Chapter 19
Ducal Chambers
Leo didn’t let her catch her breath, he branded her with a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the devastating rhythm that was undoing her.
He felt her cling to him, digging into his shoulders, and his kiss turned hungry.
For a month, for a whole month, he wanted this, having her in his arms like this.
Night after night, he got hard thinking of her in the next room, in these clothes that were now his unravelling.
His tongue circled around her the same way his hips dragged over her core. He could feel her hot, wet center through his own breeches as he had her pinned against the door. He knew that under that nightgown, laid her bare skin and that was a torture so sweet that bordered on agony.
He abandoned her mouth to cherish her throat, his tongue lapping that spot behind her ear that made her toes curl.
He gripped her tighter around him and opened the door.
She tied her arms around his neck, not questioning him for a moment, trusting in him completely.
His head dipped him her neck to nip and bite and kiss.
Leo reached his chambers, that stupidly forbidden land that was his prison for all this time. He opened the door, entered and kicked it shut. The fire was burning strong, the room warm. The moonlight was as if made for that night, shedding a silver light that bathed his huge bed.
He walked to his bed and laid her on the dark sheets. He feasted upon her vision with greed. Her lilly skin against the dark blue beddings, her ivory nightgown bathed in moonlight.
“No more locked doors,” he said, his voice a rough scrape. “You are in my chambers now, Prim.”
She looked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Finally,” she said.
A dark, possessive thrill rose inside him. He was done keeping his distance. He would annihilate the space between them till nothing, but his name remained on her lips.
He climbed on bed caging her with his body.
He dipped his head and found the bow at the top of her nightgown with is teeth.
He pulled and the bow unraveled, revealing the top of her breasts, those perfect orbs.
He looked up into her eyes as his fingers rolled the fabric off her shoulders, revealing her to him.
The firelight danced on her skin, catching the curves of her face, her breasts shining in the moonlight. One more pull and the nightgown pooled down her waist, her nipples peaked and ready for his touch.
“Oh, my Prim,” he breathed.
Slowly, his fingers rolled one taut nipple, and Prim all but catapulted out of bed.
He leaned closer, pinning her beneath him.
Where his fingers were was now his tongue, circling that peak before taking it in his mouth.
Her hands flew in his hair to keep him there, though he had no intention of going anywhere.
He cupped both breasts, laving between them with his mouth, memorizing her taste, the feel of her, committing it to memory.
She writhed beneath him, her broken sighs and whimpers filling his empty room.
He got up on his knees between her legs at pulled his shirt off. Her eyes widened in desire as her gaze took him in, watching him move, and reveal his body. Leo smiled with satisfaction to see her eyes go wide. His little wife liked what he was offering.
Hands steady, he caught the nightgown around her waist and pulled it over her thighs, down her legs, and off her feet till she was lying bare on his bed, a radiating diamond on his dark bed. He moaned and watched her blush.
“You are beautiful, Ms. P.J.”
He didn’t wait for her response. He leaned over her again, this time aiming straight for those aching, demanding peaks of her breasts.
One hand kept her steady while the other seemed determined to undo them both as it trailed down, over the skin in her stomach, her delicate hipbone.
Then down, where she was waiting for him, budding and wet.
“Leo, please.”
“I will, Prim,” he promised. “Open for me.”
Prim looked up, shocked at his command, but her body was already under his control, so she pulled her feet up, and her legs fell open for him. One slow, persistent swipe of his finger from her wet core to her tight bundle and a long, loud sigh left her mouth as her body arched.
Leo moved, his need to feel her, to taste her overwhelming. He slid down her body, leaving a kiss on every inch of his skin on his way. Till he settled his shoulder between her thighs.
A surprised gasp left Prim’s lips as she looked at him over her most hidden center. Leo skimmed over her, exposed and ready, and his teeth grazed his lower lip, begging he would show restraint tonight, make it good for her. It was proving to be more difficult than he ever thought.
“Do you trust me, Prim?”
“I do,” she didn’t even miss a beat.
He leaned closer, his tongue darted out, and softly touched her folds.
A deep, sharp, broken sound left her lips, something deep within her very soul.
Her hips jerked off the bed, not to avoid his touch, but to seek it.
Her hands flew in his hair, fisting his strands, just to anchor herself in the sensation he was waking.
Two strong arms looped around her thighs softly but firmly, to keep her right where Leo wanted her.
One long, languid swipe of his tongue from her entrance to that achingly sensitive peak, and her whole body seized, trembling as if struck by lightning.
He kept worshipping her, slowly, reverently, making her used to his touch.
Prim was melting and at the same time tightening around him. Every lick, every touch, every breath over her core was erasing everything else. The hurt, the anger, the loneliness. Leo could hear her breath, a ragged plea whispered by her lips. He could feel her quivering body around him.
He circled that tight bud with the very tip of his tongue, keeping a maddening pace, making her cry out again and again.
She was not suffering alone. Leo was hard, suffocating in his breeches, the friction of the mattress not even close enough for what he needed.
But this was about her, all for her, only for her.
