Page 108 of Madcap with a Marquess
Oh, God.She squirmed, and the feel of his hard length behind her only made everything that much worse, made the ache that much more excruciating. He lightened his touch, barely skimming over her nipples. She rolled her head back and forth, tried to push her breasts into his hands, but he completely left her then. She cried out, her eyes falling shut.
He gripped her chin, and her eyes flew open, clashing with his. “Your eyes stay open, Franny,” he murmured. His words were gentle; the command in them wasn’t.
His hand trailed from her jaw to wrap around her throat. Not gripping, no pressure, justpresence. “You will watch as I pull every ounce of pleasure from you. Every moan, every shiver, every”—his gaze flicked to her hips and back—“ache. You will watch as I take it all from you.”
One of his hands coasted down her body, and she couldn’t keep from watching. Couldn’t tear her gaze away as he palmed between her thighs. His fingers pressed lightly over her folds, and just that touch had her twitching as she fought the urge to press into him, to rock, to grind.
His fingers slid slightly, and he growled, the vibration dancing against the sensitive skin of her neck. “Because they are mine. You are mine.”
His hand dipped deeper, his fingers parting her, gliding lower to the heart of her. He swirled, and her mouth dropped open with a hitched breath. The wanton inside her couldn’t help herself; she spread her legs wider for him. He drew his fingers back up, her wider stance giving her a clear view as he rolled over her clitoris and then slipped back down again. Her pants grew harsh, ricocheting through her chamber.
“So wet.” He drew the shell of her ear in his mouth and sucked at the same time he circled her. Didn’t sink inside. Just continued whatever this torture was, making an utter mess of her as he slipped and skimmed teasingly over her body. “See how you glisten for me? You are stunning.”
Her body trembled, her muscles at a very real risk of giving out. It was the most erotic sight, him pleasuring her, forcing her to watch.
“This is mine too, Franny.” He squeezed softly around her throat, and her gaze flew to his again. And then his hand left her core, and gaze trained on hers in the mirror, he slid his slick fingers into his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut, an appreciative hum rumbling through him.
Her knees buckled, and she barely caught herself from falling.Oh my God.
His eyes flashed open, something dangerous flickering in their depths. “Delicious.”
Franny shivered. He said it like a warning. Like she wasn’t safe from him devouring her. Lord, she hoped he would.
“More of that later, though,” he murmured.
The hand around her throat coasted down and gripped her right breast, pinning her arm to her side. His other fell back to her core. It was surreal. His body engulfed her, her back melting into his front, his arms wrapping around her, hands seizing her, taking her. She traced over their entwined bodies in the mirror. She wasn’t truly certain where she ended and he began.
“Spread your legs, Franny.”
She did instantly. Her body his to command.
“Eyes on your cunt.”
Her sharp inhale sliced through the room. She couldn’t prevent her stare from snapping to his. It was so vulgar. So harsh. This man would never stop surprising her.
“Mmm-mmm,” he tsked. “You’re not following orders very well, love.” He used the endearment, but there was nothing endearing in his tone. Just threat.
Both his hands left her, and she cried out, scrambled for him, gripping his wrists and trying to pull him back to her. He froze, his hands suspended just above her skin.
“You want my touch?” His low rasp slid over her, like she wanted his fingers to. “Then you will do as I say. Eyes on your cunt.”
Her gaze dropped to her spread thighs. Anything. She’d do anything to have his hands on her again.
And then he blessedly touched her. She almost closed her eyes, almost let them fall shut at the heaven of his strong, sure fingers on her again. But she didn’t. Couldn’t risk him depriving her again.
He brushed a whisper-soft kiss to her neck. “That’s my good girl.”
Oh heavens. Her hips canted into his hand. She loved his punishment. She loved driving him mad, pushing him over the edge until he snapped, and she was granted the full force of his retribution. But his praise? It was something she never knew she wanted—needed. She moaned, the pleasure throbbing beneath his fingertips agonizing. He wasn’t even moving, just holding her. But his praise, his presence, it had feeling flying through her veins, unstoppable, out of control.
Rupert’s lips curved against her skin, knowing exactly what his words had done to her. “Let’s pull some more of those pretty sounds from you.”
He gently rocked his fingers back and forth, parting her folds. She bucked into him, her breath catching. She ached so badly, was so swollen, pushed so close to the edge by his torment, it wouldn’t take much to fall apart. She could feel it, that spiraling of pleasure right beneath the heel of his hand. She just needed to grind into him, and it would come crashing down.
“No.” His harsh order froze her. “You don’t move. It ismypleasure to take, Franny. Not yours.” The heel of his palm lifted. The only thing touching her was his sinful fingers sliding low. “You will remain still. You will watch me take it from you.”
His knee nudged her thighs wider. His other arm wrapped around her front, under her breasts, leaned her back and pulled her firmly against him. Exposed her.
All the while, his fingers leisurely skimmed over her. Teased around her entrance, then away. He slid up and swirled a barely there caress over her clitoris before slipping down again. Her body quaked against his. Her heart was going to explode in her chest, like the breaths exploding from her lungs. He knew, somehow he knew, when his touch brought her right to the edge.
