Page 80 of Madcap with a Marquess
He bit down gently, and she let out a low moan. He dug his teeth into her. A cry tore from her throat.Christ. His cock throbbed.
He quickly stepped back and gripped the collar of her lawn shirt with both hands, then rent it down the middle. A loud rip cut through the small space of the tower. Franny glanced down, blinking at her exposed chest. Her short stays were the only thing keeping her from being completely bare to him. His finger traced over the swells of her breasts. The poor beauties, trussed so tightly. He should free them. It truly was the kind thing to do.
“Delicious. I wonder what shade of pink we’ll find these topped with. Will you be a deep—”
Crack!
His head snapped to the side. The slap of her palm against his cheek echoed around them with the same force as the pain radiating through his face. He stilled—and went up in flames. Ablaze. His cock instantly stone-hard. He ground his teeth against the intoxicating pain. That had been.Glorious.
She held her breath, her mouth parting, like she couldn’t even believe what she had just done. “Was-was that…”
“Green,” he gritted out. “You will pay for that.” He pulled his cravat from where he’d tucked it in the band of his breeches, and in the next breath, he bound her wrists, then anchored her to the iron torch on the wall.
Franny looked up. Tugged. Twisted to no avail. Her gaze flew to his, eyes wide. She was completely and utterly at his mercy. Her chest rose and fell in fitful bursts, damp black tendrils cascading around her face, her plait nearly undone. Undone like she would be when he was finished with her.
His heart swelled, filling every bit of space in his chest.
“Color,” he demanded, his voice thick with emotion. Not just because she was giving him everything he’d ever dreamed of. But because of the trust she was putting in him. A woman who had so many instances before been cruelly treated by the hands of men. But she didn’t hesitate once with him. Not even now, when he’d taken away her ability to fight back. He could do whatever he wanted with her, and she was helpless against it.
“Green,” she said softly, the hard glint in her eyes disappearing for a breath.
He crushed his lips to hers in a punishing kiss, unable to hold back the volatile emotions spiraling through him. God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her, couldn’t wait to feel her stretch around him, flutter and clench as he gave her pleasure like no one else could, like no one else ever would. He pulled away, panting hard, and his hands flew over her short stays.
“Now, let’s reveal what reward awaits me.” He made quick work of the laces, and her half-stays fell to the floor with athump.His gaze fixed on her chest, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Deep-rose pebbled nipples.
And in the next moment, his palms were on her, cupping, squeezing, thumbs flicking over nipples. Lust coursed through his veins. She felt like bloody heaven. She pressed her lips together, but a low moan escaped, and he could hear the frustration in that moan, the anger at herself for letting it through. She was doing an admirable job trying to fight him. To pretend she wasn’t loving every minute of this as much as he was. He pinched hard, and her mouth dropped open as her body quaked in his arms.
“You like it, don’t you? You like it rough,” he growled. He leaned down and nuzzled her breast. “Want me to fill you. Stretch you. Fuck you so hard you feel me for days.” He latched onto her nipple, and a choked noise left her.
“N-no,” she bit out.
He tsked. “That wasn’t very convincing, darling.” He bit down lightly, and a keening moan left her.
Fuck.He hastily stepped back and tugged at her breeches, pushing and tossing her about as he stripped her of the last of her garments. And then she was completely bare for his perusal. Cheekbones reddened with a flush, wrathful green eyes flashing at him, full breasts thrust forward from the imprisonment of her arms, smooth pale stomach that led to mesmerizing midnight curls. And beneath those curls? Between those lean, toned thighs? His reward.
He ran the back of his fist across his mouth, a famished man salivating at the feast laid before him. He didn’t miss how she clenched her thighs—in anticipation—and his cock jumped against his breeches.
He tore his shirt over his head and let it fly somewhere behind him. Appreciation flared in her gaze, and it had his skin prickling with satisfaction. He made quick work of the placket of his breeches, freeing his aching cock. He gave a leisurely stroke, hissing at the sweet relief.
She locked on to the movement. Up. Down. She licked her lips. Up. Down. Her pants grew more labored.
He slowly stepped up to her until his face was only inches from hers. They stared at each other, breaths mingling. Her lips pursed, and she jutted her chin out. Defiant even when she had no hope of escape. Could he love this woman any more?
“Deny it all you want, love. But we both know your body craves what only I can give it. Shall we test the theory?”
Her nostrils flared.
His hand slipped between her legs. Her breath caught. He groaned. She was dripping for him.
“What a filthy little liar you are.”
And then his mouth was on her. He demanded everything from her, right from the start, sinking his tongue inside, pressing his thumb into her jaw, opening her wider for him. God, how he wanted to sink into her. So he did. Thrust two fingers into her, and a cry caught in her throat. He drove into her, hard and fast. She moved against his hand, aching for more. But even so, she growled, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Hard. Until the subtle tang of metal filled his mouth.
A low, primal growl vibrated through his chest.Bloody hell.How was this real? His cock was outraged as it throbbed against her naked belly. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He stepped back, and his hand dropped to her thigh. He pressed her leg against the stone, opening her, completely exposing her to him. His brain, his heart, his lungs, all decamped. He stared at the heart of her, the forbidden part of her. She was exquisite.
“The most delicious parts of a woman are pink,” he said reverently, circling a slick finger over her clitoris. “Look at you; so many shades of glistening pink.” Rupert leaned forward and whispered over her lips, “It is time for you to answer, darling, for your little rebellion earlier. A slap for a…slap.”
