Page 126 of Ruthless with a Rogue
She threw a leg over him and straddled his waist.Just like that, all coherent thoughts disappeared.There was nothing but need and Livy andnow.
Livy leaned forward and brushed her thumb over his bottom lip, like she was wiping something away.He frowned at her…
“You were drooling, darling.”
He tried desperately to bite back his grin.Cheeky bloody minx.He loved how confident she’d become.How bold.That statement just now was something he would have said, and to have her turn it around on him?He loved her even more for it.
He closed the distance between them, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth while his hands roamed her thighs.He bit down until she gasped, a gasp that had his cock jumping where it rested against her arse.He groaned.His cock was much too close to where it ached to be.
“Touch me,” she murmured between kisses and lifted onto her knees in silent demand.
Fuck.Whatever she wanted, he’d give her.He pulled back and quickly shifted them so he was resting up against the headboard.He encouraged her to rise higher until she towered over him, until she looked down on him.He softly cupped her face with one hand and brought her mouth down to meet his.Their lips swept over each other in a slow, silken pass that mirrored his free hand sliding between her legs.And just like the kiss, his touch was gentle, not seeking, not exploring further.Not yet.
Derek held her possessively, her warmth, her want pulsing against his palm.But he didn’t demand anything more from her.No, he wanted his clever girl to use him.Take her pleasure using him.And he got his wish.Her hips canted, searching for pressure, for friction.
He trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking on her sweet skin.Her hips ground in small, slow circles, occasionally picking up speed before she’d still and slow down again.His amused smile curved against her shoulder before playfully grazing her collarbone.She was teasing herself.Teasing herself on him.Fuck, he liked that.
He rewarded her by sucking her nipple into his mouth.She cried out, her hands digging into his hair, her nails raking over his scalp.Her hips picked up speed, and he was gifted with the first hint of wetness.Fuck me.He couldn’t resist any longer, not now that his fingers were slipping over her.He parted her, circled her.
He wanted nothing more than to sink deep, but not yet.She wasn’t desperate enough.His heart pounded in his chest, his cock like iron against his stomach.Want pulsed painfully down his spine.
Then again, there was the risk he expired in the process of torturing her.
Whimpers fell from her lips, and she pushed down on him, trying to force him inside her, but he retreated every time.She yanked his head up to hers, eyes glinting, dark and as dangerous as midnight waters.But he still didn’t capitulate.He pulled away and circled his fingers over her clitoris.And watched her while he controlled her pleasure.
Quick and soft, slowly increasing pressure before pulling back.Her jaw was slack, lips parted, silent moans pulling from her every time he gave her more friction.Her fingers were latched onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his slick fingers coasted over her.Her breaths were hitched, choppy, uncontrolled.She pulsed against him, so swollen, her cunt desperate for release.So much so, he was barely touching her now.If he gave her any more, she’d tip over the edge.Her lids were hooded over a pleasure-drunk gaze, cheeks flushed, skin shimmering with sweat.
Otherworldly.
His.
“Marry me.”
Her gaze sharpened for a heartbeat, and he finally gave her the pressure she needed.And she gave him the word he needed.
She flew apart, a moaned “yes” torn from her, head thrown back, breasts thrust forward, body shaking violently in his arms.His free hand flexed on her hip, fingers tightening like a vise.God, she was a vision.He ground his teeth and willed his body to behave.It was nearly impossible for him not to come from watching this display, her in full throes of pleasure.It was like he could feel it, her own ecstasy rippling through him.
She came down, chest heaving, and dropped her forehead against his.His breaths matched hers until finally his looming orgasm receded, and he relaxed beneath her.
He couldn’t hold back his grin.“I told you, the only thing you’d be able to say is yes.”
“You are such a muttonhead,” she said breathlessly.
He nuzzled her nose, a rumbling purr leaving his chest.“But you will, yes?Marry me?”
She brushed her lips over his in a whisper of a kiss.“There’s nothing I want more than you for the rest of my days.”
His heart swelled, his pulse picking up an erratic pace.Fuck.It wasn’t as though it was a surprise she wanted that.This.Them.But hearing the words?He swallowed down the overwhelming emotion, the elation threatening to crack through his ribs, damaged one and all.
A small hand lazily trailed down his chest until she reached his length and stroked him loosely twice before rising and positioning him at her entrance.
“I believe a celebration is in order,” she whispered.
She hovered, eyes locked on his, and gradually sank down on him.He didn’t know what had lust burning through his veins more, the way her mouth parted, little hitched breaths falling from her with every inch of him she took, or the tight wet heat surrounding him.He caressed her hips, her sides, with trembling fingers.The way she was staring at him, like she never wanted to look away, like there was nothing more important to her than him, had an emotion so immense, so all-consuming, filling him it threatened to swallow him whole.
Love.
It hovered there between them, weaving around them.
