Page 133 of Ruthless with a Rogue
Now, to return the favor.He scooped her up, and her squeak echoed through the chamber.He tossed her onto his bed and crawled over her.He made quick work of the tie of her robe, humming happily as he revealed nothing but naked Livy beneath.Exactly what he’d been hoping for.
“I think after that performance, love, you deserve averynice reward.”His hand slid between her thighs, and he groaned into her neck.Fuck.She was wet and hot and swollen with pent-up desire.She canted her hips against him, seeking more.Needing more.His cock down her throat had her dripping.Had her desperate.This woman had to be heaven.
“I know just the thing,” he whispered into her skin.He sank two fingers into her, and she bucked against him at the same time a beautiful cry of pleasure met his ears.He lifted his head and met her gaze.“I think a thorough fucking would be the perfect prize.”
Her eyes rolled back, and she whimpered softly and oh-so prettily.
He thrust his fingers into her, a hint of what was to come.Her body quaked beneath him, and he knew she was already at the edge.“You’d love that, wouldn’t you, clever girl?Is that what you want?”
Her lust-hazed blue gaze latched onto his.“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”she asked between pants.She arched a brow and nodded down toward his hips where his flagging cock, only half-hard now, was resting against her thigh.
Chuckling, he dropped his forehead to hers.Somehow the minx found a way to tap into her cheekiness, even as desire threatened to consume her.
“Love,” he murmured, their lips grazing as he spoke.“Give me a minute and I’ll punish you for doubting me.All I need is to see you lose yourself in pleasure, and I’ll be ready.Seeing you come”—he shivered—“there’s nothing that makes me ache more, nothing that gets me harder.”
And he stayed true to his word.He slipped his thumb over her as he sank deep, curling his fingers and massaging that spot deep inside.Relentless.She flew apart on a soundless scream, head tipping back, neck stretching deliciously.Her back bowed, breasts thrust up into his chest, her pebbled nipples grazing his skin.Just like that, pleasure swirled through him, flooded his veins, fierce and unrelenting.
He dragged his iron-hard cock against her leg.He waited until her pleasure-drunk gaze cleared, then tilted her chin, and forced her to meet his gaze.“And would you look at that?I’m ready to fuck my wife.”
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Epilogue - Livy
“I’mnotyourwifeyet,” Livy threw back, though the cheekiness in her tone was weak considering she seemed to have melted into a puddle of mush.Where had all her bones and muscles gone?She was a boneless, languid lump.
Dark green eyes flashed, and Derek bared his teeth.“Good as,” he bit out.
She let out a breathless chuckle and lifted a shaky hand to cup his face.“I am, Derek.It may not be official until a few hours from now.”She slid her hand down to rest over his heart.“But I am very much your wife.”Her fingers flexed, reveling in the strong pulse beneath her palm.“And you, my husband.”
Derek swallowed hard.“Your husband,” he said tightly, the emotion he so often struggled with threatening to surface.
He settled between her thighs, running his length over her in teasing slides.Their breaths hitched.He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.“Your husband,” he whispered.
She smiled against his lips, then he pulled back.They simply stared at each other, just as they’d done when she’d first entered his chamber.Breathing.Being.
Lost in him.
Not lost.
Found.
“You know,” she murmured, drifting her fingers through his ebony waves.“When I stumbled upon you in that salon at the Chesterfield Ball…and recognized who you were, how you could help my cause…I thought the odds had fallen in my favor.”Her gaze flicked to his.“I never would have guessed it would lead us to this moment.A man who’d sworn off marriage, and a woman deemed unworthy of it.The probability that we’d end up here...”
Those forest-green irises searched hers.“Essentially zero,” he whispered.
“It wasn’t something I could ever have predicted.”
He lowered until his nose grazed hers at the same time he notched his cock at her entrance.“Pure chance.”
“Serendipity.”
He eased into her, his gaze fixed on hers, unwavering.Her mouth dropped open as the sensation of being filled took hold of her.Her head was seconds from falling back, her eyes fluttering closed, but his hand was there, sifting into her hair, forcing her gaze to remain locked with him.Eyes on him.
“Stay with me,” he whispered.Something flickered in his stare—a vulnerability glimmering in shades of green.
“Always.”
He moved in slow, steady slides that had pleasure prickling over her skin.Each one ended with him grinding into her, an extra flash of heat.It was just enough to keep the desire at the surface, but not enough for it to spill over.More than anything, it was what was in those irises that had her heart a cacophony in her chest, sending her blood soaring.It was like he saw right through her, into the heart of who she was, into that place where a person hid all their fears, all their wounds, all their flaws.He wanted that woman.All parts of her.Just as she wanted all parts of him.
