Page 16 of Madcap with a Marquess
Her fingers slid over her folds, slick now. She eased her pace, backed off the pressure. She was too close to that euphoric culmination. She refused to reach it before she experienced his touch. She wanted to be pushed over the edge by him. Would he dare?
She stopped, her breaths falling short and fast.
His gaze whipped to hers. And her lungs faltered. What she saw in those darkened irises reached into her chest and seized the air straight from her lungs. The gleam in his eyes made him look…dangerous. A look she’d never,everin her wildest dreams attribute to Rupert. Never thought Rupert capable of.
She reached up and took his hand and slowly dragged their lightly entwined fingers down her body, halting above her parted thighs. His fingers flexed, drifting through her curls, and the slight lines around his tightly pressed lips twitched, whitened.
Her skin danced in a shiver. They were at the precipice of something—she didn’t know what—but it was dark. Perilous. Unexpected.
She pulled his hand between her thighs and, with his hand under hers, resumed her slow circling. Her eyes fluttered shut, a low hum escaping her lips. The feel of his fingers against her skin. Heaven, pure heaven. He picked up speed, her hand merely resting against the back of his now. Her breath hitched, his fingers skating around and over her where she was swollen and desperate.
A pained, raw sound pulled from his throat. She opened her eyes and was met with a stare so hot her blood bubbled to a boil, surging to her core. Their heavy breaths echoed through the room. She pushed against his hand, her hips squirming. She needed more. Something was missing.
Him.
Rupert.
Her heart stuttered to a stop.
And then immediately resumed its rioting pace. She canted her hips and, praise the gods, his hand slipped down her folds, one of his fingers sinking into her. Oh, oh, oh. His fingers weremuchlarger than her own.
He withdrew and sank his finger in again, the heel of his palm pressing against her clitoris. Her back bowed off the bed, a moan pulling from her throat. Her heartbeat pulsed precariously fast through her veins, rushing to her core, an overwhelming thrumming building there.
She found his gaze. And she felt it. The hunger reflecting back at her. Hungerfor her. A muscle ticked in his tightly set jaw. So rigid, inflexible, unbending. He couldn’t possibly hold that much tension in his body and not snap.
He thrust into her again, quicker this time. Harder. Almost…violent. It was delicious. She should have known Proficient Perty would be a quick study. The heat in her core intensified, spiraling through her. Her hands flew to her breasts, squeezing, running her fingers over her peaked nipples.
He slipped in another finger, and she was lost. Mindless. The coiling pressure deep in her core broke, and her thighs locked around his palm. She bucked into him as she flew apart on a sob, momentarily untethered, her body propelled straight to the heavens. She flew.
Free.
She floated back down on a quivering breath, legs trembling. Rupert’s fingers slid from her, his hand finding its way to her hip. He squeezed, fingertips digging into her flesh, as unyielding as the tension emanating from his frame. Then again. Harder.
Her stare whipped to his, and she froze, pinned, the danger swirling in his eyes an unbreakable restraint. If gazes could claim—she just became his.
Marked.
A growl ripped from his throat.
And that was when Respectable Rupert snapped.
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Rupert
Rupertrippedattheplacket of his breeches. Her wet, tight heat clenching on him had been…Fuck. A vision of her flashed behind his eyes: back bowed, clutching her breasts with delicate hands, fingers pinching her nipples, mouth open on a scream.Bloody fucking hell. He would never unsee it. He needed to see it again. Another growl tore from him.
He shoved his breeches down, and Franny’s stare shot to his length. She sucked in a breath. Her little pink tongue dipped out over her bottom lip.
All restraint evaporated.
He was on top of her in his next breath, his cock sliding through her slick folds.Oh, God.On instinct, he notched himself at her entrance. And thrust. Hard. He buried his head into her neck, a low groan vibrating through him. She was so tight, her delicious warmth surrounding him. Her thighs came up to cradle him, and he sank deeper. He pulled back and drove into her, his hips slamming flush against hers.
Her sharp gasp rent the air, and he stilled, his ragged breaths bouncing off her skin. His demons warred within. Concern for her welfare competed with his desire to take. Claim.Break.
Her hands came up around him, gripping his arse.
He let his demons win.
