Page 73 of Lady Gambit
Merciful Lord, she was glorious.
He drank her in all at once—the long mane of ebony waves cascading over her pale shoulders. The soft bounce of her magnificent breasts, her rosy lips parting on a pant. Those dark, exotic eyes holding the lure of hidden treasures and mysterious adventures.
“You need to ride me, love. Do it quietly.” He gripped her buttocks and helped her rock back and forth. “Imagine you’re in the saddle. You once told me you were a gifted horsewoman.”
Her eager smile melted his heart. “I’m a natural.” She came up on her knees only to slide slowly down his cock, the sensation so hot and wet and exquisite he thought he might die from the pleasure.
He watched in awe as she claimed him, as she begged him not to stop as he stroked her swollen bud. She came apart in a visual explosion of delights, shuddering as her inner muscles clamped around his shaft, her cheeks flushing, her eyes so glazed she looked drunk on love.
“Dorian!” A sweet cry escaped her.
“Hush, love.” He should lock the door, but she leant over him to brace her hands on his pillow. Before he could rouse another thought, he was gripping her hips and thrusting hard and fast inside her.
Perhaps it was the way she angled herself or that he parted her buttocks and sank deep, but she came again, writhing on top of him and panting, “Yes. Yes. Dorian.”
He flipped her onto her back, withdrew with nary a second to spare and spilled himself over her thigh.
Contentment, the likes of which he had never known, flowed through every cell in his body. Despite the absence of words or declarations, one emotion defined the connection between them.
Love.
The thought made him smile as he soaked a cloth in the washbowl and returned to wipe her clean.
She grabbed his wrist as he drew the cloth over her thigh. “I don’t regret anything that’s happened between us. What we have is magical. And when I’ve floated down from this cloud of euphoria, I’ll make sure you know exactly what you mean to me.”
“Stay with me.” He couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving him alone in bed, let alone her leaving tomorrow. The corridors would be cold again. The dining room silent. “Stay until dawn.”
“I’ll stay until the servants wake.”
Stay forever.
He climbed into bed and drew her close, brushing his fingers gently over her back to lull her to sleep. He closed his eyes, too, happiness gripping his body in the form of lithe legs and dainty hands.
He didn’t sleep deeply enough to dream. Why would he when he had everything he wanted right there in his arms? But whenthe creak of the door forced him to open his eyes, what he saw sent him hurtling into a living nightmare.
Theo Chance loomed in the doorway.
A murderous look in his baleful blue eyes.
Chapter Sixteen
The atmosphere crackled with tension. The silence stretched, sucking the oxygen from the air, making it hard to breathe. Theo’s broad frame filled the doorway. His clenched fists hung at his sides. His face was a mask of fury. He looked every bit a dangerous devil.
Dorian held Theo’s gaze, his heart thundering in his chest.
Their secret was exposed. The weight of judgement loomed. Fear would have most men pissing the bedsheets, but he was not afraid.
He loved Delphine.
Now he had to prove it to her brothers.
“Get dressed.” Theo’s ice-blue gaze could freeze a man’s blood. His voice was a sinister whisper. “Do it quickly and quietly.”
It was a command, not a request.
This was Dorian’s damned house, but he deserved Theo’s contempt.
Although he knew it would rile her brother, he pulled the blanket over Delphine’s bare shoulders, stroked her hair and kissed her forehead—hopefully not for the last time.
