Page 81 of Madcap with a Marquess
He locked stares with her. And then slapped his palm softly against the center of her. The wet smack echoed around them. She sucked in a breath. Her pupils flared. Her mouth parted. He brought his palm down again, and her body canted into it. Her eyes fluttered, rolled back.
And then those lust-filled green eyes clashed with his. “Is that the best you can do?”
Fuck, fuck,fuck.The insolent little minx.
His palm came down again with more force.
She cried out, then let out a low, broken moan. Her arms strained against their hold, her back arching off the stone, thrusting her breasts into his chest, heated skin against heated skin, as her body shook against him. Her head dropped limply to his collarbone, small whimpers still escaping her. God, he’d barely touched her. And she’d come.
Perhaps this was why Derek and Rafe bedded so many women. He felt like the biggest man in the world right now. But there was only one woman he wanted to make come. Over and over and over. For the rest of his days.
He unhooked her from the torch and spun her around.
“Hands on the wall.”
She obeyed, her movements lethargic, dazed.
He gripped her hips, tugging her back. His hand sliding to her back, pressing,demandingshe bend.
She did.
“Good girl.”
He kneed her thighs apart and thrust his cock between her legs, sliding over her slick folds, coating himself. She moaned, pushing back against him, her body seeking him, desperately trying to find the angle for him to slip inside. Could he make her come again? Lord, he hoped so.
“Evidently, that wasn’t punishment enough for you,” he growled, the strain evident in his voice. His body, his cock, was screaming at him. Inside her. Now.
He canted her hips.
“I was going to take it easy on you.”
He notched his cock.
“But you don’t deserve my benevolence.”
He thrust, sinking to the hilt.
They both moaned, deep and rough.
Yes.
She ground against him.
And he snapped.
He pounded into her, relentless, violent. He leaned over her, his teeth grazing over her neck. “You are mine now.Mine.”
Her palms strained against the stone wall, her bound wrists making it nearly impossible for her to brace herself. The sound of slapping skin rang through the small space, mixing with their rough breathing, her broken sobs, his low, animalistic grunts.
Every thrust forced her up tighter against the wall, brought them closer together until she was flat against the stones, and he flat against her back. His hands dug into her hips, forcing her up on tiptoe, demanding everything from her. He hit some deep spot within her. It was different. He couldn’t explain it, but it rubbed over the head of his cock and it sent sparks streaking through him. Her walls fluttered around him.
“Christ, you feel so bloody good. Made for me. To take me.” His words were nothing but ragged breaths followed by guttural groans.
Pleasure consumed him, clouding his mind, dotting over his vision. The noises she was making were driving him insane. Mewls, cries, feline noises—his hellcat—as she tipped ever closer to the devastating edge of orgasm again. His rhythm stuttered. Fuck, he was too close.
“Come for me,” he rasped. “Come for your owner.” He slid one hand around her neck and held her tight to him while he slid the other to cup her center. With the lightest pressure of his fingers,she flew apart. Clenched on him in the most exquisite squeeze as her sobbing scream filled the tower. So intense, so beautiful, it wrapped itself around him, forced its way into his memory, refusing to fade.
Pleasure built at the base of his spine, coiling tight until—
