Gideon
It was unfathomable that Hara was sleeping in his arms, worn out with climaxes, in his home.
Most bizarrely of all was that he did not have to fear their discovery.
His parents had all but urged him to have her, so there would be no sneaking out in the early hours to escape the notice of the household.
It should feel unnatural and awkward.
But now, with his naked body pressed all along hers, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.
After he left her room the previous morning, he had gone to his bathing chamber and stroked himself furiously as he recalled the way her face contorted with pleasure.
Surely, he thought, that would hold him for the day.
Then he saw her in that dress.
Spotting her across the room had made him feel like a tongue-tied lad.
Her back had been turned to him, but some instinct in his gut knew that it was her.
The satin river of her hair flowed over bare shoulders, her skin warm and luminous against the blue velvet.
When she turned those dark, catlike eyes on him, something inside of him growled Mine.
It was only years of practice as a courtier that hid the butterflies thrashing around his middle, for he had no idea what he had said next.
He was only aware of the need to hold her, to touch her in any way that was permissible in public.
During their dance, he knew it was only a matter of time before they finished what they’d started that morning.
had gotten his wish, deeply and thoroughly, and it was better than he imagined it would be.
He should have been exhausted and sated, yet he found that even now, his pulse still hummed in anticipation.
Heat rolled through him as he recalled the sounds she made when she came apart on his tongue.
He could happily keep his face buried in her sweet cunny all night for his own enjoyment, if she would let him.
But watching her writhe and pant as she chased her pleasure made something primal roar inside of his brain.
It made him want to crawl atop her and mount her like an animal until they were sore and spent.
The scent of her pleasure lingered on his lips, and he closed his eyes to breathe her in.
It worked like a spell upon his groin; he was almost achingly stiff now.
Apparently, his cock only needed the slightest encouragement before demanding he take her again.
couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so damned insatiable.
He thought about waking her, but she was surely exhausted from the events of the evening.
He unwrapped his arm from her body and made as though to shift himself away, but then he heard her low voice.
“Why were you asking me about Lord Robert?”
He stiffened. The last thing he wanted right now was to remind her of another man’s existence.
“He was interested in meeting you, and you seemed to be enjoying his company. I wanted to know if I was spoiling any plans between you two.”
“It almost seems like you would encourage a match between us.”
“‘Encourage’ is a strong word. ‘Not impinge upon’ would be more accurate.”
“Why?”
she asked.
The words left him as easily as pulled teeth.
“He is a paragon of virtue and goodness. The perfect gentleman.”
“I’m surprised that you would recommend him,”
said Hara.
“Why is that?”
Hara rolled over to face him, and by the glow of the fire he could see that she was looking at him as though he were dim.
“Because you’re in my bed.”
tensed. What could he tell her? That she was better off with someone like Robert?
“I’m in your bed because I’m a selfish bastard who takes what he wants, even when I know there is someone better for you. Someone kind and good—”
“You freed the Widderstones.”
His self-sabotaging tirade was mercifully cut off, and blinked in surprise.
“How could you possibly know about that?”
“Sarai told me.”
It appeared no good deed could go unpunished, or unnoticed for that matter.
“That was meant to be a private arrangement,”
he said, looking away. The warmth in her eyes was too intense.
“Sarai should work for my father. She has the makings of a top-rate spy.”
Hara’s voice was soft.
“You saved them, . Why?”
Devils take him, the only thing more tiresome than answering for his crimes was answering for his good deeds.
“Because . . . because it was the one thing I could do. I cannot reform the mines or take down the barons on my own. I can’t face the might of my father and godfather and their iron grip on the country. But there was one thing I could do, and so I did it.”
“You’re a good man.”
scoffed, and as he did, Hara surged forward to press her lips to his, her tongue licking softly into his mouth.
The caress was so unexpectedly erotic that his retort was forgotten, his thoughts turned into hot mush.
Her soft skin burned away all cares as she melded against him.
A funny way to wake her passion, but he might become a regular altruist if it made her react this way.
She reached down and began to stroke his cock, making his eyes flutter closed as he rested his brow against hers.
This woman.
His hands came up to cradle her breasts, gathering them up to his mouth with barely contained hunger.
Now that he was somewhat less urgent, he could appreciate how soft and full they were, how her nipples formed to perky little points begging to be sucked.
He grazed them with his teeth, and he felt her skin erupt into goosebumps.
He began to pump into her hand, desperate to push forward to sink into her tight heat, but he needed to feel how wet she was.
His hand skimmed over her hip, reaching down to caress between her legs.
She was hot to the touch, and as he moved his fingers in gentle circles, he began to feel and hear the sounds of her arousal.
“You think I’m a good man?”
he murmured.
“Yes,”
Hara breathed.
He would show her what a good man he was.
“Spread your legs. Show me.”
Hara only hesitated for a beat before she sat up, opening her knees.
“Wider,”
he growled.
