Page 52 of Bloodgrove

Damn it, he was close to losing his mind. If he had fantasized about taking her before, now the desire had become a furious scream inside him.

Then he noticed that Elodie’s breathing had changed. The quick, tense gasps gave way to deep breaths, each exhale ending in a soft moan. Her eyes glittered like stars, and her arousal was dripping from her.

Then she lifted her hips and began to move, taking what she so desperately needed.

And Will gave it to her.

With the thumb of his other hand, he massaged her swollen bud while repeatedly sinking his finger into her ass. He never withdrew completely, only pulled back to the tip, well oiled, so that it slipped inside again at once.

“Oh, Will!” She was capable of little more.

“You can take more,” he murmured, bending over her and licking the sweat from her throat as he pressed a second finger into her. Just as before, she instinctively bared her throat to him.

“It is so much,” she whimpered, yet took him greedily. “I want more. Oh, Will, I want more. I want you.”

What those words did to him.

He was so close to coming in his trousers, driven nearer with every breathless plea of I want you. But he did not give in, though everything inside him wanted to obey.

He lowered his head toward her center while two fingers worked inside her ass and his thumb pressed against her clitoris. She was so close. He knew it, felt it inside his own body as though her heart beat beside his.

The crescendo sharpened. Her hips bucked desperately against his fingers, chasing the edge.

Then he drove his tongue into her pussy—into her endlessly wet, lonely pussy.

And she came.

She came with a scream that echoed from the walls and stripped away the last of Will’s reason. She rode the waves of orgasm on his fingers while he gripped his erection through his trousers with his free hand and finally gave himself enough to come.

As she clenched around his tongue, he spilled into his trousers, sparing not a thought for the ruined fabric.

There was nothing in his mind but her heat, her sweet, desperate, breathless moans, her intoxicating taste, the tight opening gripping his fingers, and his own pleasure roaring like waves in a storm.

Panting, they slowly returned to themselves. One final, blissful whimper escaped her as he withdrew his fingers.

Footsteps in the corridor tore them from the haze.

Chapter 28

Elodie reacted first. She bit her lip until blood welled, and with a flick of her hand, the key turned and the lock clicked open. She was already on her feet, but after barely a step, she caught her foot in a fold of the carpet where the desk had moved. Will was about to rush to her when the door flew open, and Hedgefort stormed inside.

The man froze, his eyes darting to Will, who had gone still halfway between his chair and Elodie, still bracing herself against the floor. But Elodie did not immediately get up. No, she clutched her knee through all those layers of skirts and swore as loudly and viciously as the finest sailor.

Rain hammered against the windows.

Everything waited until Will broke the tension by dropping back into his chair. With a dramatic roll of his eyes, he began sorting his papers. Hopefully, the butler would not notice the large stains of oil and more intimate fluids as Will hastily placed his notebook over the pile of plans and pulled fresh sheets toward himself.

“She fell,” Will sighed. “There is no cause for alarm, Hedgefort.”

“You should keep this place tidier, Will. Next time, I may break my leg!” Elodie snapped, scrambling upright before the butler could come to help and see her flushed cheeks. Or the sweat on her throat and temples. Or the glazed shine in her eyes.

“Your Grace, are you hurt?” The man stepped closer anyway.

“No. I merely stubbed my toe and tripped because everything in here is a disaster!” Indignantly, she planted her hands on her hips and glared down at Will, leaving the butler with only a view of her back. “We are not finished here. Hedgefort, please leave the door open when you leave.”

“My lady.”

Hedgefort hesitated briefly, then marched out, his footsteps gradually fading along the corridor.