Page 28 of Taming of the Rake
He kept up his stroking while opening his breeches with his other hand, never breaking the rhythm. Regina bit her lip until she tasted blood, wrestling with panic, fear, and something that felt a lot like … arousal. Was that what this was—this hot, flushed sensation stealing over her entire body and making her limbs melt? Her nipples ached, and each breath made the fabric of her nightgown rasp against them, further agitating the sensation.
The broad crown of David’s cock touched her opening, gently prodding its way in. Regina held her breath, wanting to clamp her legs shut to keep him out, even as her traitorous sheath throbbed and pulsed in response to the invasion as if welcoming it.
He didn’t push all the way in, keeping his thrusts shallow and giving the barest few inches of him. Her chest and throat burned from lack of air, and her heart pounded. The angle and shallow depth of his cock inside her made his swollen head press against a place inside Regina that heightened the confusing sensations tearing through her. Her breath came out on a surprised cry as light flutters began rippling through her insides, growing stronger with each slow, deliberate thrust. The pressure on her bud increased, sending a sharp burst of almost painful pleasure through her. It spiraled from the point of contact and penetrated her womb like the savage thrust of a dagger, twisting and penetrating parts of her she’d never intended to open up to this man. Toanyman.
David withdrew and thrust to the hilt, the collision of his pelvis against hers and the deep plunge of his cock setting something off inside her. Regina’s lips parted on a shrill cry, one of her hands coming up to clutch at his waistcoat as the entire world began to spiral away.
“Regina,” he groaned, his hips moving in swift thrusts that heightened the poignancy of what went on inside her.
She could not speak, think or control her body. Her insides convulsed around him in a pounding rhythm that took her breath away, her yearning nub pulsating against his agitating thumb. Her back arched and her head fell back as it overwhelmed her, blotting out everything in the world save for the man on top of her—turning her inside out and exposing all her nerves to the elements.
After what felt like an eternity, the storm within her began to abate, though it didn’t cease all at once. The tension curling her toes and making her fingers clench so tight around the lapel of his waistcoat went first, and she fell beneath him in a boneless heap. Then, the soul-wrenching spasms within her eased into aftershocks that had her shaking and gasping for breath. Only then did David achieve his finish, one hand slapping against the headboard as he seated himself inside of her and spilled, groaning and panting, head lowered so his hair obscured his face.
Regina could only lie there beneath him at first, stunned by what had just happened and still unable to speak. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, making her feel as if she fell through open air with nothing to hold onto, nothing to keep her from plummeting into some unknown hell.
David’s harsh, ragged breaths began to slow as he lifted his head, glancing at her with heavy-lidded eyes. He looked like some wicked, pagan creature, even fully dressed—his long lashes casting shadows over his cheekbones, his lips parted and reddened as if he’d bit at them in the throes of his pleasure. A trickle of sweat glistened on his brow. His broad chest heaved beneath the layers of his clothes, making her wonder how he would look without them. How he would feel beneath her palms.
“No,” she ground out, squirming to be free of him. He was still lodged inside her, softened but an ever-present reminder of what he was and why she should never have let him touch her that way.
He blinked as if awakening from a dream and gave his head a little shake. “Regina?”
“Get up,” she rasped, pushing against his chest, her legs scrambling against the bedsheets as she tried to crawl out from under his bulk. “Get off me, now!”
David’s movements were sudden and a bit clumsy as he pushed off her and crawled toward the foot of the bed. The slash of moonlight from the window illuminated his confused face and the unsteady hands that swiftly did up his fall. Regina pressed herself back against the headboard, jerking her nightgown over her knees as she curled them into her chest. She choked down hysterical sobs and tried to make sense of what was happening to her. Never had she known such feelings were possible during the act of intercourse. She had known what to expect every night before this one, and had even come to find the predictability of their sessions comforting. David had proven he was willing to play by her rules, and her crushing fears had eased just a bit. But now … now she was uncertain and shaken as she tried to make sense of the things David had just made her feel, and what it might mean.
Still kneeling on the other end of the bed, David watched her as if she were a cornered animal about to lash out.
“Regina, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“Leave.”
He flinched as if she had struck him. “I beg your pardon?”
“Get out. I do not want to talk about what you just did to me.”
Sliding to the floor, he braced his hands on his hips and scoffed. “And what did I do to you exactly? Fuck you, like you are paying me to? Or maybe you’re referring to the fact that you actuallyenjoyedit this time?”
Regina reared up from the bed, hands shaking as she balled them up at her sides. “Howdareyou? I am not paying you to contradict me or to force unwanted attentions upon my person!”
Running both hands through his mussed hair, he let out a frustrated growl. “If they were so unwanted, why didn’t you say anything? Why not push me away?”
She parted her lips to offer a retort, but no words were forthcoming. Whyhadn’tshe protested? David had complied with her every request without question, and she’d never felt as if she were in danger with him. If she had asked him to stop, Regina was certain he would have.
But she hadn’t, and she was angrier with herself than him for not knowing why.
“You stepped over the boundaries of what I have asked you to do, and you know it,” she protested, the words feebly whispered.
He paced away from her, snatching up his coat from the back of a chair. “What else would you have me do? It might come as a shock, but I don’t actually relish bedding you while you lay there like a corpse. I can literallyseeyou counting the seconds until it’s over. Forgive me for thinking that this might all be a bit more tolerable for us both if you actually derived some pleasure from it! Oh, and thatthingI just did to you is called an orgasm. I have yet to meet a woman who didn’t enjoy them.”
Stabbing one arm into his coat, then the other, he grunted while trying to wrestle it on without assistance. His flailing might have been comedic if not for the confused muddle of her mind and the nauseating roiling of her gut.
“Do not expect me to react that way in the future,” she snapped, tearing her gaze away from him and staring off across the room. “It was an anomaly, I’m sure. Whether or not I appreciate your ministrations is none of your concern. It isn’t why I hired you.”
His footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and she found him standing at the door with his hand on the knob.
“Madam, if you gave me half the chance, I could have you climbing the walls of this bedroom … and I could do it blindfolded with both hands tied behind my back.”
“Your arrogance is astounding.”
