Chapter Nine #3
“Oh!” A rush of pure, hot pleasure flooded her being.
Intense contractions rocked her core, and she fell over the edge with a scream she didn’t bother to quell.
“Yes!” Her fingers wrapped around the silk bonds that bound her to the post, and unashamedly she bucked her hips into his as he removed his hand from between her thighs.
He kissed her with enough arrogant mastery that she nearly fell over that edge merely from that one meeting of mouths. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need from me.”
The breath shuddered from her lungs. Sweat trickled down her spine and dampened her forehead. “Show me you can’t wait to possess me, to claim me. Show me this marriage isn’t a mistake.”
“When I make a decision, I never regret it.” Shoving her thighs wide and opening her even more fully to him, Michael settled himself between her bent knees.
“I’m so damned hard for you.” Seconds later, he pushed into her passage, penetrated her body with the long, thick, hot length of him in one forceful thrust that stole her breath and blended their moans with the sound of the rain, and he didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed. “Bloody hell, fucking you is amazing.”
She barely had the strength to remain conscious let alone form words. With a pull at her restraints, she canted her hips, which sent him ever deeper until she wanted to sob from the joy of that feeling. “Take me. No more talking.” A trace of desperation lingered in her tone.
“A woman after my own heart.” But he balanced his weight on his left forearm, held her within the cage of his arms and began to move.
His strokes were hard and fast and urgent, and with each one, her eyes almost crossed from the sheer bliss of them, for he’d certainly teased her enough over the course of the week.
Soon enough, Evangeline matched his rhythm, and she moaned again, barely hanging on to reality.
Over and over, he claimed her body, speared through her passage in the attempt to touch her soul.
She clutched the bonds, her fingers clenched, her body spasming, her thighs trembling, and still he furrowed into her like a man possessed.
“Michael!” Before she was ready, her body tensed, and it felt as if she were ripped from the world only to be flung into the heavens.
She shattered in his hold while waves of intense pleasure slammed into her.
A scream of repletion echoed in the room, for she couldn’t modulate her reaction, didn’t even want to.
“Those sounds enhance my need.” Seconds later, the duke followed her over that edge with her name on his lips.
He stroked a couple more times while contractions of bliss shook her body.
Then, with a groan, he ground his hips into hers as his member pulsed.
Like earlier today, he didn’t withdraw from her, and the warmth of his release filled her.
With a sigh, he nuzzled the crook of her shoulder.
“You are mine, Evvie, and I won’t tolerate anyone else trying to take you from me.
” As soon as he broke their intimate connection, he put his fingers on her button once more.
“No, do stop. I haven’t the strength to survive more,” she protested, but it was a weak affair, for they both knew he was in complete control, and he wouldn’t grant her rest until he was satisfied he’d given her as much pleasure as he could.
There was an odd comfort in that.
“Come again, and scream to the heavens that I’m the only man you need in the bedroom.
” He worked at her button, applied unrelenting friction on that nubbin until she broke completely.
How her body could manage the onslaught, she would never know, but it took very little for him to hurtle her into another release that briefly separated her soul from her body.
Because she had no control over her own person, while her body trembled and bucked, Evangeline uttered a keening cry.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Finally, with no more strength left, she went boneless, and she hung limply in the silk restraints.
“I adore it when you scream,” he whispered while he rolled off to stand at her side.
“There will be many more couplings, and next time I’ll use toys.
” Quickly, he removed the blindfold and then untied her wrists, and when she whimpered with relief, he collapsed on the tick mattress beside her.
“You were beautiful just then.” Michael gathered her gently into his arms to hold her close, and it was so different from how he’d handled her throughout their meetings that she craved the protection and safety he imparted.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked some minutes later when she could think again, breathe again. Shivers chased down her spine as he smoothed his hands up and down her back. “Never have I experienced anything of the sort before tonight, not even with you.”
“Good.” The rumble of his chuckle sent tingles dancing through her belly. “I have shown you what a man should do for his woman. Men like Marklesfield are useless and cowardly.” He nuzzled the crook of her shoulder. His hands stilled on her back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She wiped at the tears on her cheeks. “Everything was so lovely, so overwhelming…” Coupling with restraints was a whole new world to her. “I am trying to acclimate to you and your many facets.”
“Don’t expend too much effort; you might not like what you find, for I’m not a good man.” His lips brushed the skin at the side of her neck. A hint of annoyance wove through his voice. “However, I cannot wait to have you at my mercy again.”
“Good man or not, you certainly have already changed my life.” For long moments, she remained nestled against his chest as she listened to the steady drum of the rain. Would this change the course of their union? Would he open up to her and talk of his past?
There were no answers, but she felt hopeful.