Chapter Three #2
Wylder swallowed his own chuckle and shifted his body so that he could see her face as he petted and stroked her upper thighs.
He pushed the dress higher, along with the edge of her chemise, and groaned when he caught sight of her quim through the slit of her underdrawers.
“Christ above. If you don’t faint, I just might.
I’ve never seen anything as pretty as you are here, Emily.
So pink and wet. Glistening with need for me to touch you…
and that’s what you want, isn’t it, Emily?
For me to touch you?” He ignored the warning bells ringing in his own head…
that this was dangerous. Addictive. A mistake.
“Yes… God, yes.”
He swept his fingers into her flesh, carefully parting the soft, dark curls until the tiny bud of her sex was exposed.
Rubbing the pad of his index finger over it, he delighted in the involuntary buck of her hips.
“Be still for me, Emily. And quiet, too. Otherwise, my coachmen will know that I’m pleasuring you right now. ”
Emily choked on a breath and brought her hand to her own mouth, biting down on her knuckles to contain a wild sob of pleasure. Wylder knew the insinuation that others might be aware of what he was doing scandalized her, but she did not stop him.
“Do you think you can be quiet for me, little minx? Or must I ensure your silence?” His fingers dipped in a shallow exploration of her tight channel, gathering up the slick dew there before returning to her clitoris. Emily trembled almost violently, her legs falling open to grant him easier access.
“Mmmm,” she panted. “I don’t know… it feels so good… as though I might come apart in a million pieces…” A small cry escaped her when his finger moved too deep, her inner walls gripping his finger tight at the intrusion. “Oh! Oh, Wylder…”
“Ahh, that’s what I thought.” In a flash, the palm of his hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off any further sound she might have made.
His index finger remained embedded inside her while his thumb stroked the nub of flesh with determined intensity.
She was so wet, so ready, that Wylder knew it would not take long for her orgasm to overtake her.
His assessment was correct. Emily stiffened, her legs rigid for a long second as a low, muffled scream filled the coach. Then she shuddered, every part of her quaking with relief and satisfaction as the climax washed over her in what must have felt like endless waves.
And Wylder watched her come undone on his fingers with intense pleasure.
Her release was warm and silky and so damn intoxicating that he threw all caution to the wind and bent his head so he could taste what he had done to her.
Keeping his hand anchored over her mouth, he licked her quim, reveling in the creamy sweetness, swirling his tongue around and around her pulsing clit and sucking it until she was sobbing in helpless gasps and coming again.
Finally, he sat back and removed his hand from her mouth.
Gently pushing her skirts back into place, he left her lying there while she caught her breath.
Bloody hell, she looked like a fallen angel sprawled on the coach seat, her skin flushed pink, chest heaving for air, and her nipples hard, stiff peaks beneath the gown’s thin material.
Next time, I’ll feast on her nipples like the sweet little berries they are. And I’ll make her come with one hand wrapped around that pretty, slender neck and my cock buried deep inside her.
No. No. No. There could never be a next time. What happened just now could never occur again in any shape or form of seduction.
His cock throbbed with angry indignation, hating that idea.
Without a word, he helped Emily sit up, appreciating how adorably rumpled and drowsy she appeared in the orgasmic aftermath. Wishing like hell they were in his bed, and he could hold her until she fell asleep while cuddled in his arms.
“Wylder?” Her voice was soft and unsure as he remained silent, her eyes searching his for any sign of cruelty or regret.
Wylder impulsively kissed her, almost roughly, but with enough tenderness that she relaxed immediately.
“Shhh. Don’t say anything. We’ve arrived at my townhome, and my men await instruction.
They are very discreet, so there is nothing to concern yourself about.
Just stay here, and I will decide how best to get you inside without anyone seeing you. ”
“We’re here?” she squeaked in alarm, her cheeks flaming bright red. “At your townhome?”
“Yes, little minx.” He found her shocked embarrassment to be an intoxicating element.
In fact, everything about Emily Blackthorne was a delightful obsession.
If she were truly his, he would strive always to turn her cheeks pink.
“We arrived five minutes ago, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop pleasuring you. Now, you will do as I say. Sit here quietly, and I shall return in a moment.” With another quick kiss to Emily’s pouting mouth, Wylder flung open the door and leapt from the coach.