Chapter Eight #3
“Oh, yes.” Anne guided his hand with hers. “Touch me there.” As he did, her back arched and put her more securely into his care. “Broderick… Ah!” A little scream left her throat to blend with his chuckle. The mounting pressure broke as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her.
“Watching as you find release is so damned erotic,” he whispered seconds before he claimed her lips in another intense kiss.
She shivered as contractions rocked her core. “Don’t be more of a prick than you can help.” Heat washed through her body, and all too soon it fairly hummed with a longing for something more.
“It’s good to know I haven’t managed to tame that penchant for plain speaking.” He reached for his frontfalls, but she had anticipated him, and perhaps her need was greater than his this time around, even though they’d just done this yesterday.
Much differently, though.
“Let me.” As soon as she worked the buttons from their holes, his long, thick length fell into her waiting palm. Though she’d manipulated his equipage yesterday, it felt entirely foreign now, but still quite satisfying.
Broderick chuckled and then nuzzled the crook of her shoulder. “Do you wish to play, or shall I fuck you straightaway?”
With a bit of regret, she gave his hot, hard shaft another few strokes before releasing him.
His usage of vulgarity only made this more arousing.
“If I didn’t need to feel you inside me so damned much, I’d be happy to have you at my mercy.
” When she wriggled her hips and the wide head of his member brushed her opening, she moaned with anticipation.
“A pity, but there will be other times. So many other times, I can assure you.” Again and again, he kissed her, made love to her mouth, told her without words exactly what he’d do to her in mere moments.
Urgent need circled with voracious intensity low in Anne’s belly. She lightly bit his bottom lip and again bumped him with her hips. Not caring how it made her look, she again broke the kiss. “I want you now.” They were married, and she would take shameless advantage of that.
“How cheeky,” he murmured, and then leaning most of his weight on his forearms, he flexed his hips. Easily, his shaft slid through her passage. He didn’t stop until he’d fully penetrated her. A groan left his throat to blend with hers, and again he brushed his lips over hers. “Mine.”
She snorted. “Doing it up too brown.” With a grin, she looped her arms about his broad shoulders, planted her feet on the sofa, and teased him with her hips. “Don’t hold back. I need to feel all of you,” she whispered and hoped to God the servants weren’t listening at keyholes.
When he grinned, she gasped at the almost tender way he speared into her, which was leagues different from what he’d done to her yesterday.
The play of muscles beneath her fingertips, the hidden strength of his frame, the wet heat they created together all worked to bind her to the moment.
Soon enough, they found a rhythm, and as his hips pumped, she met his thrusts as if they’d been doing the same together for years.
It was mindboggling how this coupling was enormously removed from their last one, but as he increased his intensity, she inadvertently lost a piece of her heart to him for no other reason than he’d told her a truth with no apology.
It didn’t make the hole in her heart disappear from losing her brother, but it would encourage it to heal. And there were far more hidden injuries between them that required the same. To focus on later, of course.
Deeper and deeper, he drove. Harder and harder his thrusts grew.
Over and over and over he pumped into her, claiming her body like a man possessed, which was the only thing that proved the same as yesterday.
She met him as best she could, but then the roiling vortex she’d already fallen into glimmered at the edges of her vision.
Sensation tingled through every limb. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and when she wrapped her legs about his waist to encourage him all the closer, the shift in position sent him even deeper.
Not once did he pause. He sent her through her paces with ease and skill. His body crashed against hers, his impossibly thick shaft rubbed hidden places deep inside her passage until she broke and was sent flying.
She threw back her head as a scream tore from her throat.
Throbbing heat zipped into every corner of her body as the dark chasm of release swallowed her whole.
Contractions rocked her core. He thrust like a wild man.
Anne could do nothing except cling to him as if afraid he’d vanish, and then finally, with a final stroke, Broderick shattered, fell into that dark void with her.
The ragged sound of their breathing rent the silence to compete with the crackle of the fire.
When his shaft stopped pulsing, he collapsed on top of her, and for the moment she reveled in the weight of him. The box of evergreen boughs at her feet fell off the sofa to spill all over the floor with a rush of sharp scent.
“Dear heavens,” she whispered into his ear when she had control of her faculties. “Clearly, your skill wasn’t exaggerated by rumor.”
He snorted softly against the crook of her neck. “There is that, but in the event you wondered, I haven’t been with a woman for a couple of months at least.”
“Thank you for that.” Softly uttering a sigh, she relaxed in his hold.
Something had changed between them, but she wasn’t sure exactly what.
She needed to remember that her husband was shrouded in secrets, and most would no doubt prove dark and she might not be able to withstand them, but in this moment, it didn’t matter.
Being married meant moving forward into everything—together.