Page 109 of Madcap with a Marquess
Her core buzzed, thrummed, and every time it pulled tight, just about to snap, that glorious rush upon her, he pulled back. Her ragged pants melded with his own rough breaths. His cock slid over her arse as he rolled himself against her in the same rhythm his fingers rolled over her. Every so often, he pressed the tiniest bit harder, circled the smallest amount faster. Before catching himself. Like he was losing control.
He drew back again, the tips of his fingers skimming up and down her folds. “Do you need to come, Franny?” Her body tightened, clenched on nothing. He groaned. “Look at how desperate you are for me. So swollen, pink.” The tip of his tongue coasted over her neck. “Wet.”
He dipped back between her folds, where she was even wetter now, the ache sharper. She whimpered, near-sobbed.
“I’m going to sink inside you now.” His teeth nipped her shoulder. “But you’re going to be a good girl for me, Franny. You will. Not. Come.”
Oh, God. She didn’t know if she could hold back. She was delirious, nothing but a throbbing, pulsing mess. Rupert stilled, two fingers frozen at her entrance. And then he slid inside, inch by unhurried bloody inch. And then held. Her mouth went dry, she was parched, starved for what he was denying her. He bared his teeth at her, like he was in as much pain as she was right now. Her core was on fire, the pleasure sparking, crackling. She didn’t know how she was supposed to hold back.
“Don’t,” he gritted out.
She slammed her eyes shut and breathed slow and steady through her nose. She ground her teeth, every muscle in her body taut with the strain to hold back. And then the coiling pressure subsided, and she breathed out a long sigh. Her eyes fluttered open and met his hungry one in the mirror.
His free hand pushed her chin up, and he met her in a kiss, a kiss that was a complete juxtaposition to their current torturous embrace. It was soft, sweet, adoring. The way his lips caressed hers, his tongue lovingly stroking against her own.
He purred into her mouth. “That was so good, love. I’m so proud of you.”
Her chest bloomed with warmth, his praise sliding through her, and cozying around her heart. She had no idea what this man was doing to her. She had no control over her body, over her pleasure, over her emotions. Everything had been relinquished to him. It was pivotal, this moment. Because she knew she could finally relinquish everything to him, to the man he was now. And she would be safe.
His fingers moved inside her, petting her from the inside. A cry fled her, and he swallowed it. Truly taking it as his. “Mmm, you like that, do you?”
Yes, she did. She really did. But she couldn’t form words. It was as though he’d stolen her thoughts, too.
“Don’t worry, love. You don’t need to say it with words. Your body is doing the talking.” He petted her again, and a wave of bliss formed. He stilled. The wave halted. “Just like that,” he whispered, his words rough. He did it again, building the wave and pulling it back from her. “You squeeze me exquisitely tight every time I do that.”
He slid nearly all the way out of her, then sank back inside. Hard. Then froze again. Her body bowed over him, a choked sob ripping from her. His arm banded around her, pulling her back flush against him.
He chuckled. And in that moment, she truly wanted to slap him. Fury raged inside her, spurred by repeatedly denied release. She couldn’t take any more of this torment. She was going to break. Her gaze found his, dark and wicked, satisfaction gleaming in the candlelight. He wanted to break her.
And she wouldn’t be Franny, if she didn’t rebel.
With a growl, she jerked from his hold and spun to face him. Her hands landed on his chest, fingertips clawing into him, and she shoved with all her might. He stumbled backwards, his eyes wide, jaw slack. Fool. To think she could ever be fully tamed.
Rupert’s arse hit the mattress, and his arms shot behind him to keep himself from falling backward. She advanced on him, and perhaps it was the shock, the abrupt turn of her from submissive to domineering, or perhaps it was whatever he saw in her gaze, but it had him scrambling up onto the bed. Away from her.
She crawled after him, scaled his body, paused at his hips to briefly lick over his hard length, then slipped his cock in her mouth. She hummed around him, slid up and down him twice before releasing him with a wet pop as a deep guttural groan left him. And then she resumed her ascent, making her way to his mouth. His cock twitched and jumped against her arse, and she swiveled until he slid between her thighs. Notched him exactly where she wanted.
“Next time you want to take my pleasure, Rupert,” she murmured over his lips. “You’ll need to act faster. Because now I’m taking it for myself.”
She sank to the hilt. A moan tore from him. Her mouth dropped open, the breath stolen right from her.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck. Franny. You’re—” His words cut off on a strangled, animalistic sound.
She understood. Because after all that suffering he just put her through, having him impaled deep inside her finally broke something inside her. Her fingers fisted his hair, her teeth latched onto the meat of his shoulder, and she rode him fast and hard. She took what she needed.
His hands gripped her hips, slamming her down onto him at the same time his hips bucked into her. Wild, feral noises flew from both of them, the smell and feel of slick sweat and sex consuming her. The pleasure streaked through her veins like an electrical storm. There was no more waiting, no more holding back.
She shattered.
She curled into him with a scream as her hips devolved into a stuttering grind. His thrusts turned erratic, his grunts louder, savage. Until he drove into her, his straining thighs lifting them off the bed, pushing him impossibly deeper, somehow drawing out even more bliss when she thought she had nothing left. He growled his release into her neck and then collapsed against the bed.
She melted on top of him, her face pressed into the bed linens. She didn’t even have the strength to turn, just gasped for air, her chest heaving in time with his.
He pressed a kiss against her hair, his fingers doing a loving dance over the skin of her back. She sighed, sinking into him. Utterly replete. Utterly satisfied. Utterly happy.
Rupert’s hand latched onto her hip, his muscles tightened beneath her, and then he rolled them to their sides, keeping himself inside her. Like he couldn’t bear being apart from her.
His stare found hers and what was heated and dark a moment ago was now as sweet and rich as drinking chocolate. “I love you, Franny mine,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against hers.
