Chapter Twenty-Three #3
“I don’t stop unless you use your word, Penelope,” he drawled, pinning her with a heated glare. His fingers dug into her soft flesh until Penelope was sure he was leaving bruises.
Penelope’s mouth quivered before she clamped her lips tight and shook her head.
The things he was making her feel, the absolute thrill of his attention, and the exhilaration rushing through her veins had her questioning her own sanity.
But she did not want him to stop the delicious torment. She wanted more.
Simon’s head tilted, obviously contemplating how much further he could push her. Then his expression softened. Standing, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to their bed.
“I want to hear every moan and every plea as it falls from your lips, Penelope. I want to hear you beg me to let you come, knowing that I won’t allow it until I’m good and ready.
I want to feel your body open to me even while it grips me tight to keep me from leaving.
I want you so desperate for pleasure that you willingly accept everything I do.
” His mouth covered hers in a heated kiss, and yet it was languid and searching, as though she contained answers to questions only he knew to ask.
Then she felt his cock nudging at her entrance. The sensation of being filled to the point of exquisite pain even as her body welcomed that thick, rigid part of him made her cry out. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails scoring the hard muscles, but he did not seem to mind.
“S-Simon, please. Oh, oh God. I need…I need… please let me…”
“Don’t you dare come,” Simon said in a silky voice as he thrust deeper. Molding one of her breasts in the palm of his hand, he sucked the nipple into his mouth, leisurely rolling the tight bud between his teeth. “It would be unwise for you to disobey me. The repercussions would be severe.”
“I cannot help it…it’s too much…”
“You only need to say the word, my sweet mouse,” Simon groaned, slowly rotating his hips while transferring attention to the other breast. “I shall stop if that is what you desire.” His thumb traced the outline of her mouth, rubbing her bottom lip as he gave her a wicked grin.
“I will make use of your mouth and spare you this particular punishment. Be aware, however, that I will not be as gentle as I was before.”
“No…no…” Penelope whispered, shaking her head as she arched against him. “I won’t say it. I won’t. I-I don’t want you to stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Then shut that pretty little mouth of yours and let me take what I want.”
His movements intensified, his body driving into hers.
Penelope tried to contain her body’s natural reaction, but it was impossible.
Whenever Simon sensed she was reaching the limits of her endurance, he halted all movement.
The more still he became, the more her body reacted.
She was surrounded by him, captive and content to be imprisoned.
The harsh sounds of their combined breathing filled the room, and Simon kissed her during those quiet moments, claiming her mouth with fierce urgency.
Then he would begin again. And again. Until Penelope quivered with exhaustion and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
When she went limp, Simon finally granted mercy.
“Come for me now, Penelope. Come for me and let me feel you around me.” Simon’s thrusts became rougher and uncontrolled.
One of his hands came up, gripping her throat and squeezing just hard enough that Penelope’s world began spinning.
He buried himself so deep within her that it bordered on painful, and still, it wasn’t enough.
She wanted more, and without a single word, Simon realized that.
He impaled her, hitting a spot that wrung a feeble scream from her chest and split her world open in a brilliant whirlwind of colors and flashes of light.
Pleasure rolled over Penelope in continuous waves.
It was exquisite and frighteningly beautiful.
Tears trickled down her cheeks as Simon’s hips jerked hard in one final shove.
He stilled above her, head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy.
Penelope felt the warmth of his release flooding her body, and she surrendered to the wicked possession.
Simon pressed tender kisses to her mouth, to her jawline, and to her throat as the world slowly righted itself. She was already drifting off to sleep while he murmured softly in her ear. What he said, Penelope did not know, but one thing was painfully clear.
She had been infatuated with this man for years. She was forced into marriage with him by a judgmental society. And she had fallen in love with him despite herself and his own indifference.
But it was different now. She was different. What existed between the two of them was different. She was not just his wife. Not just his countess. Nor was she simply the mother of any future children he might sire with her.
No, this was more, and she knew, deep down inside, where Simon hid his feelings behind a wall of cynicism, he was painfully aware of it, too.
She was his now. Completely, utterly, and forever his. And there would be no going back from that.