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His hand was gently pinching the skin at the nape of her neck. “You are,” he murmured, drawing his mouth to her collarbone, “maddening.” He ran his tongue up to her ear. “You are beautiful.” He nipped at her lobe. “And now you are forever mine.”
She seized his chin, locking gazes with him, challenging him. “I am not forever yoursyet.”
Suddenly, his hands were at her waist. He shot up out of his chair to kiss her, properly this time, hungrily. She pulled him in tight as his tongue forced its way through her lips to dance with her own. For his kiss alone, she could feel herself coming apart at the seams, each lap of his tongue driving her mad with lust.
His tongue was the least of her problems as his hands slid down to her bottom, scooting her across the desk until her heat was flush with his knee. The gentle rolling of it against her core made her want to scream, but he smothered all sound with his impassioned kisses. She felt him harden against her other thigh, and the development was delightful. While he was distracted, coiling her tight, she reached down to touch him through his trousers.
As if she had set him alight, he looked down and growled, “Don’t play with me, Char.” He purred into her ear, “Don’t touch me if you don’t mean it.”
Not nervous as she worried she would be, led only by her intense desire, she grabbed his cock through the fabric and teased back, “I mean for you to take me,” giving him a bite of her own.
It was enough for him to shed all inhibition. Ferociously, he ripped the skirts of her gown up, sliding them from under her. He tore open the laces of her bodice and then swept the garment off her entirely, petticoat and all. There she sat in her stays and chemise alone, her sex searing,drippingagainst the cool wood of his desk.
Rolling his hips, he looked her over and rasped, “You are more than I had dreamed,” lifting her chemise up to trail his hand down her belly until he reached the spot where all her desire lay in wait. He cupped her heat, and she bucked into his hand.
Not satisfied to wait for him, she tore off his vest, distracted from her task only by the brushing of his fingers between her petals. He positioned his thumb at her nub, and her body jerked. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer still.
Once the vest was off, she saw to his shirt and cravat, tortured by his teasing touch between her legs. When she was done, she looked up and saw that he had been watching her. A blush had swept over his cheeks as he had witnessed his hand work against her.
She grabbed his jaw, angling his head to look at her. “I want you to look at me as you make me yours,” she commanded, surprised at her confidence. She didn’t know what to expect, not beyond what had happened between them last, but she wanted to drink in whatever he would do to her.
Without another word, she laid herself back on the tabletop, removing the pin from her hair so it could fall over the edge of the desk. Whatever he had planned, she was utterly at his mercy, and shelovedit.
He took his hand from her heat to open her thighs before him. He grabbed at her leg and shifted between them, rubbing himself against her. Watching him, she unlaced her stays and let them fall open. He took it as a challenge, leaning over her to lift the chemise from her body until she was completely bare. “You are like a dream,” he whispered, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. His thumb nested where it had before as he suckled at her skin, running in little circles, growing her pleasure.
Charlotte writhed against the desk as he worked her body, the feel of the mahogany torturous against her naked back. She could feel her pleasure growing with every turn of his thumb, building to a peak as when last he had touched her.
She moaned his name, “Benjamin,” desperate for release. He tore his hand away before she was tipped over the edge, and he brought her thumb up to her lips to silence her. His thumb became his mouth as he kissed her, slipping a finger inside her.
“Does that feel good to you, my darling?” he asked, and she sighed her agreement.
He pulled away and began unfastening his trousers. She gazed up at him, wordless, as he revealed himself to her at last. She knew she could not have designed a more beautiful man, understanding at once all she had written about. He was poetry before her. Taking himself in hand, he ran the head of his cock along her seam, and she nearcriedfor how good it felt—how perfect.
He placed himself between her petals, edging her thighs further apart, and he said, “You will tell me if it is painful,” his chest rising and falling with his labored breaths, “You will tell me to stop if it hurts.”
She nodded, then let her head fall back again. She had no need for her eyes, mouth, or mind as he eased himself inside of her. She winced a little from the pressure, and it seemed to give him pause. Gingerly, he drew himself out and then in again. In a gentle thrust, he was inside her wholly. Charlotte had never felt more complete.
Gently at first, and then desperately, he drove into her. Her husband’s study felt no more a room than a theater of passion as months of repressed feelings poured from her mouth. She found herself crying his name as he thrust into her, watching him lose himself to her with every roll of his hips. His hands dug into her skin, but the pain was welcome, only furthering her pleasure as he worked her back to a peak.
Taking only a moment to lean forward and kiss her, he drew her fingers from her mouth and placed them at the top of her seam. With a hand atop hers, he moved her fingers in circles, and Charlotte’s pleasure doubled for the trick. Benjamin drew back, thrusting into her again, slower now.
Looking up, more enamored than ever, they locked gazes. His face was pink for his rapture, his mouth swollen from their kisses. The sight of him was too much to bear. Charlotte’s body coiled tightly around him, taking all of him in… until she fell apart. Her head slammed back against the desk as her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave, leaving her breathless.
Coming down from her high, she forced herself to look up. Benjamin was looking down at her with all the admiration in the world. Watching her still, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, and she reached a hand down to touch his shaft. It did for him what he had down for her, as he tensed at once. With a dark groan and the whisper of her name, he spilled himself inside her.
It was as if he had been emptied, then filled back up with satiation and gratitude. After a while, still inside her, he leaned over to lavish her with wet, tired kisses. Pressing his forehead to hers, he allowed the room to fall quiet, breaking it only to say, “I love you.”
The words were so sweet, so surprising, that Charlotte ticked forward, knocking their heads together. With a gentle laugh and a gentler apology, she rubbed at his face and echoed, “I love you,” knowing she had never spoken nor written words of greater beauty.
Whatever sun had lingered in the sky at the start of their intimacy had long given way to the moon. Charlotte turned on her side where they lay on the floor of his study atop a woolen rug, with only a spare blanket for cover. She didn’t mind, not when everything felt just as it should be.
She looked over to her husband, letting her finger drift atop his chest, running more through the dark hair that lay there. He seemed so peaceful, at ease, for the first time since she had known him, and she smiled at the revelation.
There was trust between them—and it was unbreakable for their hardships. She was his at last, in body, heart, and soul. Greater yet, she knew she would stay his for the remainder of their days—leading whichever life she saw fit. Their story was not perfect, but it had beentheirs, colored by their flaws, strengths, pasts, and love…
And there was not a thing she would change about her perfect rogue.
The End…?
