Chapter 11 #2
Tillman fucked with his entire body. Not just with his thrusting hips and slightly bent knees.
He held her in positions that suited, shifted his feet, and finally flipped her so that he could thrust into her as he supported himself above her, his biceps taut with the effort.
All of him moved, and he demanded every part of her, not just the hole where he shoved his cock.
He hooked her knees over his shoulders and compressed her, reaching to kiss her.
Her calves cried out with the effort, even as her quim tingled and begged for more.
He rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips so that she was kneeling on all fours, thumping into her as if he could plough her into the pillows.
Ecstasy pooled in all her crevices, spreading through her veins, into her heart, her lungs, until it exploded with such force, she thought she might shatter.
She collapsed, whimpering his name into the cotton.
He withdrew, rolled her over, and pushed his face between her legs.
‘Let me taste that,’ he rasped, and the relentless hardness of his body was replaced with his exploratory tongue as he ate her like a starved man.
Everything felt so good that it hurt, and soon she was twisting the sheets into her palms, writhing as he pinned her with just his mouth.
Soon, another blubbering stream of moans and his stammered name burst from her lips as she bucked against his face.
Forget the civility of a wench—she was nothing but an animal, chasing the next sensation, the next pulse, the next purr of his voice as he coaxed another cry from her, another surge of pleasure.
‘You feel so good around my cock,’ he praised her, and she moaned a little louder as he spread her thighs and entered her again.
He moved faster now, each thrust more selfish. ‘I’m going to spend.’
Lorelei pressed her nails into his back.
How she wanted to feel him enjoy her, to share his crisis.
And it had taken so long to fall pregnant that first time.
It was so very unlikely that it would happen again now she was older, but if she was to fall with child out of wedlock…
Oh, the scandal. The shattered reputation. The absolute annihilation of a name.
It was a risk too far. She couldn’t.
‘You can’t. We can’t,’ she panted, closing her eyes against his groan of disappointment. ‘Finish in my mouth instead. Still inside me.’
It was the most debauched phrase she’d ever spoken, and as Tillman withdrew from her and straddled her torso, his knees either side of her chest, a bud of doubt flared.
Could she? She had never taken a man like this before, but her body yearned to be completely unleashed.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He grazed his knuckles over her chin.
‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to,’ he said, still panting. ‘There are other ways.’
‘Don’t tell me what I do and don’t want,’ she snapped.
It was a ridiculous thing to feel a flash of indignant pride over, but she did not want to be treated like a woman who didn’t know her own mind.
Lorelei opened her eyes, met his gaze, wrapped her hand around his cock and guided him closer.
Jaw widening, she took him into her mouth.
The smell of sex and sweat, the flavour of the both of them exploded rich on her tongue.
For all his earlier grunts and rumbles, the groan from him as she rounded her lips for that first suck was so loud that she swore it shook the door from its hinges.
He made little thrusts and braced himself against the headboard for balance.
‘You feel so good, so good, Your Grace, I’m going to—’
His eyes closed, hands flexed, and he gasped, then let out a deep moan. Lying back against the pillows, there was little for her to do but swallow as he spent. Sordid and salty, it was a final unravelling, and the destruction of the perfectly composed woman.
Tillman shivered and gave one last grunt.
He withdrew from her mouth and sat back, his weight settling across her.
The candle had burnt low, and the flame danced around the long wick, throwing all shades of gold and orange across them.
He looked down at her with the same steady countenance he had always worn.
‘Your Grace? At a moment like that?’ she teased.
‘Old habits die hard.’ He shrugged. ‘Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.’
It was hard to maintain a disapproving glare with a naked man perched across her. ‘I might have. A little.’
Tillman collapsed into the space beside her. He slid his hand around her shoulders and pulled her against his side so that she lay cocooned against his chest. She drew patterns in his chest hair and slid her fingers between it.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘What’s worrying you?’ he asked.
‘I’m not worried in the slightest,’ she said, as she spun a tuft of compliant curls into a swirl.
‘You always fidget when you’re worried.’ He placed his hand over hers. Her fingers twitched beneath his palm, then stilled.
‘How will we manage?’ she asked at last, and the question felt more like a confession.
A rebuttal, even. The world was not kind to women like her who tumbled down so many rungs of the class ladder and dared to stand defiant rather than repentant.
She would not care, if it only affected herself.
She would give every word, every title, to lie beside him like this every night.
But she could not only think of herself.
He flipped her hand to interlace their fingers.
‘With some difficulty,’ he said, then drew her hand across their bodies to settle on his chest. His heart thumped, sure and steady beneath her wrist. ‘It’s been a day, Your…
Lorelei. Don’t think on it. If this is all we have…
this knowing between us is more than I ever hoped for.
I’ll always be here for you. Unless you banish me, wherever you are, I am.
Your home is mine. More than that… you are my home.
My sunrise. My rest. Knowing you are happy is enough.
Although… I’d give anything to see you swing an axe like that again. ’
She twisted, her smile too explosive to contain. ‘That was something, wasn’t it?’ Lorelei laid her head against his chest and nuzzled into his warmth.
‘You should sleep.’ He ran his palm over her hair.
‘You said I wouldn’t sleep in here,’ she countered, even as she yawned.
‘A nap, then. You’ll need it. Because while I have you in my bed, I intend to replay all of that at least once more. Preferably twice.’
‘Twice?’ her sleepiness protested, then faded. ‘I didn’t know a man could manage such things?’
He tipped his head back and laughed. ‘They make us different in the country, Your Grace.’
And with a squawk from her, he rolled her into the sheets with a kiss.