Page 27 of The Music of Love

Her strong hand guided his eager member toward her sex, tilting her hips to take him. “Now.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order.

A savage pulse of desire wracked his body at the single word and he struggled to hold onto a slim thread of control. He would not spill inside her after one stroke like an overeager boy; he’d been dreaming about her for weeks.

He reached between her thighs and grazed a finger over the hot, damp curls that hid her pearl. She bucked against him and cried out as he began to circle her stiff little nub.

“Please, I want—” Her voice was raw with desire as she pumped his primed cock while rubbing her entrance with the sensitive crown, making it clear what she wanted.

“Slowly,” he murmured through gritted teeth, his finger still teasing while she rocked against him, harder and harder, until he breached her. “Slowly.”

But she had other plans.

Her legs wrapped around his hips and flexed hard, pulling him deep inside her body in one long slide. They both moaned as she clenched around him, wet and tight. Stacy teetered on the brink of control; his crazed, frantic brain was only lucid enough to hold onto one thought: he would not spend until he’d pleasured her—even if it killed him. And he feared it might.

He withdrew slowly, his body trembling with the effort of controlling his thrusts, and then stroked just as slowly back in. This time he held her still and full, sheathing himself to the hilt and reveling in her tight heat.

She squirmed against him. “Stacy.”

He smiled at the sound of his name and the way it sounded like a plea.

He lowered his mouth over her throat and flexed his jaws until his teeth marked and held her, sliding his aching cock out of her body with agonizing slowness. She moaned and he covered her throat with kisses and nips while he worked her with deep, vigorous thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming and he barreled toward the edge far too quickly so he pulled away and stared down to where they were joined.

Good God it was a beautiful sight.

“Look at us,” he said in a voice that sounded as if he’d been gargling glass.

They watched in silence as he penetrated her, his stomach clenching at the sight of his shaft disappearing into her body, until all they could see was the stark combination of white skin and curly black hair.

When he pulled out she made an unspeakably erotic sound deep in her throat, grabbed a handful of his hair, and yanked his head up.

Her eyes bored into his, black with need. “Fuck me, Stacy.”

His jaw dropped. Had she really said what he thought she said?

“Now,” she growled.

Stacy obeyed without thinking and slammed into her hard.

“Yes.” The word was a satisfied hiss and her eyelids fluttered closed.

He used her with such unrestrained savagery that some part of him worried he was bruising her. But she met him thrust for violent thrust, her body as hungry as his own. Her climax built quickly and he redoubled his efforts, his hips pounding into her faster, deeper. His vision wavered and he began to come apart inside.

Not yet, not yet, not yet . . .

She made a guttural sound and stiffened for an impossibly long moment before convulsing around him, biting his shoulder hard enough to make him wince, screaming her passion into his coat.

Her shuddering body freed him from his tattered restraint and he thrust home and froze, holding her impaled while he emptied himself deep inside her. Pleasure swamped him, eddying and spiraling from the place where they were joined, rippling out to flood the rest of his body.

But all too soon came a bone-deep lassitude that rendered him almost legless and he staggered, holding her against the railing. The sound of men’s voices somewhere in the distance yanked him out of his languor quicker than a bucket of ice-cold water down his back and his eyes flew open. Good God! They were in the bloody stables—with people all around them.

She must have come to the same realization because her body stiffened, and it had nothing to do with sexual pleasure. Neither did her next words.

“Oh no.” The words were barely a whisper but they chilled him to his core.

Stacy gritted his teeth and pulled out of her before lowering her to the ground. She swayed against him, her forehead on his chest.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

“Yes.”