Page 35 of Madcap with a Marquess
“Fuck, Franny. The number of times—”
He buried his head in her neck, and she leaned into him.The number of times, what, Rupert?
The pleasure he’d wrung from her earlier was rapidly building again, snaking its way through her. Every slick thrust, every grunt he breathed into her neck, had her heart swelling to near painful proportions. Being with him like this, both of them broken down to nothing but raw need, she’d never felt more alive, more free, more connected to someone.
She was helpless against his onslaught. He leaned back, and her gaze locked onto his. His black eyes glittered, fanatical in their need. For her.
“I have dreamed of this,” he gritted out, baring his teeth. Savage. Uncontrolled. “Of fucking you until you break.”
Lord in heaven.
And while she held his gaze, while he drove into her, pleasure took her in its tantalizing grip. And destroyed her. Her core went up in flames, swallowing her in an inferno of ecstasy. Her head fell back, spine bowing so tightly she feared she might snap. Break. Like he wanted. His roared release filled her ears, drowning out her own cry.
He collapsed against her, their labored breathing filling the room. She rested her head against his neck and closed her eyes, breathing in deep. Earthy. Salty-sweet. God, he smelled like an ocean breeze.
And she was swept away.
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Rupert
Rupert’schestheaved,andhe sucked in a labored breath. Franny’s legs slid down his thighs as he lowered her to the ground with shaking arms.
She fell into him, and he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. He would consume her if he could. He couldn’t quite place the hypnotic smell of her, sweet yet tangy, possibly a hint of lemon, but also pure wildness, like the untamed fields of grass and wildflowers that separated their families’ estates.
Her body shuddered within his arms from her own struggle to regain breath, and his arms tightened reflexively around her.
He pressed a soft kiss to her head and dragged his nose down her cheek until his lips met hers. Tender this time, light brushes that did something he couldn’t put into words to his heart. It shook, trembled as much as his taxed muscles in his arms. Incredible.
His hands traveled up to grip her delicate jaw while they traded whatever these soft caresses of lips were. He had no idea what he was doing. Franny was the only woman he’d ever kissed—his lips curved against hers—and only ever the once. But he just knew he needed to run his lips over hers, drink from them until he drowned in her. What they’d shared…he didn’t have words.
He pulled back and stared into those green-and-gold eyes. Their color was muted in the dim light of the lodge, and he cursed the bloody outbuilding. But they were warm and filled with something unprecedented; something unprecedented that reached out to him and swirled in his chest, filling it with the same warmth that resided in her beautiful eyes.
He ran a finger down her delicate nose. The way she had yielded to him. The way he had driven into her. The way she had taken himin her mouth. His blood thrummed south. And then instantly solidified, flow cut off, stalled. His body went rigid. Dear Lord, he had thrown her into a wall. He had put his cock in his wife’smouth.
Immoral, sinful, vulgar.
He abruptly released her and backed away, his breaths short and choppy.What have you done?His gut knotted, and a feeling so unbearable consumed him, nearly sending him to the floor as it attempted to shred him apart from the inside out.
“Rupert?” she asked, her eyes searching, her hand outstretched, reaching for him.
No. Why did he always lose control with her?
She enjoyed it, though,the devil inside him taunted.She likes the beast you hide inside.
He shook his head, denying the voice always tempting him to sin. The one always finding a convincing argument.
“You should get dressed and return to the manor,” he managed to get out.
“Rupert, don’t retreat from me. We should discuss this.”
“No!”
She flinched at his biting tone, and his gut twisted. But there was nothing to discuss. He’d attacked his wife. He’d allowed her to debase herself in the worst way.
Franny stood firm. “What’s wrong, Rupert? What could possibly have you upset?”
“What could possibly have me upset?” He could feel his eyes stretching wide, and pain lanced his scalp before he realized he was tugging at his hair again. “God, Franny. I treated you no better than a whore. I threw you into a wall. I put my—my—in your mouth!” Heat attacked the skin of his face, fast and furious. “I put my mouth on—”
