I reached for him, but he shook his head.
‘No. Not yet. I desire to look at you. To see every inch of you.’
I was very aware that I was completely naked, and he was fully clothed. It aroused me to feel vulnerable, in his presence. Seeing William as the all-powerful lord, and hearing him telling me how I existed only for his pleasure, excited me more than I could explain.
The fact that he was technically no longer Lord of Trevarron made absolutely no difference to how I felt about him, and the incredible pleasure we got from being together.
When we had made love before, William was always themaster, and I the willing servant. He had been lord of the manor and I was a lady’s maid. The power dynamics were reflected in the bedroom, and we both enjoyed it.
In real life, outside of lovemaking, I was more than William’s equal, and I knew that he loved that. I was better educated, more aware, more thoughtful. I would argue with him and not retreat; he loved that I wouldn’t let him get away with anything. He loved that I challenged him. He was a strong man, both emotionally and mentally as well as physically, and he had never had a woman challenge him before.
In the bedroom, William dominated me physically and gave me everything I needed. He knew, instinctively, how I desired to be taken, pleasured and delighted. He knew that his strength turned me on. But, ultimately, I held all the power. Because everything William did was for my pleasure, and if it had been my pleasure for him to serve me on his knees and treat me like an avenging queen, a dark mistress, then he would have done it immediately.
‘Turn over,’ he ordered me. I obeyed, a delicious thrill of excitement thrumming in my whole body.
I laid there, alert to the presence of his body near to me, anticipating his touch.
I could feel the heat of his body. I wanted him to caress me. I yearned for it. I squirmed, moving myself closer to where he stood.
‘Stay where you are,’ he ordered. I stilled, waiting, impatiently.
Suddenly, I felt the light touch of his fingertip trace itself up my leg; behind my knee, up my thigh, across my bottom. It strayed there, and I felt his hand caress me. I heard him make a deep growl. Then, the fingertip traced its way slowly up my back, to my neck, where it pushed my hair away.
The sensation of just his fingertip was almost too much to bear. I wanted more. Of him, of everything. I wanted both of his hands on my bottom. I wanted his tongue to follow the line of his fingertip. I wanted to kiss him, hold him, be held by him.
I wanted to feel him inside me, moving against me, hard, slow, I wanted it all.
He kissed the back of my neck softly; I moaned at the sudden sensation.
‘Hm. So eager. So hungry for me,’ he said, his voice low and husky. ‘Tell me what you want, sweet one.’
‘I want you,’ I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow.
‘Hm. You are desirous whelp,’ he dictated. ‘My lustful little harlot…’
He tapped my bottom lightly with the palm of his hand.
‘Spread your legs. Let me inspect your most secret parts,’ William ordered. I could hear that his voice was thick with desire.
I did as he ordered, finding the very act of obeying him, of displaying myself to him, deeply intoxicating.
‘Beautiful,’ he murmured. I felt him stroking me now; I could feel how wet I’d gotten.
‘Tell me again what you want,’ he said; his voice was husky.
‘I want you,’ I repeated.
He picked me up and turned me over so that I was facing up, looking at him.
‘You have me. For as long as you desire.’ He lowered his head and kissed me softly, and I surrendered to him. Surrendered to the pleasure that seemed so fleeting, so precious, so destined.
As we kissed, I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck and drew him down closer to me. I wanted all of him. I wanted to be as close to him as I could for as long as I could. If I was risking losing him again, I wanted William as close to me as possible.
He continued stroking me. My breath hitched in my throat. Pleasure spiralled in my body, emanating out from the centre of me. I craved him.
‘William, please. I want you inside me. Fill me. Please,’ I begged, breathlessly. His pupils widened with desire. I knew that he wanted the same thing; he was hard as a rock. I knew that he longed for me.
‘As my lady desires,’ he groaned, and pushed inside me, slowly. I drew in a deep breath. My eyes widened as he pushed deeperinto me, filling me completely. A primal noise escaped my throat as the delicious pressure intensified.
