surely as much as you want me there.”
He grinned. Her answer was as good as a yes.
“Now, be gone. I’ve work to do.”
Nicholas chuckled. “Then, my dear, let us begin.”
