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When he released her, disappointment reigned for a moment, then he was sweeping her up in his arms.
“My room,” he growled, almost savagely.
Mary shuddered, surprised at the possessive aura surrounding him. Carrying her the same way he had into the house, his quick strides made short work of the passage from her room to his.
Mary only had a moment to look around—receiving the impression of an intensely masculine room with heavy furniture, a lush carpet, rich brocade wall hangings, and a huge four-poster bed—before she found herself standing beside the bed, her filmy gown being tugged over her head. Her breath stuttered to a stop. This was it.
To her surprise, Rex did not just throw her back on the bed and have his way with her. He kissed her again, wrapping her naked body in his arms and devouring her with his lips. Mary gasped at the odd sensation of being completely nude and pressed against a man. The soft material of his robe rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them to pleasurable hardness. They swelled, aching and tingling, sending throbbing pulses of need through her body.
When she squirmed, her slick folds rubbed against each other between her legs, making her even hotter and wetter. Large hands gripped her bottom cheeks, squeezing, and she moaned against his lips, clinging round his neck to help keep her upright as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.
The bed suddenly pressed against the back of her legs. She had not even realized they were moving until Rex backed her into it. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at her, inspecting her expression, his tawny eyes glowing gold with desire.
“On the bed, petal.” Stepping back from her, he kept his gaze steady as he began to undo the tie of his robe. Blushing bright red, Mary sat on the bed, pushing herself back with her legs tightly closed. Her skin felt hot and tight, and it felt so very odd being naked, but she was not going to argue. Not when she was going to be able to seehimcompletely unclothed as well.
The robe dropped, revealing a fine masculine physique that clearly had no need of padding. His broad shoulders, muscled chest, and tapered waist were so different from her own curves, she stared in appreciation. While she gaped at him, Rex wrapped his fingers around his cock, drawing her attention there and distracting her.
Then he pounced.
Squeaking in surprise, Mary tried to scoot back again, but he was already above her, arms braced on either side of her, and she had fallen back against the bed. Breathless with anticipation, she stared up at him, waiting for what he would do next.
Instead of lowering his mouth to hers and nestling his body between her thighs, where she was aching to have him, he bent his head farther and leaned down to close his lips around her nipple. Mary cried out at the hot sensation, the wet suction of his mouth pulling at the tender bud. It was nothing like she had ever felt. She pulled on his hair, her fingers wreathed through the golden locks, writhing beneath him.
Palming her other breast, his fingers sought out her other nipple and plucked, teasing and tugging, while he licked and suckled the first. The pleasure rippling through her, she was lost to the sensations, unable to focus on anything but the reactions of her body to his expert ministrations.
He nipped at her tender bud, and she shivered as the tiny bite of pain registered, then his mouth was moving to the other nipple, his mouth and hand switching places. His knee pressed down between her legs, and she parted her thighs, unthinking, moving on instinct than by deliberation. The hair on his leg rasped over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, then his muscle was pressing against her pussy. Mary cried out again at this new stimulation.
Her hips jolted, but he had already shifted away, moving lower. Remembering how nice his mouth had felt in the carriage, Mary had no qualms spreading her thighs farther, so Rex could kiss his way down the soft roundness of her stomach before settling between legs.
To her embarrassment, he did not immediately lower his mouth, pausing to inspect her. She tried to squeeze her legs closed, and he gave her right thigh a little slap, hard enough to sting in warning but not hard enough to truly hurt.
“Rex,” she whispered, not entirely sure why she was whispering, unable to meet his eyes as well. “What are you doing?”
“Inspecting my pussy.” Fingers stroked over her wetness, leaving no question what he meant, and she squirmed, frowning.
“Your?... You meanmy… pussy.” Repeating the word he used, she felt utterly vulgar and strangely daring. Goodness, she was never going to be able to look at a cat the same way again.
Rex chuckled, and Mary gasped as a long finger pushed into her, stretching open her virginal entrance, and probing deep. Her hands. She no longer knew what to do with her hands, so she clutched the bedsheets beneath her since she could not quite reach his head in his current position.
“Oh, no, wife.” The possessiveness in his voice rang loud and clear. “This ismypussy now. I am going to become familiar with every last inch of you, claim you in every way a man can claim a woman, and make you mine in every way.”
Chapter 18
Rex
Feeling Mary’s body spasm around his questing finger as he uttered a declaration he had in no way planned, Rex had no regrets. He meant every word, even though the depth of the feelings running through him were somewhat disturbing. With Mary laid out naked before him, finally his to touch, explore, and conquer, he was feeling positively primitive.
It was a wholly new experience, which he had not expected. In this arena, he considered himself an expert, but once again, his reactions to Mary confounded him.
Watching her squirm, her breasts wobbling, pink nipples pointing at the ceiling, Rex swirled his finger inside her, brushing his thumb over the swollen nub of her clit. She whimpered, and his cock ached, pushing against the bed beneath him. The urge to bury himself inside of her was strong, but more so, he wanted to ensure Mary enjoyed her defloration.
It was not only a point of pride. If she enjoyed herself, she should be amiable to repeating the undertaking and letting him introduce her to whatever wicked desires he wished to inflict on her. She had enjoyed being spanked, but there was so much more he could show her, and trust was needed for much of it.
Moving his finger back and forth inside her, enjoying the wet clasp of her pussy, he flicked out his tongue to tease the sensitive folds of her cunt. The damp curls fringing its sides were dark with her honey, but those on her mound were a dark, pretty red, easily visible now that he had her laid out in the light.
Mary shuddered, crying out as he pushed a second finger inside, stretching and readying her for his cock. He expertly licked around his slowly thrusting fingers, and her hands came down to grip his hair, tugging in a manner that fueled his ardor. Feeling how hot and wet she was, he ground his cock against the bed, easing some of the ache in his own loins.
As a virgin, she was not exactly what he was used to, and he wanted to be sure she was absolutely ready to take him. After all, he was not small, nor was he particularly good at being gentle, but he would try—for her. ‘Gentle’ was not a virtue in the circles he inhabited. Arousing her to a fever pitch before breaching her should help. Though he knew she liked a bite of pain, he had no real insight how much being deflowered actually hurt a woman. Since, unlike the pain he enjoyed inflicting, he had no way to control it, he thought it best to circumvent it as much as possible.
