Page 79 of Outrageous

“Shut up.” The words came from between gritted teeth.

In spite of his mortification at how he’d just brutalized an innocent, he couldn’t help being amused at her very Eva-like response.

“Why did you lie?” The words were harsher and more accusatory than he’d intended, but there was all-out war occurring in his body and it was the best he could manage. His mind reeled against the implications of taking an innocent so roughly, but his body required every ounce of restraint to keep it from pulling out and then slamming back in. Repeatedly.

“I lied because there would have been this. Must we talk and talk and talk now?” Fury and frustration and desire pulsed in her voice.

Godric gave a shaky sigh, and then—weak, worthless lout that he was—he began to pull out.

She gave a low groan and he froze.

“Does it hurt when I move?”

“No.” It was more a grunt than a word, and he wasn’t sure he believed it. But then she lifted her hips, retaking the part of him he’d just removed.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

Godric’s body obeyed her order even before his sex-drugged mind had finished translating the words. He pulled almost all the way out, pulsing his head in the tight ring of muscle and making her whimper and squirm, before gliding all the way back in.

The noise she made was quite the most sensual sound he’d ever heard.

She was wet—soaking wet—and the sound of labored breathing and wet coupling filled the room, their mingled scent primal. Cognizant of her condition—in spite of whatever bravado she might show—he stroked into her slow and steady, working her gently until she began to soften and relax beneath him.

She made small noises with each thrust, her hands tightening on his shoulders each time he pulled out, as if to keep him inside. She might never have engaged in the act of coitus before, but her body knew what to do, and she clenched and released in rhythm with his strokes.

“Yes, Eva. That feels so good,” he praised as he lowered himself to one elbow and slid a hand between them, his thrusts slowing but his cock penetrating her more deeply. “I want to feel your body when you reach your climax.” She tightened at his words and he rewarded her with a deeper stroke, his thumb finding her hard peak and massaging the sensitive base, caressing her tiny organ until she began to shudder.

“Godric!” She thrashed and uttered nonsense words, her passage becoming even tighter as he worked her toward orgasm. And what a climax it was.

She contracted around him so hard it was painful. Godric grunted and grew still, his jaws clenched tightly as she came in seemingly endless waves, clinging to his shoulders with a grip that would leave bruises on his bruises. Her dark eyes were wide in the flickering light of the dying candle, her body jerking and inner muscles spasming in ever weaker contractions.

When her eyelids drifted closed and her taut body relaxed, he began to move.

Encouraged by her soft moan of pleasure, Godric worked her with deep, thorough thrusts, hilting himself each time. He gloried in the sheer masculine dominance of the action, filling and claiming her over and over, the erotic joining as old as humankind.

His eyes never left her beautiful, blissful face as his hips began pounding her with increasingly savage thrusts. When he reached the brink of control, he pulled from her body and pumped himself with his fist, spending in hot, lazy ropes on her belly.

He’d not even enjoyed the last spasm of pleasure when a voice in his head said, Well, now you’ve done it.

Chapter 15

Godric cleaned them both with a damp cloth and then lay down beside her, his big body causing the mattress to tip and roll her toward him.

When she scrabbled to hold on and stay on her side, a warm hand gripped her chin and tilted her face toward him. His expression was stern and she could see the questions lurking behind the haze of pleasure that still tinted his eyes.

Eva scowled, no matter how much she loved the feel of his hands on her body. “You are going to be tiresome and scold, aren’t you?”

A small, surprised laugh slipped out of him. “You say that as if you overspent your pin money or recklessly crammed your hunter.”

Eva shrugged.

“I might have hurt you—did that not occur to you?”

“You didn’t.”

“Yes, well, perhaps I might have liked to have some say in whether I deflowered an innocent—I suppose that didn’t occur to you, either.”

She felt as if he’d slapped her, and before she could restrain herself, she shoved him back with all her strength.