Page 77 of The Bastard's Iberian Bride
“Wha-at are you doing?”
“Shhh.” He pushed the silk up and saw the first dark coils. His fingers slid under the gown and swirled.
“Oh.” She sucked in tight breaths. “B-bink.”
Bink or Edward, he’d answer to either if only he could have her like this, every night.
“Will you lay back, my love?”
She made it as far as her elbows and lay watching, her interest sending ripples of pleasure through him. He dipped his head and inhaled. Even here, her scent was cloaked with the fragrance of roses.
Kissing his way up each inner thigh, he stopped just before reaching her sweet-scented muff, found the soft button at her center and blew on it, watching her wriggle.
“Shall I kiss you right here?”
Real distress played on her face.
“Will you let me, love?” He set his lips close and exhaled.
“Yes.” She wrestled herself higher. “Yes. If you must.”
Bink chuckled. Oh yes, he must.
He slid a hand under her hips and lifted her. She was already wet with the flavor of woman, and he made her more so.
He put a finger inside her.Gently.
God, she was so tight. Her hips bucked, she writhed, and finally fell back, gripping fistfuls of counterpane and moaning.
He took a long breath and went back to her, inching a hand up to her breasts, swirling his fingers over her nipples.
Aye, please hurry, Paulette.
The moans increased. Her fingers swept through his hair, clenched his scalp, pressed him to her in a writhing, mad, instinctive dance of need.
And then came a soft keening.
Yes.
She choked, held his head close, and cried out, pulsing against him.
He was up in a flash, done with the selflessness, stretching her limp body on the bed, parting her legs and raising himself over her.
“W-wait.” She wiggled the nightrail higher, whipped it over her head and lay back, spreading her whole bounty, every shadowed curve, every smooth mound, every enticing curl, every wriggling, needing, wanton bit of woman.
Desire lit through him like the spark on a bomb fuse.
He fought for breath, for control. You’re a savage, Bink. You’re a mad dog not fit for decent society.
Hecouldbe gentle,mustbe gentle. She was so tight.
She bent her knees and braced her feet, and reached for him.
Now, his cock demanded.
He poised himself at her entrance.
“Please,” she said.
