Page 39 of The Dove
Taking hold of her hair, he yanked, tipping her head back and arching her neck the way she liked, exposing the vulnerable veins thrumming with every beat of her heart. He lowered his head again and opened his mouth, trailing his teeth over the taut tendons, lapping at her pulse.
“Mine,” he murmured against her throat, kissing, sucking hard enough to leave the marks of his possession.
She thrashed beneath him, and he could not tell if it were due to pleasure or if she was still fighting him … and he did not care. Sinking down until his body fit against hers, he thrust his hips, seeking out the mound between her legs with his cock. He groaned when he found her, his prick throbbing, begging for entrance.
But he wouldn’t give in yet, no matter how badly he might wish to. She had not yet learned her lesson.
She would. She would if it was the last thing he did.
Rearing up from her abruptly, he put some much-needed distance between them, saving himself from the madness of wanting her so badly, he could hardly think. He flipped her onto her stomach, attacking the buttons running down the back of the simple walking dress she had changed into. He missed the gold satin she’d worn to the ball, the color that had turned her into a walking, living flame of fire.
His hands shook as he tore the buttons from their holes, ripping a few of them loose in his haste.
“You cannot control me this way,” she panted, even as he removed her gown and tossed it aside, tearing off her slippers next and leaving her in only her white, lace-edged stockings and garters. “You can use me … hurt me … in the end, you cannot stop me from leaving this house when it is over and doing as I please. You cannot stop me from marrying him.”
With a savage snarl, he fisted her hair again and pulled until her back arched, her upper body bowing up off the bed. He leaned down until his mouth touched her ear, his breath harsh and ragged as he resisted the urge to ram into her from behind and fuck her until she begged him to stop.
“Perhaps I cannot stop you from marrying him,” he murmured, delving his other hand between her legs and finding her soaking wet. “But I can make your life with him very, very difficult.”
She groaned when he sank two fingers into her, curling them to find that soft, spongy part of her channel that was always sure to make her splinter, turn her into clay in his hands. He maintained a tight hold on her hair, keeping her in the position he wanted while he thrust in and out of her with his fingers, slamming into her all the way to the third knuckle, coating his digits in her juices.
“He will never know peace, and neither will you,” he taunted. “Wherever you go, I will follow. I’ll climb through your window at night and fuck you with him in the next room. I’ll still make you mine, even if you give yourself to him. And for every night that you part your legs for him, giving him what’smine,I will take it out on your arse.”
She cried out, tensing beneath him as she neared her end, her inner channel quivering and clenching around him. Twisting his fingers inside her one last time, he swiftly pulled them out, denying her the full intensity of her rapture. She screamed in frustration, attempting to shift the position of her body, to take him back in. He slapped one of her buttocks, making it flush pink and forcing her to go still beneath him.
“Not yet, little dove,” he teased. “You do not get to spend yet … not after you’ve come here and accused me of things I did not do … flaunting your would-be fiancé, to boot. First, you are going to pay for that … then, I might let you earn your orgasm.”
He sucked his two fingers, wet with her essence, his erection pulsing at the taste of her, his senses heightening, coming alive in a way that only seemed possible with her. His nostrils flared, taking in the scent of her arousal, his cock fighting for freedom against his breeches, trying to batter its way toward her through the layers of his clothes.
He slapped her arse again, making the plump globes quiver, forcing another sharp breath from her.
“Bugger … you,” she ground out, clearly still doing battle with her own body and mind, trying to prove to them both that she truly believed what she’d said about not belonging to him.
It was so ridiculous, he wanted to laugh in her face.
He sucked his fingers again, wetting them, before using one to delve between her cheeks, pressing against the tight pucker of her rear passage.
“No, but if you’re a good girl, I might just buggeryou,” he said with a chuckle.
She gasped, her hips rising up off the bed as he sank his finger into the tight hole, twisting and withdrawing before plunging again, teasing the passage he’d only invaded one other time. His cock wept, moisture wetting the front of his breeches as he thought of sinking into her arse, bollocks deep.
He pulled out, smiling when she grunted, clearly annoyed at having her pleasure taken away. But he’d meant what he’d said about making her earn it after what she’d just put him through.
Rising from on top of her, he came to his feet, swiftly shrugging out of his coat and snatching off his cravat, tossing both garments aside before reaching for her again. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed, positioning her so that her head tipped off the edge. He crowded her, using one hand against her throat to keep her docile while tearing at his fall with the other. Without smallclothes underneath, his cock was free to fall out, poised inches away from her mouth. He massaged her throat, brought his thumb up to press down on her chin, opening her up for him.
“Take me, little dove,” he rasped, nudging against her parted lips, seeking out her tongue. “Every inch … take it all. Let me feel that exquisite mouth of yours.”
She gave a helpless whimper as he nudged past her lips, groaning at the scrape of her teeth, the unrelenting clamp of her mouth giving way and letting him in. Her saliva wet him, her lips tight around him, tongue rasping against his underside as he stood there, resting in her mouth. Pausing to catch his breath, he let himself feel, registering the sensation of her simply holding him in her mouth.
Then, he released her throat and held both sides of her head with his hands, withdrawing slowly before plunging back in. She gagged, making a desperate sound around his cock. The vibration of the sound, and the pull of her tongue and lips forced a groan from deep inside him. His knees buckled, but he stayed on his feet, still holding her in place and pulling out again, pushing in, finding a rhythm that made his bollocks draw up tight against his body and his gut clench in reaction to the heavenly pleasure.
He let go of her so he could finish undressing, still steadily pumping his hips and fucking her mouth while undoing the buttons of his waistcoat, tearing it off and throwing it to the floor. The braces holding his breeches up came off his shoulders, and he let them hang from the garment as he impatiently tore at his shirt, sending the buttons flying in every direction before yanking it off over his head. Now naked from the waist up, he went back to touching her, stroking her face, her hair, running his thumb over her dainty little chin. His hips surged faster, harder, unrelenting as he plowed between her lips, seeking the back of her throat.
She gagged and moaned around his mouth, her nipples going into hard points, her back arching to bring her hips off the bed. He saw the desire smearing her inner thighs, the evidence of the way his cruelty aroused her, made her crave him, crave more of what he could offer her when she simply gave in to him.
The familiar niggling of an impending climax warned him just before he could spill in her mouth, and he withdrew swiftly, taking hold of himself and squeezing, trying to stifle it, to keep from ending too soon. As much as he wanted to spend into her hot, wet mouth, he liked this feeling of being on edge … needing it to continue drawing out her torture.
She was mindless beneath him, sighing and moaning as she lapped at him, dragging her tongue over his knuckles and circling it over his sensitive head, groaning at the taste of the bit of seed she lapped away from the slit. He gasped and reached down to grab a handful of her hair, yanking and pulling until she could no longer reach him with her tongue.
