Page 23 of The Rake and the Muse
She pushed her hips against him as much as she could. “I have never been more certain. You are the only man I shall ever want.” She regretted her words, worried she would scare him away completely. He wasn’t a man who wished to wed.
To her surprise, he responded by kissing her. He released her hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him against her.
He placed his hands on either side of her head and positioned himself at her opening, the head of his cock just barely teasing her.
“I’ll do my best to allow you to adjust. Let me know if it hurts.”
She nodded, and he pushed himself inside of her, only an inch. He gradually entered her further, an inch at a time. He made one thrust, bringing with it a small rush of pain, and then he was completely inside of her, their bodies pressed together.
“Are you all right?” he asked, the concern evident in his expression.
Juliet nodded. “It only hurt for a moment. It’s mostly gone now.” She shifted her hips. “I need something.”
Theo grinned at her and placed several kisses along her jaw. He withdrew, and she clasped him tighter, hoping he would not leave. Then he thrust back inside of her, and she cried out. It was unlike anything she could have imagined, and that she was experiencing it with the man she loved only made it all the better.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered.
She did as he said, and when he thrust again, he entered her even deeper. When she closed her eyes, she almost believed she was flying. He continued moving within her in long, steady thrusts. Each one was more intense than the last and drove her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he said. “Do you like this?”
She opened her eyes and saw the tenderness in his expression. She cupped his cheek. “Nothing has ever felt better.”
He thrust into her again. “I quite agree.”
She whimpered, her heart melting into her insides. Theo quickened his pace. She gripped him tighter with her legs and dug her fingers into his back as she came even nearer to exploding beneath him.
Theo feathered kisses along her jaw until he reached her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth. His hot breath on her ear sent shivers throughout her body.
Brushing his lips across her ear, he whispered, “Come for me. Shatter around my cock and let me hear my name escape from your perfect lips.” He shifted his mouth so that he kissed her again.
Everything in her body clenched tighter around him when he thrust into her again and pushed her over the cliff of something she didn’t know could be so wonderful, and she indeed moaned his name as she rocked and shook from the longest climax she had ever experienced. Theo leaned down again and kissed her, swallowing the moans as she rode each and every second of unbridled bliss.
When she stilled, he thrust into her one more time before removing himself, and the warmth of his seed covered her stomach. He ground out her name as hespilled every drop, and she enjoyed watching his face when he did so.
He drew in a few breaths, still holding himself above her before he opened his eyes and caught her gaze again. The smile he gave her made her swallow hard and captured her breath. “Don’t move,” he said.
When he shifted himself off the bed, she immediately felt the loss of him. The cool night air made her more aware of how vulnerable and exposed she was to him, in more ways than just her naked body.
He returned with a cool, damp cloth and wiped between her legs, and then wiped her stomach clean. All the evidence and proof of what they shared was gone, at least gone from her body. The realization gnawed at her. How could she think that being with him in that way once would ever be enough? She schooled her features when he climbed back into the bed.
He placed himself in the same spot he had slept in the previous evening and reached for her hand, then pulled her towards him. Theo lay on his back and settled her to lie against him, his arms wrapped around her. Their legs intertwined and she draped her arm across his waist. She rested her head on his chest, thankful that he couldn’t see her face since she knew she might cry at any moment.
The silence hung between them for a few moments until he finally spoke. “I have never held another this way before.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and a tear escaped. She discreetly brushed it away so he wouldn’t see. She couldn’t speak, but also she wasn’t certain he expected a response.
“The mere notion of Duncan’s lips touching yours had me ready to thrash the man.” He kissed the top of her head, and the gesture touched her heart. “I’ve never felt that way about anyone before.”
She nodded against him.
He hooked his finger under her chin and tilted her head up towards him. “I believe you have ruined me, and I shall never get enough of you.”
She smiled at his words, still not certain she should get her hopes up for a deeper meaning behind them. Juliet swallowed hard, contemplating how to respond.
“I quite agree,” she replied, fighting away her tears and smiling at him with all the love she felt. She hoped he might read her expression and know without needing to speak the words.
He released her chin and stroked her back, moving his fingers lazily across her skin as they lay there together. The scene was so intimate and intense, and she longed for them to be just as they were every night of her life.She closed her eyes and allowed herself to dream of such a life, as dreams may be the only place where it would be true.
