Page 40 of The Beast's Ruined Bride (Rogues Gone Dirty 1)

His hands roamed over her back as she lavished him in love, but soon enough these sweet, light kisses weren’t enough. Not for her, and definitely not for him.

His hard length was straining against her backside, and she found herself pressing her breasts against his hard chest to help ease the ache.

But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

He shifted, taking control as he tugged down the edge of her dress until her breasts spilled over. He growled as he dipped his head, his lips and tongue seeking out her hard nipples as she wiggled in his arms, trying to get ever closer.

“Dane,” she gasped. “I need...I need…”

“I know.”

Her head fell back with a cry as his rough, calloused fingers teased one peak as his tongue lapped at the other. The ache between her thighs was a painful throb as she ground her hips against him in her search for relief.

His hands moved beneath her skirts. “Easy, love,” he said in that low rumble she loved so well. “I’ve got you.”

And when his meaty palm slid over her thigh and cupped her sex, she whimpered at the sweet torture.

But it wasn’t enough. And this time she meant to claim him as he’d done her. She shifted on his lap, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers before finally freeing that hard magnificent shaft. Her mouth watered at the sight of it and the ache between her thighs cried out for relief.

It took two hands to grasp him fully, and when she did he groaned, his jaw tense as he held himself still for her.

He was hers to handle. Hers to command.

Power ripped through her and that wetness between her thighs grew unbearable. She needed relief.

She needed him.

She scooted off his lap until she was kneeling at the floor, his cock throbbing in her grip. She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “Mine,” she said.

His lips twitched in a smile as sweat broke out on his brow. “Yours,” he said.

She lowered her head, ignoring his groan as she tentatively licked his shaft, tasting the salty taste that was so very Dane.

“Lillian,” he groaned. “My love.”

She smiled against his cock. “Mine,” she said, her voice stronger this time.

His hands buried in her hair. “Yes, love. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

She took him fully into her mouth at that, sucking and licking, tasting and teasing. She had no idea what she was doing, but instinct and his hard grip in her hair guided her.

Soon he was tugging her up. “I want to be in you.”

She climbed back onto his lap and he steadied her as she straddled him, the carriage rocking them together as she sank down slowly. So slowly. She cried out and he buried his face against her neck with a groan as she took him inside of her soft wet heat.

He filled her so fully it stole her breath.

And then she was rocking, the movement of the carriage and the roll of her hips coming together in a sweet, perfect rhythm that had them both gasping and gripping one another as she rode harder and faster...not stopping until they both reached their climactic release.

Bolts of lightning still zinged through her blood as she fell against him, her cheek pressing against his pounding heart.

They stayed like that for a long moment before she finally shifted, moving to sit beside him and pull her clothes into some semblance of order. Just in time, too, because soon the carriage was coming to a stop on Vestry Lane.

Lillian looked out to see their carriage was met by Dane’s friends. His family, of sorts.

Hers too, now.

The thought made her smile and she curled against his side as Dane dropped a kiss atop her head. “We’re home, love,” he said.

She smiled against his chest. “Home,” she repeated with a happy sigh. “Yes, I am finally home.”