Chapter Thirteen #3
“I do, but not right now.” He cupped her cheek and treated her to a series of deep, drugging kisses that further worked to see her undone a second time. Then he grinned. “Regardless of whether you’re physically restrained or not, I’ll never cease seeing to every need you have.”
Tears once more sprang into her eyes. A few spilled onto her cheeks.
Was this tender side of him merely to soften the blow of him harming himself, or him leaving this world by taking his own life?
She slid her newly freed hands up his chest to twine about his shoulders.
Dear Lord, she adored the solidness of him!
A wave of desperate naughtiness came over her, and she whispered, “Fuck me, James. I need you right this second. Hard, fast, dominating, but I must feel you moving inside me else I’ll go mad. ”
His eyes darkened. A grin curved his sensual lips, and it took a few years from his face.
The affect was startling, for he was a beautiful man.
“I rather think I haven’t the first clue what I’m getting into by marrying you.
” Once more he delved a hand between them, and this time he manipulated the buttons on his frontfalls.
“Perhaps, but then, neither do I.” Though she wanted to laugh, she feared that it would present itself as tears, for she was frightened for him. “We’ll find or way, no matter what sort of marriage we’ll share.”
With more haste than finesse, James fought through the layers of her skirting.
“Lift up for me.” When she did and batted his hand away, she took his hot, rigid length in her hand.
Never before in their couplings this week had he let her handle him, and she was quite determined to do so soon.
Tit for tat, but also because she wanted to hold a bit of power over him, share it with him.
From the shiver that went through him, as well as his hiss of approval, it was a near transcendent experience.
“Just wait until we’re married and I can legally be as scandalous as I want with you.
” She curled her fingers around that heated, silky skin and then pumped his impressive length before guiding the head of his member to her opening.
And then, before he could move, she slammed down, impaling herself fully.
Immediately, intense pleasure welled up so great tears welled in her eyes. “Mmm.”
“Like that, do you?” His question had a breathless quality. There was something powerful about bringing a man to his proverbial knees merely by offering her body.
“Oh, yes.”
“Let’s see about sending you flying.” He grasped her hips and helped to guide her movements, just as he’d done that night he’d shared about his demons. “Come down while I thrust up until you find a rhythm you like.”
Eloise nodded, for her ability to speak had been flung away in the face of the wonderful sensations zipping through her.
She rode him to the best of her ability while holding onto his shoulders.
With each bounce and gyration, her breasts jiggled, the nipples brushing against his clothing and provided added stimulation.
Repeatedly, their bodies came together, pushing her closer and closer to that shimmering edge, and she rocked on him for all she was worth.
True to his word, James claimed her body with the intensity she’d hoped. With every stroke, the pressure that built in her belly strained at its boundaries, and still he continued in his quest to drive her into insanity.
Eventually, Eloise’s strength faded, and the duke rose to the occasion.
He urged her off his lap, picked her up and crossed the floor then tossed her onto the bed.
Seconds later, he joined her, settled between her splayed legs before she could utter a protest at their broken connection.
As soon as he penetrated her body again, his thrusts changed, quickened, and his strokes became harder, faster, touched every throbbing part of her until her world tilted.
A cry left her throat before she could recall it, and Eloise shattered as intense release sucked her under, sent her flying, flung her into a white-filled world of utter and beautiful bliss that wouldn’t stop crashing over her body.
She clung to his shoulders, held him close while tears rolled down her cheeks as emotions wrapped around her.
After years of denying herself any sort of feeling, now she welcomed all of them, and Blackhawke didn’t fail to deliver.
James pushed twice more into her convulsing passage. He grunted out her name and then groaned with satisfaction as his member pulsed and jumped. Seconds later, he slumped over her, and she reveled in the weight of him pinning her to the bed.
“You are incredible,” he whispered into her ear.
Eloise wrapped her arms around him, loath to give him up just yet. In the silence that followed, she tried to protect him, for he needed it. “As are you.”
“And you wear me out.” He smiled against the side of her neck. “It’s been a long time since I felt this sort of connection with anyone.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” The drumming of her heartbeat marched in tandem to his for a few seconds as they lay together.
Each time he moved a fraction of an inch, tingling sensation accosted her in the most delicious of ways.
“Though I’m quite certain everyone in this house knows what we’ve been doing since I was rather loud. ”
“Then I did my job correctly.” He rolled onto his side, peered into her face. “You’re crying.” Immediately, concern clouded his eyes.
“I have been overwhelmed by everything since that night I confessed my secrets and shame. Now, I can’t control my emotions. It’s quite odd.”
“I’m struggling with that myself.”
“Don’t stop. Eventually, they will help cleanse you.” Eloise lifted a hand and cupped his cheek. She smiled when he nuzzled into her palm. “I have hope that we will both find what we need within our union.”
His gaze jogged away. “I’m sure we will, in the time we’ll have together.” Then he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “You should put yourself back to rights. I’d rather not have your father over here as an avenging angel.”
Though she offered a tiny smile, the urge to retch climbed her throat. No matter what they’d shared between them, it wasn’t enough to make him change his mind or his plans.
How am I going to stop this horrible intent?