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Lowering her to her feet, he murmured wickedly, “You’re overcome with so much desire for me you forget what you have to say?”
A gasp of mortification escaped her, mostly because it was true.
Releasing a low laugh, he hauled her close to him again. But when he whispered against her lips, his voice was taut. “Promise me, Mary.” He lowered his head, his temple pressing against hers. “Promise me you won’t ever leave me.”
The words stunned her. Why would he even think she’d consider leaving him? That she could evenmanageto leave him?
“Oh,Rathe.” It hurt to say his name at that moment, the pain coming from the thought thathewas hurting. Tiptoeing, she reached for his face. “I willneverl-leave you.”
Their eyes met, different shades of blue reflecting passion that was both scorching-hot and poignant.
“Iloveyou.” She pressed her lips to his. “Iloveyou.” She started to say it again, but this time Rathe didn’t let her, his mouth suddenly ravaging hers. His tongue pushed in, his hands shaping her curves before cupping her breasts, and just like that, their desire for each other exploded into irrepressible need.
Clothes were discarded, their movements frantic, their panting loud and hard. Her moans and his harsh breathing were the only sounds to destroy the serene peace enveloping the woods that made up just a portion of the Wellesleys’ lands in the north.
Rathe had the presence of mind to lay his coat open on the ground before lowering Mary on it. Looming over her, he took one long moment to savor the voluptuous sight of her nakedness. Her creamy bountiful breasts, her tiny waist, and her long shapely legs – all of it combined created the most beautiful Rubenesque figure, causing tiny drops of pre-cum to wet the head of his engorged cock.
She ran her hands all over his body, loving the way the muscles in his back bunched up against her touch. Her hands drifted down until she was cupping his buttocks. It was her favorite part of his body, and she could feel him smiling as she stroked the hard cheeks of his bottom.
Her touch was almost irreverent, making him ask wryly, “What is it with you and my arse?”
She giggled. “I d-don’t know. It’s just so...” She pinched, and it was all hard muscles.
“You’re a little potty, do you know that?”
This time, she knew what ‘potty’ meant and Mary wrinkled her nose. “I’mnotcrazy.” She paused. “Well, okay, I am, but only about your...” She tried to remember the right British word for a person’s behind and came upon it a second later. “—-yourbum.”
His laughter rang out in the woods, the sound so masculinely attractive it had her toes curling. “Congratulations, milady,” he teased. “You finally have our slang right. Hopefully, this means no more incidences like that instance you said ‘pardon me’ in front of the Marchioness—-”
She slapped his shoulder. “It’s your fault.” She nearly wailed the words out. “I didn’t know ‘pardon me’ here meant something you say when you’re going tofart.”
His shoulders rocked with silent laughter. Gazing at him, finding Rathe’s face utterly relaxed and without any of his usual cold reserve, her heart started to race.
He was so, so beautiful this way that she couldn’t help it. “Rathe, I love you.” The words spilled out, made unstoppable by the emotions nearly bursting out from her chest.
Mary knew most would think she was stupid for saying the words so often. Even so, she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t make herself feel ashamed about it. Shelovedhim, and love was a beautiful thing, not something to be guilty about.
The murmured words had him shaking his head with a mixture of exasperation and lust. “Mary.” A half-groan, accompanied by his knuckles rubbing against her cheek. He couldn’t ever recall a time he had laughed while making love, but with Mary it was quickly becoming the norm.
Looking into her eyes, he said seriously, “I don’t deserve you.”
Her smile dimmed a little. “Please d-don’t say that. When you do, I think about howI’mnot the one worthy—-”
He cut her off with a kiss, mouth grinding against hers. They were peas in a pod this way since he couldn’t bear hearing such words from her either.
Lowering himself, he kissed her one last time before moving on to his next target, his mouth latching to one pouting pink nipple as their bodies came into contact.
The feel of his muscular hardness against her curves had Mary moaning and twining her arms around his neck. When he began to suck, hard, rough, and insistent, her moans became louder. She couldn’t help it, not when he was sucking on her nipple like he’d keep doing it until she wasbegging.
And she did, after a while, the combination of pain and pleasure making her writhe. “Rathe, p-please.” She always ended up begging. Always.
Rathe heeded the request, only to move on to her other nipple and do the same thing. And so it started again, a sensual torture that only Rathe could do. Her fingers tightened its grip on his hair, a part of her wanting to tear away from Rathe’s mouth while another part of her wanted more of it.
As her body arched, pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth, Rathe obliged Mary’s unconscious command, sucking harder before biting, applying just enough pressure to have her screaming and bucking against him.
“Rathe, please!”
He lifted his head, a wicked smile on his thin lips. “We’re just starting, little pearl.”