Leo looked up at her, her eyes half-closed, her lips open, her head thrashing on the pillow.
His touch became even more possessive, wanting all of her pleasure for him.
He was patient for a while now, wasn’t he?
He was making her feel good and took care of her.
He could do more, for both of them. He sucked on her little bundle of nerves.
“Leo, I need…”
“I know what you need,” he said, his voice gruff with need. “I will take care of you.”
His other hand moved, freeing her only to dip between her thighs, up to her leaking center. One gentle touch, feather-like and soft, but it ran through her violently, quaking her body. He didn’t stop his double attack but kept it slow, gentle, and totally enflaming.
“Please, please,” Prim begged.
Leo knew she was balanced on the precipice.
She needed him to guide her over the edge.
He kept his mouth on her, his tongue a relentless torment, while one long finger, slick with her arousal, slowly tested her tight entrance.
Prim’s back arched off the bed in a silent scream.
The last of her control was shattered. The hot coil deep in her belly snapped.
“Leo!”
Her climax came like a storm and tore through her in waves, every muscle tight. She trembled as if liquid fire went through her, her hands fisting hard his hair. He welcomed the surge of pleasure that made her convulse around his finger and his mouth.
He didn’t stop. His mouth replaced his finger and lapped up all of her, drawing out every last, shuddering pulse of her release. He then pressed tender kisses on her thighs before rising to his knees between her legs.
His hand went for his breeches, his movements deliberate, entirely focused on her, to see if she was ready for him. She ate him hungry through her gaze, anticipation building each time one button was undone. With a firm tug, he pulled his trousers off along with his stockings and shoes.
Leo was now completely bare to her, his own need evident as he shamelessly regarded her. One sign of fear, and he would stop. Instead, Prim took him all in with a fresh wave of desire.
“Look at me like that, Prim, and I won’t stop,” he warned.
Her response was a timid but heated look over his body, her chest drawing deep breaths.
He leaned and pulled her by the hands to him.
He made her hands touch him, travel from the plains of his chest, her fingers tangled in the peppered hair there, down the hard ridges of his abdomen. His eyes closed as he felt her touch.
He dropped her back on the mattress and followed her, bracing his weight on one arm beside her head, his mouth capturing hers. The kiss is fiery, intense, a promise of what was yet to come.
“Prim,” he said in a strained voice. “I will be gentle. But this might sting. Breathe with me.”
She nodded in a haze.
“Do you trust me?” he needed another confirmation.
“I trust you. I’ll breathe.”
“Good girl,” he sealed his approval with a kiss.
He moved aching slowly, barely controlling his body. His manhood found her entrance. Gently, he pushed. Prim gasped.
“Breathe, Prim,” he kissed her neck. “Good, like this.”
He withdrew and came back, just a little more. His mouth was kissing her, encouraging her, reminding her to breathe, licking her ear.
“That’s it, Prim. You are doing so well.”
His praise made her shiver and he pushed just more. Sweat run down his back, the sheer effort of holding back torturing him. It was as if it took forever, this unbearable rhythm. But at the same time, it heightened everything, every touch, every breath. every sigh.
One final thrust and Leo was sheathed inside her. Both of them welcomed the sensation with a deep moan.
“So good,” he smoothed her hair.
Leo smiled when he saw in her eyes that the pleasure was greater than pain. His little Miss. P.J. was ready for him. Still, when he moved, it was with languid strokes. He kept the pace slow, savoring every inch, the way her body gripped him, the sounds she made.
But at the same time, his control was unravelling at the seams. The feel of her, the sight of her lost under him on his bed, the smell of their bodies joined. He had wanted this for so long, he had craved to touch her all this time.
His patience lost its measure, his lazy strokes grew deeper, more intense. His hips ground into her faster in a rhythm that became relentless. His lips found her mouth in a sloppy, wet, fierce kiss, and she responded with abandon.
“Leo,” Prim gasped. “I… Oh, again.”
“Prim.” Stilled and demanded her attention. “Is this OK?”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Leo heard the cord of his restraint snap. Her plea ignited him like the spark on gunpowder. His thrusts became powerful, his forehead on hers, their ragged breaths mixing. One hand travelled down her body and rested on her hip. He gripped her and held her while he plunged into her.
“Oh. oh, Leo. Leo!”
He could feel her climax build again. It was like the wave that swelled in a calm sea rising higher and tighter with each thrust.
“That’s it,” growled against her lips. “Let go, Prim. For me.”
He felt the exact moment the wave crested. A spent cry tore from her throat. She clenched around him in pure ecstasy. To see her like that, magnificent and surrendered to him, that was his undoing.
“Prim!”
His guttural growl echoes in the chamber, perhaps the whole estate. He followed over the edge, drove into her one last time as he reached his climax. For a blissful moment, there was nothing in the world but them, their bodies together.
They stayed intertwined. Leo placed a kiss on her damp temple, a caress to her cheek. Prim looked up to him, bewildered and sated, the afterglow suiting her perfect alabaster skin. Leo had bedded a lot of women in his rakish path. This is the first time he claimed one.