Chapter 6 #2
Ever so slowly, Elias pulled his shirt over his head.
He then pried his jacket out of May’s hands before tossing his clothes aside and pressing her hands against his abs, instead.
Let her have every inch of him. All she could take was hers.
Only one thing remained. He was tugging off his spectacles when her fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“Leave them on. Please.”
Elias bent to her ear with a tut. What a naughty minx she was. “As my accomplice commands.”
He could not devour her as she deserved with the spectacles on. But there were other things he could do. And, oh, he would make sure to worship his vixen to her peak as he finally claimed Lady May for his own.
By heaven, the duke was the most attractive man May had ever beheld.
When he threw back his head, clearing the stray hairs from his temples, her breath hitched.
She had felt every muscle in his corded abs as he navigated her hand down to the darkening path leading under his britches.
She knew what was there well enough, but she gulped anyway at the throbbing hardness against her inner thigh.
He took in her desire through lowered eyelids captured in silver frames, like a true work of art.
When Elias retreated, suddenly alleviating the pulsating press of him against her, May wanted to beg for him to return.
But before she could voice her protest, he slipped his fingers under her hiked-up skirts and up her thigh.
She’d done this once before, but the memory was erased with Elias’s every touch.
There was nothing but him and the desire in her lower belly.
May’s head rolled back as his fingers found the wetness.
He was teasing her, circling her entrance with an expert hand, and she succumbed to his touch with a whimper.
“You’re dripping.” His voice sunk dangerously low.
A shudder went down May’s spine. What was she to answer?
Words did not exist; all she had were sounds that did not obey the workings of her throat.
She wanted to tell him so much, but all she could do was drown in desperate want.
His fingers spread her lips, dipping inside her with delicious seduction.
“No witty retort left for me now?” he breathed into her ear.
“No,” was all she could say. Bliss turned her limbs to jelly, but it was not enough. She wanted all of him, now.
He must have known that she was reaching the limit. His fingers withdrew, and he kissed her neck with the softest press of his lips.
“Help me?” Elias took her hand into his own, passing her own moisture back to her, and guiding her to his britches. They unbuttoned them together, disobedient fingers slipping over the silver buttons. Then, with the flap falling away, his engorged cock sprang free.
Everything about him was unmatched. The thought of him inside her erased everything else.
May took him into her hand, brushing down the velvety tip, fingers tightening over the firmness of him.
She would pay in kind for the pleasure he brought her.
Her body was stretched taut, aching for a release, but she hungered for his undoing at her hand.
“You...” he muttered, voice lower than ever before. “By heaven, May. Why do you consume me so? Have you no mercy?”
“I… have nothing.” How could he ask her to be merciful when he had her, body and soul? “But I have never needed anything as much as I need you… please.”
All of a sudden, Elias was in control again, his hot palm braced against her clavicle, pushing May’s back flat against the table. He edged her legs open further with his knee, towering atop her like a Roman god ready to conquer. Why had she ever bothered resisting when she could have had this?
The tip of his cock brushed against her folds, and she moaned as he perched at her entrance. Her arousal dripped down her thigh, easing his way. He entered her in one fluid, hard stroke.
“Oh, Elias!”
His lips pressed against her shoulder as he sent shuddering waves of pleasure through his every thrust.
“You take me so well,” he whispered, bending into her, hand braced against her thigh.
May’s eyes were squeezed shut against the mounting pleasure, but there was no slowing it down, not when he was her undoing.
“You really are that good...” Damn him, he was.
His body shook in response, and May realized he was laughing. She was laughing too, her arms wrapping around his back, the sounds fading into a low moan as he shifted to a slower stroke, almost exiting her entirely before plunging back in.
“You’ve been haunting my dreams long enough. It’s time I return the favor.” His rough voice, combined with his deep, slow thrusts, made it impossible to keep her mouth shut.
“If you think I haven’t dreamt of you tupping me…”
“This is no dream. Now, be quiet.” His smirk returned.
He kept up the momentum, straddling the gap between teasing and building.
May panted as his fingers found their way back down again, never breaking his maddening rhythm.
Elias found the pearl of her sex with a practiced touch, and the contact made her writhe.
He plunged in and out of her, a merciless angel of pleasure that could not be held at bay.
“That’s right.” His voice was distant through the waves closing over her. “I will know all of you. Every inch, every corner, every gesture and breath. And I will make you come apart.”
Oh, she wished the moment would never end so that she would never have to let him go. But her body screamed for release. May looked into her lover’s face, urgency overriding all her control. Was he just as close? “I can’t—”
He nodded. “Scream for me, May.”
She repeated his name over and over, as a scream, as a whisper, as a cry.
The tension in her core reached its limit, muscles seizing as she unraveled in his arms. The sweetness of surrender embalmed her as he moved in her.
They came together again and again until they were on the verge of collapse.
Then, with a low curse, Elias withdrew his cock and spent himself over her thighs and belly.
They lay still on the table in the aftermath, his arms wrapped about her tight, lips pressed against her temple.
“I know you already have a plan for your life, and opening yourself up to me like this is a threat. I promise, I will not be careless with your trust, May. You must know, your reputation will be well-protected. Unless you wish it, no one will know.”
May finally knew what was coming on all along: she was irreparably in love with the duke.