Chapter 14
Crispin wanted to seduce his soon-to-be wife.
In all his life, it had never occurred to him to lead a debutante astray. But she was no ordinary young lady of the ton. She had promised herself to him and he to her. For all intents and purposes, they belonged to each other. The only thing that needed doing was the saying of words and signing of names.
Why should they wait? Especially when they both seemed so taken by each other and the kiss they had shared.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, her perfect pink lips calling to him.
He did not wait and gave in to temptation. Crispin enveloped her in his embrace, taking her mouth with his. Now that he knew she wished for this as much as he did, he did not hold back. He allowed passion to reign.
He teased his lips over hers, caressing, seducing, giving until her body bowed into his.
He groaned at the feel of her hips pressing into his body. His cock was hard, hungry for her. It pulsed to life, and as he roved his hands along her back, all thought vanished.
She was his. That was what mattered.
His tongue slipped between her lips, tasting her sweet warm mouth which would echo the thrust of his cock into her warm, slick core.
Over and over, he kissed her, turning his head to better accommodate their ardor.
A shuddering breath escaped her lips.
Wordlessly, he broke the kiss and studied the perfect curves of her breasts. A low growl slipped from his throat as he bent and kissed the pillowed tops. Before he could think, he urged the bodice of her gown down, freeing her nipples.
He took one into his mouth, circling his tongue, laving the tip until it was hard. Gently, he sucked and teased the pink pearl until she was bending into him, her hands winding into his hair.
Growing wild with hunger for her, he turned his attention to her other breast. It was the sweetest treat he could imagine. And he savored the feel of her nipple in his mouth.
Slowly, he maneuvered them to the chaise lounge that was perfectly placed at the center of the room and eased her down to it.
Neither of them was thinking. Both of them seemed driven by a wild and inescapable desire for each other. Her hands tugged at his shoulders as if she wished to become one with him.
He found the vee of her thighs through the folds of her skirts and pressed his fingertips into the softness.
She sucked in a gasp as her hips bucked against his hand.
He bit down on her lower lip, determined to drive her half mad with want for him.
“Crispin,” she whispered, her eyes hooded.
And then he knew he could wait no more, seeing her so draped before him, pliant with need.
He swept her skirts up to her hips, baring the juncture of her thighs. Another possessive growl slipped out of his throat.
How he longed to feast upon her, to taste her honey and to make her sing out his name.
He slipped his fingers between her thighs and met her wet heat. It was perfection, and he nearly undid his breeches and took her then.
But he could not. No, he wanted her to veritably beg for this. For him. He wanted her to never forget. So he smoothed her slick heat over her folds, slipping his fingertips over that swelling nub which was the evidence of her growing need.
He circled and teased, then gently pressed before he slipped another finger to her opening. Gently, he inserted it.
Her mouth dropped opened, and her hips jerked toward him.
He could see she was about to crest, but he did not wish her to reach her peak without him.
“Now?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Now,” she urged, pulling at him, though there was the faintest hint of nervousness in her voice.
“I will be gentle,” he promised.
“Don’t wait. I need…” she moaned.
And then he freed his hard cock from his breeches. It was almost agony how much he needed to be inside her. He took his shaft in his hand, stroked the dew at the tip over the head, then knelt between her thighs.
She gazed up at him with perfect trust and, for one moment, he was lost. Entirely lost to her.
Then she lifted her hips to him, and he blinked, his body taking over.
Crispin rubbed the head of his cock over her sex and moaned at the way she felt so silken. The action drove her desire higher, and she arched, her body calling out.
And who was he to keep her waiting another moment?
He braced himself, rested the head of his cock against her opening, then began to thrust forward.
She moaned, and her eyes flared open. He rocked slowly, patiently, letting her become accustomed to his size.
Hermia grabbed hold of him, studying his face. For this was new territory for her. And he wished to guide her well. But every instinct in him demanded he thrust home.
Using every bit of his self-control, he thrust forward bit by bit until, at last, she tensed, winced, and then suddenly relaxed.
A smile washed over her face, and he realized that the hard part was over.
He blew out a breath and then began to stroke her sheath with his girth.
At first, he gazed down upon her face, alight with her nearing bliss, and then he lowered his gaze to where his cock was pumping into her body, parting her slick petals.
He knew what she needed, and so he took his thumb and slid it over her most sensitive part.
She began to pant for air, her eyes wild as she reached for her pleasure. He did not stop the movement of his circling hips or the stroke of his thumb until her sheath tightened around him and rippled over and over again.
A cry pulsed from her lips, which he bent down and swallowed in an open-mouth kiss.
And as he swallowed up his name from her lips, he could wait no more. His body shook as he rammed home.
It was unlike anything he had ever known. There were no words, no thoughts to describe it. Only sheer feeling.
He struggled for breath as he tried to bring himself back to sense.
Her body was now languid beneath his, and her face was full of wonder.
Crispin took her mouth in a softer kiss now.
A laugh from the hall slipped through the air.
They tensed in each other’s arms. And suddenly reason came back to him.
He’d never had desire rule him so entirely, so fiercely, that he would risk deflowering a young lady at a ball.
But she was not any young lady. She was the woman who belonged to him.
She stared with horror for a moment, but as the laughter began to slip away, heading in the other direction, they both relaxed.
“We are safe,” he said gently.
“Safe,” she echoed.
But the truth was, here in her arms, he wasn’t certain how safe he was. Hermia made him feel things he’d never imagined. He would not let that worry him. He couldn’t.
After all, there was no going back now.