Page 106 of Hexbound
Bishop couldn't get enough of her. He lost himself in the wet-slick thrust and glide of this ancient dance as she ate at his mouth. There was a wildness about her tonight, as if she clung to him with every inch of her being.
Everything was that thrust and pull. He groaned as his hand found her breast and his tongue tangled with hers. Why had he ever waited for this? Sexual energy danced over his skin, almost as tempting as themaladroise. There was no psychic connection between them tonight, but he felt as though their bodies joined, becoming one. Tugging at her ribbons, he pulled her bodice loose enough to reveal the creamy slopes of her upper breasts, and then his mouth was there. Licking. Nibbling. Jesus. Why had he waited for so long? This was intense. Amazing. The best bloody thing ever.
But it wouldn't have been the same if it were not with her.
Bishop curled his fists in her skirts. What a truth to behold, but it struck him straight through the heart.
Every moment of waiting had been worth it. For her. For this. Every aching moment of loneliness had led him along this path, and now he couldn't dream of anything else.
He wanted to please her. Wanted to hear her scream his name on her lips. The heat flushing through his cock and balls, however, promised that his pleasure would come before hers.
Grasping her by the hips, he withdrew briefly and turned her over.
"What are you—" Her words turned into a moan as he slid his hand beneath her mound, cupping her through all the layers of silk.
"Did you know in the Orient there is a book called theKama Sutra, full of all of the philosophy and theory of love and what triggers desire."
Verity's nails dug into the green baize as he finally found the wet heat of her through all of that silk. "Is there?" she gasped as his fingers slid wetly through those delicate folds.
"Mmm." He slid her skirts up and tugged her drawers down, revealing the smooth white globe of her bottom. "I studied it most assiduously as a young man. There were some quite detailed drawings about what a man can do to a woman. I always wondered what this... would feel like."
Parting her thighs with his knee, he returned to his task, teasing lightly at her clitoris even as he pressed his cock against her opening. "I think—" He breathed heavily as he thrust slowly back inside her. "—that I would like to study it again, now that an English translation has been made by Sir Richard Burton."
"I think"—Verity arched her hips becomingly—"that I would like to see this naughty book too."
"Would you?" He felt her tighten as he swirled a small circle over that little bud. The angle of this position drove him deep inside her. Both the depth and the tight fist of her sheath were doing terrible things to his self-control. Sweat dampened his temples.
"Y-yes," she gasped. "Yes, oh, my goodness."
Bishop ground his teeth together, and thrust a little harder. He felt her tremble, her fingers forming small claws in the green baize of his billiards table.That's it. Come on, darling.
"More," Verity gasped. "Harder."
Another thrust set off the quake inside her. Verity cried out, and he felt her come, felt every exquisite tremor, and it terrified him.
Yes, he was scared. Of losing this, losing her. Of never getting the chance to try for anything more. And maybe that was why he'd turned her away from him, so she wouldn't see it on his face.
He wanted a chance with her more than anything, but that was foolish. Adrian Bishop had never asked for anything in his life. All he'd ever wanted was to stophurting others. To stop wanting to hurt them. To burn this thrice-cursed haunting ache out of his blood.
But he wanted her.
Small moments. Day to day. That's all I ask for; the here and now....That's what he wanted too. If he couldn't fix everything else, then at least he could have this. One small moment of pure happiness.
He lost himself in her, lost himself to the world around him, fucking and thrusting inside her. Tuning everything else out but the feel of her melting beneath him. And it was bliss.
He looked at her beneath him, at the way her spine bowed in submission, her hand flung out across the baize as though reaching for a lifeline, something to hold on to as he poured himself within her. Her chignon was a mess again, and as she tilted her face to the side, the breath exploding out of her, he saw the expression on her face. Saw that precious profile tilted toward the light, lips parted as though she'd throw herself quite happily off a cliff, content, as long as she was with him.
His heart couldn't take it anymore. Neither could his body.
They were both falling, and damn him, as he caught her hand in his and gripped it tight as he came, a part of him couldn't let her go.
"You've quite ruinedbilliards for me," Bishop admitted as he straightened her skirts and brushed himself down.
"Oh?" Verity looked entirely too innocent as she glanced up at him from beneath her dark lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, and he could see the devil in her eyes.
"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to concentrate on the game again," he growled, "without thinking of you and getting a bloody erection."
Verity smiled, toying with his waistcoat. "Good. I promise by the time we're through, Adrian Bishop, you won't be able to think of anythingotherthan me ever again."
