“Your mouth, Wolfgang—I love it so. I need it on me. Onlyyoumake me feel so—”
Poor man. He cracked before she completed the sentence, licking her hard and thoroughly, swirling his tongue just where she needed it, biting, sucking, lapping, and so lost in his own sloppy pleasure that she shuddered, her breath coming in great, gasping gulps that brought her back up off the bed. Her belly melted into a hot, wet mess, sugar dissolving into caramel, and her brain went blessedly clear of all thought exceptWolfgang.
Right where she wanted him.
Charlotte’s eyelids began to flutter, her hands dug into the mattress and into him, and her final thought before her back bowed and she shot off like a comet in a hail of sparks was that it felt right.
It felt real.
It felt outrageous.
It felt like forever.
CHAPTER 45
Wolfgang was in terrible pain.
He was also in heaven, his mouth full of the taste of Charlotte, his hands splayed on her inner thighs, his thumbs drawing ragged circles against her skin, and the earthy scent of her satisfaction drowning him.
Christ. He could lick her all night and still want more Charlotte for breakfast.
And yet, the pain.
His neck was a cord, his muscles were locked, and his cock throbbed so thick and heavy that if she so much breathed against him, he was going to toss back his head, howl, and spill out all over the mattress.
Think of battle. Think of blood.
But three times in a week with no relief was too fucking much. His head was full of her breathy little sighs and his heart still pounded with how it felt for her to go off against his tongue. He wanted to make her come again and again until that curving mouth of hers could only say,Oh, please, Wolfgang, andWolfgang! I’m so sick in love with—
She shifted beneath him and he could feel a slight tremor ripple through her.
Wolfgang whipped his head up, alert as a hound.
Was it an aftershock? A shiver of cold? God help him, she wasn’t shuddering withregret?
All at once he was conscious that she’d come to his bedchamber, she’dcried, and he’d responded by ripping her clothes off. Wolfgang crawled up and pulled her unresisting into his arms. He leaned over to catch a glimpse of her face, but all he got was a mouthful of black hair.
“Charlotte?”
When he batted her curls away, they sprang back higher and bouncier than ever, like puppies who wanted to play. Her hair was also loose and impossibly silky, and of course, hedidwant to play. It was all he could do not to dig his hands in and get lost in threading each glossy coil around his fingers.
“Charlotte, where the hell are you? I see nothing but hair.”
She laughed, thank God, and his chest settled as she nuzzled in closer, rubbing her cheek back and forth against the crook of his arm, like a cat too tired to purr. Wolfgang’s heartbeat began to slow, until her knee drifted up his leg and his pulse shot up once again.
Cannons! Bayonets! Gunsmoke and screaming!
Just like she’d screamed when—
“Good Lord, Wolfgang. I’ve gone soft as butter and you’re so…” Her fingers trailed across his chest. “Tense.” She rested her elbows on him and propped her chin up in her hands, blowing a mass of hair away from her face, only to have it drift lazily down her back. “Perhaps if I touch you here…”
Wolfgang had her on her stomach and pinned on the other side of the bed in no time, holding her down with one arm only, so he could keep vital parts of himself a safe distance away.
“Charlotte,fuck,” he growled. “We can’t. We must bemarriedfirst.”
“How you do love rules, how I do hate them,” she said gently. “Break the rules with me, Wolfgang. Give me everything tonight.”
The pain twisted and tightened into agony.
