Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
Consumed. That’s how it felt to be kissed by Tillman.
He wasn’t careful or gentle with her. He grabbed.
He grunted. He devoured. His lips met hers with a rude hunger, and his beard scratched her chin while his fist dug against her hip as he clutched her nightgown.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and pressed his chest hard against hers.
He demanded her body conform to his as he held her and invaded her mouth with his tongue.
Even his inhale made her feel like she was air that might evaporate with his ferocity.
How glorious. How indulgent to be wanted with so much energy, so much fervour. Her heart thumped in all the places he kissed—along her shoulder, at the base of her neck. Her skin seared with the heat of it, awakening a torrent of desire deep within.
‘I’ve never undressed a man,’ she confessed between throaty breaths. ‘Can I undress you?’
She toyed with his waistcoat buttons. He nodded.
She slid the flat wooden button through the hole.
Then the next, and the next. She pushed the waistcoat from his shoulders, leaving only his shirt.
Buttons at his throat, a line down his chest and at his wrists…
Where to, next? She reached for a cuff, then paused. ‘Is this right?’ she asked.
‘If it’s coming off, it can’t be wrong. Oh,’ he added with a smirk. ‘Do you want me to tell you that you’re doing good?’
Her next breath caught, and her insides scrambled at the suggestion.
‘I’ve done so little right across my life.
Never known if I was pleasing when it came to…
to intimacies. Or… or anything. I’d like to hear it.
To know.’ She took his wrist. Found the small bone button and slid it through the hole.
The cuff widened to reveal his smooth, tanned skin, the bumps of sinew, and threads of veins.
She looked up at him, her breath light and hopeful.
His lips curled a little. ‘Keep going.’
She brought his wrist to her mouth. Kissed the warm softness of his skin. Licked. Nipped.
His sigh turned into a lusty grumble. ‘I like that. Now the rest.’
His other cuff was followed by half the buttons down his chest. Then she untucked his shirt from his waistband and pushed his braces from his shoulders.
She unveiled him button by button, thread by thread.
Sometimes, he cooed a little when she kissed the freshly exposed flesh and whispered that’s good, or keep going, but at other times, he stayed mute, only watching as he looked down at her with lowered lids.
In those moments, she explored what she’d revealed with her tongue—circling the dip at the base of his neck or grazing her teeth along the undulations of bone and muscle, pushing further to elicit more praise from him.
Small tufts of black and grey curls poked from beneath his undershirt, and she pressed her face against them and drew a deep breath, inhaling the exertion of his day, the lingering scent of the horses—and beneath it, him.
‘Oh, I need to see you,’ he breathed. ‘Now.’
As Lorelei pulled his shirt over his head, he wrestled with her nightgown.
He’d stripped her before she could finish with him.
Then the two of them pulled his laces, tugged his boots off, and guided limbs from sleeves and hems. His pectorals flexed beneath the even dusting of hair, darker the lower it went, thinning into a line that ran from his navel down between the soft V where torso met hip.
His body looked wild. Felt wild. Lorelei tucked her fingers into his waistband and slid it open. His trousers pooled at his feet, and the thin line expanded into the thatch of hair surrounding his cock.
When she ran a fingertip along his hard shaft, it twitched a little. Should she tell him he was bigger than William? So much bigger, in a way that both scared her and made her ache.
‘Can I watch?’ she asked.
‘Watch? What do you want to watch?’
‘I want to see you…’ Lorelei bit her lip and buried her face in the curve of his neck.
Tillman jostled her. ‘What do you want to watch?’
‘I want to watch as you… defile me.’ The last words came as a guilty whisper, hoarse with apology. Yet, even saying them aloud made a rawness race beneath her skin.
His gaze flicked, his eyes darting down her naked body, then up again. His lips twisted in a wry smile, his forehead creasing as he raised his brows. She couldn’t tell if he was angry or offended, but heavens, the thought of seeing his cock enter her made her tight with desire.
‘Defile you? Because I am common. And you are not.’
As his words filled the space between them, dry as dust, he ran his palm over her hips and stooped a little to rub between her legs, along her slit.
Then he slipped two fingers inside her until his knuckles pushed against bone.
He withdrew before slipping into her again.
Nipped her ear. ‘You want to watch my common cock enter you.’ Warm breath sent gooseflesh over her skin, his lips nipping a trail downwards.
‘As I make the duchess my lover. As I take you like a wench. Is that what you want to see?’
Again, he stroked inside of her, then the length of her slit, before teasing at her nub.
‘Have I offended you?’ she managed to ask between gasps.
He chuckled. ‘I know you too well to be offended.’ His wry grin twitched, morphing into laughter. ‘I would like to watch that, too.’ He sat on the bed and swung so he was leaning back against the wooden headboard. ‘Sit astride me.’
Lorelei climbed over him, settling her knees either side of his waist. The firm curves of his chest flexed and tightened as she adjusted her posture.
Open to him, the cooler air of the room only made her heat more acute, more desperate.
He reached across to the small side table and moved his candle closer.
Straw-yellow light spilled into the cavity between them.
Tillman gripped her thighs, and she shifted until her body curved around the obscenity of their nakedness, his hard cock almost touching the curls between her legs.
‘When you are ready.’ His lips twitched again. ‘Duchess.’
Why did it melt her to hear him say the title he’d called her by a thousand times before?
Was it that it made the old distance between them farcical, as they faced each other, fully exposed?
Lorelei held his cock, guided it between her thighs, and wriggled until she found a position to suit.
She had to bend her neck as she raised herself to see properly…
Then the sight of his crown spreading her lips took over.
The relief of his soft head inside her, of his shaft pushing into her, quenching her thirst, filling her so damn thickly—it brought forth a wicked groan from her and a soft grunt from him.
‘Can you see?’ she asked, with just a flick of her gaze to where he was licking his lips.
‘I can,’ he growled. ‘Can you?’
She nodded. ‘I want to watch that again,’ she said, braver, bolder, and raised herself until only the tip of him was still inside her. She slid down his length again, this time taking his shaft a little deeper.
He tilted his head to watch. ‘Does that feel good for you?’ He groaned. ‘Can you manage more? All of me?’
She nodded, determined to be as accommodating as a whore, as satisfying as a mistress.
Anyone except a pretty princess who blushed at winks and stilted words.
Her knees pressed into the hard mattress as she widened, thighs quivering with the effort of holding her pose.
Bracing herself against the headboard, she raised herself up fully, then lowered herself, slow and languid, until she settled across his lap and he filled her so deep her skin burnt where she stretched around him.
Tillman’s throaty groan rumbled through his chest. ‘If I didn’t love you before, I do now. Stay there a moment. Let me enjoy you.’
He trailed a rough finger along her nape and through the valley above her collarbone.
He tipped her to take a nipple in his mouth, then traced the white stretch marks around her hips.
‘You are so beautiful. Now ride me.’ He raised his hips, and she rolled with his movement.
The point where his body met hers exploded with pleasure, and she tipped her head back with a moan and fell into his rhythm.