Page 34 of Madcap with a Marquess
Annoyance barreled through her; vexation mixing with the lust heating her blood. God, not this again. She was so tired of his rules. Of his rigid thoughts of what a lady must be. Well, it was time for Priggish Perty to get the giant stick out of his arse.
“I can very well do as I please,” she snapped. “And if it pleases me to put your cock in my mouth, mark my words, I will do just that!”
She leaned forward and slipped him into her mouth. He thought to forbid her? To dictate to her? She growled around him and rolled her tongue under his length. A deep groan rumbled from him. She took more, slowly sliding farther down his cock with each pass.
Oh, this was delicious. Her eyes fluttered shut. It lit her up inside, her core molten. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, stretching her lips wide, just like it would if he were to…
She moaned, but it was drowned out by his groan. Her attention flew to his face. He watched her, eyes mere slits peering through a soft frill of lashes, mouth parted, breath ricocheting. Ricocheting like her pulse in her neck. In her core.
Franny held his gaze and took him deeper. He groaned, rich and rough. And then his hand fisted in her hair and wrenched her off him.
She stared up at him, sucking in a much-needed breath of air. What would Perfect Perty do?Will you run, Rupert? Or will you retaliate?
His fist tightened, and he pulled her up. A sharp sting skittered across her nerves in a maddening pain-pleasure dance. Her hands scrambled up him for purchase as she attempted to evade the pull against her scalp. He let go, and her heartbeat deserted her at the sight of pure hunger on his shadowed face, at how he stared down at her, deranged curls falling heavy over his brow.
She shivered, took an instinctive step back. He followed. And there was something in his eyes…that hinted no matter where she went, he’d follow. He’d find her. Her limbs trembled. He’d never been able to catch her growing up. But she had a feeling this time, if she ran. He would.
His nostrils flared with each step until he stopped directly before her. She didn’t know what to expect. She didn’t know what came next. Rupert towered over her, unhinged. A delicious combination of excitement and fear vibrated through her. Whatever came next, she wanted it.
He tipped up her chin and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, and her heart stuttered. A deep growl ripped from him, and she flew backward into the wall. Her breath shot from her lungs. Her body rebounded, and before she could even regain her senses, he was on her. Hard, heated male surrounded her, engulfed her.
She didn’t have time to think, her reaction pure instinct. She was under attack. So she fought. She struggled against him, despite her insides melting, despite the fire surging through her. Her body was a riot of confusion.
He gripped her wrists, and she found herself pinned, wrists above her head, one of his hands holding them motionless. She panted heavily, staring at the stranger looking back at her. She thrashed, but it had no effect.
Except for his cock jumping against her.
Her eyes flew wide. He liked it. He liked her fight, her struggle. Her core fluttered.Oh. Yes.How she had always wanted to fight this man, beat the pomposity right out of him. But in this, she wanted him to win. For the first time, Franny wanted to lose.
He groaned into her neck, and then cold air hit her body and a heavythudechoed through the lodge as he dropped to his knees. His hands gripped her hips, trapped her against the wall. He leaned forward, running his nose over the crease where her hip met her thigh, and she squirmed, the sensation tickling her senses, igniting a deep ache between her legs.
His mouth dusted over her curls, and he inhaled. A shuddered breath left her. Oh dear God. She could barely breathe, barely hold herself up. Her knees had deserted her. The only reason she was standing was because he held her prisoner against the rough wood wall.
One hand curved around to her arse, fingers squeezing at the same time a primitive grunt left him. “Mine,” he rasped.
Her heart swelled. She had never—never—been the kind of person someone wanted as theirs.
And then he was sliding his hand down the back of her thigh and flinging it over his shoulder. He paused, his entire frame heaving with the force of his ragged breaths, gaze locked between her legs. Her fingernails dug into the rough boards at her back, and she shifted under the weight of his stare, all of a sudden feelingveryexposed. His gaze flicked up to hers, and she stilled. He noticed. A wicked grin curled his lips.
“I am going to devour you,” he growled.
And then his mouth fell on her like a starved man, and her entire body ignited. A cry tore from her throat, mixing with his deep, pained groan. Like he felt it, too. It felt too good. The pleasure of lips and tongue between her thighs was like nothing she could have ever imagined. Pure, agonizing pleasure. His fingers dug tighter into her thigh and hip as he buried himself between her thighs. So tight she’d probably bruise. She hoped she would. She needed more of his marks to erase the ones from her past.
Her head lolled from side to side as his tongue slid over her, did things that had her core throbbing, tightening. She rocked against him, and he moaned into her. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the vibration on her sensitive flesh. She dropped her hands to his head, delving into those wild curls, holding him even tighter to her. And she could have sworn he purred against her core. She couldn’t get enough. Her heart hammered in her chest, that precipice of bliss right there. So close.
The lodge was nothing but lurid wet sounds, her cries and moans, and his deep grunts. It was so far from civilized, and she loved it. Loved what it represented. His animalistic need for her. And maybe it was that fact, or maybe it was the way he thrust his tongue inside where she was so desperate for him, but the pressure building inside her was too big, too potent, toomuch. She fell over the edge, bliss crashing down over her. She cried out, her body shaking violently, her fingers yanking his curls, to the point she was sure she was hurting him. But she was beyond caring, beyond able to form a coherent thought.
Her tremors slowed, and her lethargic limbs fell away from his hair. Her sharp pants sliced through the lodge. That had been incredible. But her intimate muscles clenched, her body demanding more, empty. She wanted everything. She needed…
“More, Rupert,” she begged.
He delivered. Fingertips dug into the flesh of her arse, and she was propelled into the air. Her back slammed against the wall at the same time he drove into her.
Yes.Her head fell back. Oh God. Stretched so wide by him. So full of him. No pain this time. Just the most exquisite stretch.
She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles and tangling her arms around his neck. His hips crashed into her, impaling her, hitting her in a place that had her body quivering.Again, please.He moved in earnest, pounding into her. Relentless.
She used the wall for leverage, tried to meet him thrust for thrust. She didn’t understand the feeling coursing through her, the indescribable feeling of being full of him. It made her feelwhole.
