Page 4 of The Earl and the Vixen
“Tell me you want me to make love to you with my needy cock,” he said, kissing along her jaw.
“I want your cock, Nick,” she whispered. “Make love to me. Now.”
He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at her opening. “This may hurt but not for long, and it shouldn’t do so ever again.”
He pushed himself into her with care, inch by inch. She gasped from the slight twinge of pain when he had his entire length inside of her.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, the pain subsiding, and she had the urge to move against him. “It doesn’t hurt any longer.”
He withdrew and then thrust back inside of her, causing her to see stars. She had never imagined such a pleasure and reveled in the intimacy from the man she loved most in the world filling her, the two of them joining as one. Nothing and no one else mattered but the two of them. He did it again, and she cried out.
“That’s it, my love. Moan as loud as you wish. It drives me wild to hear you do so.”
With every moan, he thrust deeper and harder inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, and it became even more intense when he entered her as far as he could. He panted and groaned, and she pushed herself against him to meet his thrusts.
“You are mine,” he said, thrusting hard and deep.
She responded with a loud moan and dug her fingers into his back.
“Say it,” he whispered against her lips.
Eliza kissed him and broke the kiss to speak. “I am yours,” she said. “I shall always be yours.”
He thrust into her harder and faster.
“Oh, yes,” she cried out. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” With each movement, she neared ever closer to madness and ecstasy. “Nick,” she moaned.
He didn’t relent and made good on his promise to make her shatter. When she did, she cried out his name again and bucked beneath him, arching her back. Once she rode every wave of the intense pleasure from her climax, he withdrew, his breath ragged. “God, Eliza,” he groaned before warm liquid pooled on her stomach.
After a few moments, Nick climbed from the bed and removed a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped between her legs, then her stomach, and set the handkerchief on the table beside the bed.
“I wiped away the blood, but you may be sore tomorrow. A warm bath should help,” he said, settling in next to her and pulling her into his arms.
“That was more wonderful than I imagined,” she said, brushing his hair away from his face. “I hope it was the same for you.”
He pulled her tighter against him. “My love, I have never experienced anything as intense as being with you. I fear I am addicted to you and shall never get enough.”
She giggled beside him. “Is that so?”
“It’s perfect since you are mine,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“Does that mean you shall meet me here tomorrow night and show me more?” she asked, placing a quick kiss on his chest.
“Nothing on this earth could keep me away.”
Chapter 2
Several nights later, Eliza waited at the hunting cabin for Nick. She did her best to start a fire in the main room of the cabin, but it would need tending once he arrived. Her entire body hummed with need. She recalled the previous evening, when she rode Nick on the very settee where she sat waiting for him. The memory was enough to leave her skin heated and flushed, and her aching for his touch.
She had met Nick at the hunting cabin every night for that entire week. She lost count of how many times he’d brought her over the edge to ecstasy. How many times they had done so for each other. He showed her many delicious and wicked positions for their coupling, and she found she enjoyed licking and sucking his cock almost asmuch as she enjoyed when he licked and tasted her. She didn’t shy away from telling him so, unafraid to voice what she wanted. Besides, he liked when she used words that would be improper to speak to anyone else. Improper to speak at all, as a matter of fact.
In a matter of days, she had become foul-mouthed and wanton, counting the minutes until she would return to the cabin and spend hours in rapture with the man she loved. They were frantic and ravenous, hungry for each other with an intensity that couldn’t be tamed. Then afterwards he’d hold her close, and she knew she had found her home in his arms. It was intoxicating and all-consuming, and her desire for him would never be sated.
Last night, they agreed it was time to finally broach the subject of marriage with their fathers. That night, they would discuss when Nick would ask for her father’s permission. After he had bent her over the table in the cabin, teasing, tasting, and fucking all of her favorite places first. She licked her lips, and her thighs were already damp from imagining the scene when he arrived.
Eliza only hoped her father would allow her to marry Nick. As a woman of eight-and-ten, she hadn’t reached her age of majority and would require her father’s legal approval. But if not, they agreed they would run away toScotland. She would be Nick’s wife soon, with or without her father’s permission.