She complied with a coy little smile, and he nearly fainted with lust. He placed his hands on her knees and held them open, unable to tear his eyes from her slippery wet cunt.
No more games. The primal beast was clawing at his insides. He needed to fuck her immediately.
With a firm hand, he gripped around the delicate column of her neck, lunging forward as he pinned her to the bed.
“Would a good man do this?”
he rasped as he filled her with one hard plunge.
The sound she let out as he slid inside made him ache with desire. Her cunny was hot satin, and he could not remember feeling anything so sweet. The way her body gave way to him, taking him to the base, felt as though he were coming home.
Keeping a firm hold around her throat, he began an unforgiving rhythm, and her cries became hoarse and strained as she clung to his forearm.
“Please, please,”
she gasped.
“Do you want me to stop?”
he asked, loosening his grip from around her throat.
“No, I’m close, I’m so close,”
she keened, scrabbling to grip his arm again. He clasped around her neck once more, and her whole body strained and trembled as her release squeezed around him, wrapping his shaft in a luscious vise with every wave of pleasure.
It was all he could do to hold himself together, and when she had finished, he landed soft kisses on the tender skin of her neck. He was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of her coming on his cock.
“That was—oh, ,”
she moaned, her body languid with release. He was still achingly stiff inside of her, and he slowed his hips as she caught her breath. He had been thinking about her riding him since she told him of her naughty thoughts.
“I know you have another one in you,”
he whispered against her damp skin. “Use me.”
Hara rolled over and pushed him onto his back.
He gave her a lazy smile at her eagerness, but instead of climbing on top of him, she worked her way down his stomach, her damp hair trailing after her mouth.
When she reached his thick erection, she brushed her lips over the velvety skin and gently sucked on the tip.
let out a strangled sound.
As good as it felt to fuck her, he was still not accustomed to a mouth on his cock.
When he had told her a few days ago that it was the first time he had ever been sucked, he had felt rather self-conscious.
But Hara seemed to have taken that as a challenge to make up for lost time.
She took him deeper into her mouth, wrapping her hand around his base. Her mouth watered around him, and she devoured him messily.
He had begun to pant and grip the sheets, and then he stopped her.
“You’re going to overset me too soon.”
She removed her mouth and gave him a sultry little smile.
“You just came a few hours ago. Surely you can last as long as I need you to.”
There was a dominant edge to her voice that made swallow.
He would stay hard for her as long as she needed it.
Her eyes smoldered with desire as she climbed atop him, positioning her hips and finally sliding down onto his cock.
Gods, the heat of her.
She was wrapped so tightly around him that he wanted to grab her hips and never let her off.
She leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest, finding the sweet place inside of her that made her sigh.
He watched, spellbound, as she began to grind her hips into him slowly.
A few moments prior, he would have said that the most beautiful thing he had ever seen was her cunny after he’d fucked her to orgasm.
But now that image was relegated to a close second place.
Hara riding him was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, and he cast the vision of her tumbling hair and supple waist between his hands as a brand upon his memory.
Soon Hara found a rhythm that she liked, and she moved her hips more urgently against him, letting out little cries as the neediness inside of her was stroked.
Her breasts trembled and bounced before him until he could not resist sitting up and taking one in his mouth.
As he felt her tightening around him and her cries grew raw, grasped her wrists and flipped her underneath him, pinning her hands on either side of her head.
He leaned close and kissed her as he sank into her once more.
Her sensitive flesh still trembled around him and he slowed, lengthening each drawback and burying himself deeply as he stroked through her peak. Savoring.
“,”
she panted.
“Angharad,”
he ground out, and then words failed him.
He reveled in the softness of her thighs against his hips, her sweet cries, and her scent on every inch of his skin.
How many months had he yearned for her? He often wondered what she was thinking behind those tranquil eyes and that low voice, unsure if she shared any of the desire that consumed him like a sickness.
Now she was straining under him, gripping his hair and making streaks down his back, sharing in the same madness.
She came so readily with him, and he loved it.
He wanted more than anything to come inside of her, to make some small part of her his, but he did not know if she still took precautions.
After all, they had not planned for this to happen.
“Can I come?”
he gritted out against her neck.
“Inside you?”
In answer, she gripped his rear in her hands and nodded urgently.
“Yes, . It’s safe.”
That was all he needed to unravel. Soon he was overwhelmed with great, wracking shudders as he climaxed, coming so hard and deep that it was almost painful.
It felt as though his very soul was being wrung out as the waves trembled down his spine, unrelenting and paralyzing. His whole life, in all his dalliances, it had never been this way. Whatever precipice he had been holding himself back from was now far above him, for he had toppled off of it and there was no going back. This woman, whether she knew it or not, possessed his very soul, mind, and body.
He remained still for a few moments, and then he lifted his head, gazing down at her while he remained inside.
“You’re still taking herbs?”
he said as he kissed her softly on her lips.
“I never stopped,”
she said with a small smile.