AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Her lips curved at his caustic tone. “I want you, too.”
“Bronwyn.”
She squeezed, making him gasp, and then stroked down. “Will you deny me?”
“You’re a—”
“I would caution against saying ‘lady’ with my hand where it is.” She dragged her nails upward along his rigid length, earning a growl from the depths of his chest. “I am a woman, and I know what I want.”
Without warning, she dropped to her knees, and before he could stop what she was doing, she had the placket of his trousers opened, the fabric yanked down, and the full head of him engulfed in her warm mouth. Valentine’s eyes rolled back in his skull when she lapped at him, a needy moan rumbling from her. No, she wasn’t a lady…she was a temptress sent to lure him to purgatory with that sweet, sinful tongue.
“Bronwyn, you can’t.”
In response, she sucked. Hard. And he nearly spent right there.
Unwilling to spend and very near the verge of doing just that, Valentine reached down to drag her up, his mouth sealing over hers, and his hands wrapping around that round arse. She fumbled at the buttons of her own fly before he took over, unfastening the wet fabric and peeling it over her hips. Skirts would have been preferable in this situation, but he wasn’t about to complain, not when he slid his palm inside against the heart of her and was rewarded with copious amounts of wet, delicious heat.
She was drenched, and not from the rain.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “You’re…”
“Wet,” she supplied on a moan when he slid his fingers through the silky dampness of her arousal. “Don’t be so shocked, Your Grace. It’s a natural reaction to desire.”
“Not shocked. Delighted.”
“I never realized how much of a chatterbox you are,” she said. “One would think you intended to talk me to death instead of fucking me to death.”
Her vulgar words shocked him. Thrilled him.Inflamedhim.
“I didn’t know you had such a filthy vocabulary.”
She rolled her pelvis into his. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Your Grace.”
“I won’t be gentle,” he said on a ragged kiss that toyed with the edge of violence, his tongue desecrating her mouth with carnal plunges that left her in little doubt of what he wanted to do.
The saucy little minx raked her nails over his bared buttocks and hauled him closer. “I don’t want you to be.”
Growling, he dragged his mouth down the column of her neck, sucking on that tantalizing little pulse that teased and tormented, before lifting her shirt to knead a handful of a luscious breast. He bit at the rigid nipple through the layers of fabric. Blast, he wanted her fully bared to his view.Later.This would have to do.
“Turn,” he ordered in a voice made of gravel. “Hold the tree.”
His hand traced the length of her spine, depressing right before the swell of her buttocks, making her arch. He couldn’t see her bared bottom in the gloom, the curves gilded in shadows making his mouth water, but his hands more than made up for his lack of sight. He filled them with the fleshy globes before freeing himself from the confines of his own trousers.
“Valentine?” There was a breathy question in her voice, and he stilled for a moment, reason intervening in his lust-addled mind. She must never have done it this way.
“Trust me,” he said and reached around to where she was wet and wanting. A few circles of his fingertips on that needy little bud and she was writhing back against him, seeking the completion that only he could give her in this moment.
Valentine did. He notched himself to her entrance and pushed inside. They both groaned at the intensely snug fit. She was tighter than he expected, but in this position, she would be. He wasn’t going to last as it was, the heat of her body making his wits scramble, but he was determined to make it good for her. He wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasure.
Gritting his jaw, he inched back and thrust forward while simultaneously pulling back on her hip bone with his palm. Her body gave way beautifully, enclosing more of him in a pulsing sheath that had him gasping, but he still wasn’t fully seated. Sweet damnation, she was tight.Tootight. A soft whimper was broken by a sharp inhale. Of pleasure? Of pain?
He wished he could see her face to know.
“Bronwyn,” he rasped. “Are you well?”
She shuddered, her passage fluttering around his cock, her voice breathy. “Don’t you dare stop now, Thornbury.” He quickened his circles with his fingers at the apex of her sex and withdrew his cock, only to slide back in on a long stroke that had them both groaning in tandem. “Like that, yes,” she whispered. “More. Harder next time.”
He gave her what she wanted, impaling her slim body with a powerful thrust, and it only took a few more strokes for her to go hurtling over the edge with a ragged sob, her walls convulsing around him in a way that had his own vision going white. With a shout, he withdrew and clasped himself in his fist to spend in the earth beneath them. Valentine pulled her back against him and braced his arm on the tree, feeling his heart beat pumping a mile a minute as beatific lassitude replaced the embers of his release.
