Page 58 of Rogue Lyon

“My love.”

He was behind her, his big body pressing to her back.

“Jules.” She spun in his arms and between one heartbeat and the next, his mouth captured hers.

His kiss was on fire with intensity. His tongue probed for hers and their bodies collided in a frenzy of searching hands and urgent caresses.

He cupped her breasts and squeezed and then clasped her ass, pulling her so close, she could feel his erection through his pants.

“Jules,” she gasped.

“I want your body so badly, I can hardly breathe.”

He was breathless. So was she.

“Yes…” She pulled at his jacket. “Take me—now.”

His mouth hit down on hers again as he rid himself of his jacket and cravat. Then he curled his hands into the neckline of her gown and pulled…hard.

The ripping sound was fast and urgent and she gasped at the reckless action.

“I’ll buy you another gown. Ten more.” He found her naked breasts and cupped them. “I just need my hands on you… Damn… If I don’t do this, then I’ll shatter into pieces.”

Meredith had never felt so reckless, so desired, and her blood ran like fire in her veins as she found his naked chest and huddled closer to him.

“I will make you release with intensity you have never felt,” he said, pulling her gown from her shoulders. “That is my promise.”

“I know… I know you will.”

Suddenly, he was spinning her around to face the bed. She fell forward, her hands landing on the neatly made coverlets.

“Oh…but…Jules.”

“Like this.” He shoved her gown up to bunch on her back and then palmed her naked buttocks. “We will release together like this.”

She twisted to look at his face through the shadows. His eyes flashed with lust and his mouth was set in a line of determination and desperation.

With his foot, he pushed at her right ankle, spreading her wider for him.

“Are you ready?” he asked, fumbling with his breeches.

“Yes. Yes…do it.”

She hung her head and looked at her breasts. Elongated with gravity, they were shifting with her rapid breaths.

“So pretty.” He directed the head of his penis at her cunny. “Everything about you is so sweet. You are a work of art.”

As he’d spoken the last word, he’d driven into her body.

She snatched in a breath as she was stretched widthways, lengthways, filled so impossibly perfectly that she bucked back for more.

“Oh, yes, that’s it.” He gripped her hips and held her firm and possessive. “You’re so tight and sweet around my cock.”

“More.”

He gave it, pressing in until she could feel his balls jutting against her.

“I hope you can have a womanly release soon,” he said, his voice strained. “Because I want to… So soon… Damnations… I…”