Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
D amn, Evangeline tasted like woman and sin. He was hungry for her, his body aflame with need and recklessness that he could not halt.
He wrenched her to the side of the settee, kissing her sweet flesh like a man starved. She rocked against him, her startled gasp—deep and guttural—sent heat to his cock. He ached, his dick like a rock as he licked her sweet notch until she ground against his mouth. “That’s it, Evangeline, take what you want.”
Seek your pleasure.
Your sweet release.
He licked her nubbin, sucking her little pleasure point into his mouth until she moaned. “Ezra, oh yes.”
He could not stop, no matter the danger that continued to lurk within their lives, or the possibility of them being caught by staff at any moment. Perhaps a part of the excitement stemmed from the unknown, the trepidation that they were not alone in the house. But he wanted her to shatter against his mouth, feel her release tremble against his lips and he could not stop until she did.
"You taste so good. Tell me you like my mouth on you."
Her eyes met his as he kissed her sex, hers heavy with desire. "I like your mouth on me," she answered without shame. "I like everything that you do to me."
"Do you?" He leaned back on his heels and slid his thumb across her nubbin, rolling it beneath his pad. "You're so wet. You want me, do you not?" He did not need to hear the answer—he could tell that she did. Still, he wanted to hear her say the words, even if only to heighten his desire.
"I do. I do want you," she repeated.
He slipped two fingers into her heat and pumped his hand, watching her laid bare to him, her legs spread, her pretty, summery gown bunched about her waist, her cunny his to tease and taste.
The sight was too much, and he could not deny himself a moment longer. He ripped his falls open, and took his cock in hand, stroking it and imagining things that he wanted to do to her but could not voice lest he scare her.
A flicker of guilt tugged at his chest. What if someone meant her harm because of him? Because of his past? The danger had never felt more real. And yet, here he was, incapable of letting her go. Forcing her into a marriage because he could not keep away.
Evangeline watched him with keen interest. "You're so large. May I touch you also?"
Before he could answer, she sat up and reached for him, pushing his hand aside to stroke his length. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her teasing him as he had done her. He was in trouble. He wanted to come. He wanted to flip her over on the settee before him and fuck her senseless—sheath his cock in her tight, hot cunny and ride her until they both shattered.
"So soft and yet hard. What a marvel."
She brushed her lips against his and he lost himself in a kiss for several heartbeats. He mastered her mouth, their tongues teasing, their breath mingling in the passionate embrace. He nipped her lip, before licking it better before she pulled back.
"I want to feel you against me. I want you inside me, Ezra."
"I cannot take your maidenhead here and now. That should be for our wedding night." But damn it he wanted to. His body roared to do as she asked, to deny her nothing, even for his own selfish pleasure.
"Must it be then? We're to be married. Does it really matter?"
"It matters to me."
She pouted and pulled him close until the tip of his cock pressed against her folds.
"Don't do that, Evangeline,” he groaned. “I have very little control as it is and I do not want to fuck you here."
For one fleeting second, he imagined the door bursting open—not with her brother-in-law's fury, but something far worse. A faceless man in a domino, just like the one at the masque. His blood chilled, even as his body burned.
A wicked grin lifted her lips. “What if I want you to take me here?"
"You want me to fuck you? You do not wish to be made love to?"
"Are they different?" she asked. "What do you prefer?"
A good question. One he could not answer. He had never made love to anyone. Or at least, what he was feeling right now with Evangeline was new and unknown. The feelings and emotions coiling within him were unfamiliar. And that in itself prickled him with guilt.
"I cannot fuck you. You're a maid. I might hurt you."
She scoffed at his words and moved his cock to her entrance, rolling the head of his length around her sex. “Ohh, that feels so good…”
He bit back a curse and breathed deep, tried to resist the rioting emotions that fought to overtake his control. “He clasped her hips and held just far enough away to kept her safe.
"We have all our lives to make love in bed. Right now I want you so much. Right now I want you to fuck me."
“You don’t know what you ask,” he growled, pulling her down onto the floor with him before flipping her around to lean up against the settee, giving him the perfect view of her pert ass.
“I do know what I want and what I want you do to. I’m not a child.”
No she was not.
He leaned against her back and suckled the lobe of her ear into his mouth before giving it a teasing bite. "This may hurt at first. Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"Yes," she gasped, reaching back to clutch the back of his neck. "I want you so much I ache."
"I'm going to take that ache away." Ezra pressed her down onto the settee and positioned his cock at her entrance. He slipped the head of his manhood inside, stilling a moment from the sheer sweet sensation that ran up his spine. He leaned back, enthralled by the sight of his cock pressing between her glistening folds, opening her like a flower to be plucked.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed.
She cried out into the cushions as he stretched her to fit him, her fingers clutching the seat as he pressed slowly into her.
"You'll take all of me." His words were a promise, and he would sheathe himself to the hilt. She was so wet. And with even pressure, he made her his. Fully seated, he stilled. He breathed through the riot of emotions overtaking his body. He wanted to thrust into her—take her—fuck her like the madness that overtook his mind.
Instead, he waited. Let her adjust.
She pressed back against him, seeking him deeper, and his control snapped. He clasped her hips, pulled out, and thrust into her. Pumped his cock into her hot, tight sheath and lost all sense of self.
"So, so good."
She moaned into the cushion. "Oh yes, this is what I want. I want this. More, Ezra." Her plea was too much to deny.
He claimed her, marked her as his from this day forward. No matter how they had come to be engaged, he could not regret having Evangeline. She was marvelous and he wanted her in his bed.
He reached around and rolled the pad of his fingers against her sex, teasing her as he took her from behind.
His mind blanked. He was certain he saw stars.
"Tell me you like it. Tell me you like having me inside you."
She moaned, her hand slipping over his and guiding him to tease her flesh. His cock hardened further, and he took a calming breath, trying to deny himself what his body craved.
Release.
"I love having you inside me," she moaned, pressing back. "I thought this would hurt, but it's wonderful. I want more."
And he would give her more. Anything she wanted.
"Come for me," he commanded, feeling his balls tighten. He had never felt this way—wild and out of control, an obsession that even this coupling would not sate.
"I want to," she gasped into the cushions. "You feel so good, Ezra."
He rolled his fingers with more determination, taking her in a rhythm that left him all sixes and sevens. He leaned against her back, breathing in the pretty jasmine scent of her hair. He kissed the light sheen of sweat that settled on her neck.
“Come for me, Evangeline,” he ordered. “Be a good girl and do as I say."
"Yes," she answered, breathless.
And then he felt it. The small tremors that grew and seized his cock. Evangeline screamed his name into the cushions, muffling her cry as he fucked her through her release. His balls ached. His cock, rigid, rode out her climax, reveling in the push and pull of her body around him as she worked herself upon him.
So damn hot. Bold. And his.
Mine...
His release roared through him and he called out her name again and again as he came, spent into her sweet heat, pumping his seed into her body.
He held her waist, used her as support as his knees buckled under the sweet relief that swept through him. He pulled out and slid her gown down over her bottom, then kneeled behind her, watching as she slowly gathered herself and sat on the floor facing him.
"Well I never," she said, her face flushed, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Nor I," he murmured, leaning forward and stealing another kiss.
His body was sated, humming with pleasure, but his mind churned. What had he done? Even after such release, he felt it—that quiet dread gnawing at the edge of something good. She was more than desire now. She was a risk. A need he could no longer deny. And if something happened to her…he would never forgive himself.
Unsure where his need to touch her, to show affection, was coming from, but knowing he could not deny himself anything when it came to the woman before him.
His future wife.