Chapter Thirty-Two
From the moment Phin had appeared from the shadows, the distress and tension and fear triggered by her encounter with Ackerly had swiftly started to dissolve. They’d figure this out. The two of them.
And right now, there were far more pressing issues to attend to. Like the tingling fire coursing through her body and the swirling ache of desire in her belly. The glimmer of hunger and need in Phin’s eyes and the long, thick bulge at his groin.
She wanted to reach for him, feel the hardened length beneath her palm.
Curl her fingers around him. Twirl her tongue over the crest. The thought of tasting him filled her with a rush of liquid heat.
And the ache inside her grew infinitely sweeter and deeper as she imagined exploring him in that way.
But she couldn’t do anything while his hands were working magic on her body, softening her muscles and warming every fiber of her being.
He’d reached her thighs, his thumbs circling into the softness of her flesh. She wanted to part her legs, urge him toward her core, but he kept his touch along her outer thighs, kneading toward her hips, lifting her skirts as he went.
She watched his face as her body became exposed.
The glint of bright possession that sparked when the shadow of her mons and then her belly were revealed sent tremors through her.
When he gripped her waist and brushed his thumbs along the ridge of her lowest ribs, he murmured in a voice filled with tension and lust, “Naked.” The single word was rough and he cleared his throat to add. “Sit and lift your arms, sweetheart.”
Eleanor pushed herself up, stealing a kiss from his perfect lips as she did. The smile that flickered across his mouth was heart-stopping.
But then he shifted his attention to the buttons running up the length of her back and soon had the gown loosened enough to pull it up over her head. As he released the ties on her short stays next, Eleanor assisted as best she could and whipped her chemise off the moment she was able to.
When she was finally naked as he desired, he took her face in his hands and gave her a long, deep, mind-stealing kiss.
By the time he pulled back, she was drugged with desire.
Looking into his blue-green eyes she could barely form a thought.
So, when he murmured instructions for her to lay down on her stomach, she did so without considering his intentions.
She lowered to the bed and rolled to her belly as he repositioned himself to straddle her thighs. Only then did she realize he’d left her stockings and garters in place. For some reason, the presence of those silken sheaths felt indecently decadent.
The first touch of his hands was against the small of her back.
Exerting a perfect amount of pressure, he smoothed his palms up each side of her spine, softening the muscles there until he reached her shoulders.
His focus was unhurried as he eased the tension from her body, one muscle at a time, kneading across her shoulders and upper arms, along her spine, then to her hips and finally, the deep and sensitive muscles of her buttocks.
The sensations there were surprisingly delicious, sending tingling waves through her limbs and pulsing heat to her core.
By the time his strong thumbs started circling lower, dipping into the crevice between her upper thighs, she’d become languid and breathless, her body slick with moisture, her desire trembling at a dangerous peak of wanting.
But her legs were pressed closed between his knees, held in place, preventing the restless movement she suddenly needed.
He kept her there, his hands heavy, his fingers kneading her soft globes while his thumbs slid down the crease between to glide through the wet folds of her sex.
Eleanor moaned and arched. Her entire body was heated and humming to the movement of his fingers. She tried to lift her hips as words of entreaty flew to her lips but got tangled with her tongue.
She nearly sighed in relief when he shifted and leaned down over her. He dropped a soft kiss to the crest of her shoulder, then her nape. Tingling danced across her skin. Then he found the corner of her mouth.
She lifted her shoulders and twisted her head, seeking a deeper connection.
He reached around to cup her throat in his hand as he claimed a plunging, tongue-twisting kiss.
After a moment, she breathed a plea. “Phin. I need…”
“Shh,” he soothed, rubbing his lips over hers before releasing her.
She dropped heavily back to the bed as he pulled back.
With a gentle nudge, he eased her legs apart to position himself between them, then he grasped her hips and lifted her pelvis off the bed.
She had only a moment to experience the vulnerability of having her bottom in the air while her face was pressed to the velvet coverlet on her bed before his mouth covered her sex from behind.
Her gasp filled the room and her hands clenched the bedding in tight fists. Her spine arched sharply as she instinctively pressed herself more firmly to the suction of his open kiss then the flat sweep of his hot tongue.
“Oh my God,” she moaned thickly.
Phin chuckled. The vibrations transferred from his mouth to her sensitive flesh, inciting new sensations.
He fluttered his tongue and laved her folds.
He nipped and suckled and licked into her.
Feasting with fierce intent, until she was quaking and trembling in need.
Until her muscles were strung tight and her heart beat with a frantic tattoo.
And when the pleasure came to her finally, it welled from low in her belly then burst like a star along every nerve, leaving her gasping and shaking while her inner muscles clenched in pulsing contractions.
While she still knelt there, trembling from head to toe, her skin slicked with sweat, he shifted behind her, then smoothed a heavy hand up her spine, from the bend of her rear to her nape.
At the same time, he fit himself against her.
His erection was hot and so wonderfully hard gliding along her wet sex.
“I ache to be inside you, love,” he muttered, resting his hands firmly around the curve of her waist. His voice was full of hunger and heat. “Say you need me.”
“I need you, Phin.” The words came easily. Desperately. “I need you inside me.”
He reached one hand between them, guiding his member through her wetness, coating the tip in her essence before pressing against her opening. Her swollen flesh still pulsed from her release but he glided into her sheath with slow ease. Filling her in a way that was shockingly, powerfully intimate.
Because even as she felt utterly claimed…she declared her own possession of him.
He was hers.
When he withdrew to thrust again, she met him halfway, pushing her hips back, demanding more.
He grunted softly, tightening his grip on her hips.
As his thrusts grew deeper and more purposeful, Eleanor rose up to her hands, discovering that if she curved her spine and tilted her hips a certain way, she could direct the angle of his pumping cock to hit a spot deep inside that made her entire body weaken.
Her gasps turned to heavy moans and her thighs trembled. Her belly tightened with an aching pleasure that consumed her focus, driving her to demand a punishing rhythm. Somehow, Phin seemed to understand what she needed. He pounded against her, thrusting hard and deep and she trembled and moaned.
“You’re killing me, love,” he grunted. “I can’t hold out—Come with me.”
Sliding his hand from her hip, across her belly, he pressed his fingers against her clitoris.
The rough pressure of his circling caress reached out to that deep building pleasure, connecting the circle to create an explosion of sizzling sensation and liquid heat that took her breath, her mind, and her soul.
The pleasure was all-encompassing, forcing her to surrender to her own body.
Yet, even as she utterly lost control, she felt safe.
She knew Phin had her. She could feel his body against her, his arms around her, his own guttural moan of pleasure, and the pulsing lashes of his release against her buttocks.
Once the tremors receded, they collapsed together on the bed. Sprawled naked, sweat-covered, limbs twined, heavy breathing, and fully sated.
For the moment.
Eventually, Phin rose to clean them both before laying back down to tuck them under the blankets, curling his body around hers. Eleanor had no idea where he found the strength to move, let alone take care of her. She could barely form a thought.
She slept for a while, only to be awakened by his warm kisses spreading fire across her skin and his hands working magic on her body as he began to worship her all over again.