Page 97 of The Boxing Baroness

She shuddered and spread wider, the fascinating muscles of her stomach and thighs flexing and shifting.

“God. Marianne.” Sin shook his head in wonder. Just looking at her was enough to make him climax. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d make one hell of a fool of himself.

“Please.” She raised her hips off the bed and Sin did as she bade him, entering her with a powerful thrust.

Marianne bit the corner of her pillow to muffle her shout, but Sin suspected she was still audible several rooms away.

So much for discretion, he thought as he held her pinned to the bed, giving her time to adjust to him.

“Are you all right, Marianne?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

She opened her eyes and gazed up at him from beneath heavy lids, a wide, slumberous smile the likes of which he’d never seen before spreading over her face. “Mmm, perfect. More.”

Sin gave a choked laugh at her earthy, demanding response. “As you wish,” he said tightly, withdrawing all the way and then working her with deep, measured thrusts.

She stroked up his stomach to his chest, scratching him lightly with her fingernails.

When she grazed his nipples, he yelped.

“Too rough?” She grinned, and then pinched him.

“You witch.”

She flexed her inner muscles and drew him deeper. “Please.”

He gave in to his desire and rode her hard, grinding his pelvis against her sensitive bud each time he pumped into her.

As much as he wanted this to last—he knew it wouldn’t. He was gritting his teeth and thinking about crop drainage, labor legislation, and the Catholic issue when she pushed her hips up in silent pleading.

Sin’s control began to slip and he pumped into her with strokes so powerful they shook the bed. “I’ve imagined sheathing myself inside this beautiful body for weeks, Marianne,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

The headboard banged loudly against the wall with each driving thrust.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

She tilted to take him even deeper and Sin almost wept, his body shaking with the effort of holding off his impending climax.

Her back arched and she cried out as she came apart, bucking and shuddering.

“Yes!” he hissed. “Come for me, Marianne.”

Sin captured her passion in his mouth and then hilted himself with a savage thrust, their bodies clenching and convulsing together as he emptied himself deep inside her.

* * *

Marianne woke to the feel of something soft and hot stroking her belly. She lifted her head just enough to see the duke—the duke!—tracing the ridges of her abdomen with his lips and tongue.

He looked up at her. “Ah, the sleeper has awakened.”

“Was I asleep long?” she asked and then yawned.

He shook his head, his tongue dipping into her navel.

Marianne laughed as he sucked on the sensitive flesh.