Chapter Seven
Phillip groaned as the last remnants of her resistance fractured and fell away.
The tantalizing imaginings that kept him awake late into the night were nothing compared to the soft press of her body against his, the warm sweetness of her mouth, or the delicate whimper he earned the moment his tongue had swept across her lips.
He took her into his arms, hands roaming across the subtle curves hidden by the fabric of her gown. Saints, this woman. She’d haunted him, day and night, for months. He could hardly believe she was finally in his embrace, willing to give herself to him completely.
Her fingertips danced over his bare skin as they traced the contours of his shoulders, the hollows at the base of his throat, the broad expanse of his chest. He sucked in a breath at her curious exploration.
Her kiss never wavered; they only grew more desperate.
Filled with passion and long-abandoned desire.
When her hand dipped low, slipping into the waistband of his trousers, he growled. His hold tightened on her in warning the moment her delicate fingers wrapped around his hard length. She broke the kiss and fixed her gaze on his—then she stroked his cock.
“Fuck,” he swore, biting his lip at the rush of pleasure ripping through his body. He hadn’t been with a woman since before he’d met Cora. Not that he hadn’t tried to purge her persistent memory, but no one affected him the way she did.
Her whisky gaze deepened to midnight as the heat tinged her cheeks a lovely pink. The delicate creases at the corners of her eyes appeared as a wicked smile curved her lips. Tenderly, she repeated the motion.
Phillip shivered, unable to control his body’s reaction to her touch. “Cora.” Her name slipped from his lips—a plea for mercy.
Cora said nothing as she unfastened his trousers. A groan escaped him as she withdrew his cock and slowly sank to her knees. She held his gaze as she took him into her mouth.
Unbridled lust tore through him at the warm, wet slide of her mouth against him. She cradled him in her hand as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue.
“Fucking hell.” Phillip swore again, unable to contain himself. It was too much, overwhelming him in wave after wave of delicious sensation. His body tensed as he braced a hand against the hearth.
Cora took her blessed time exploring every inch of him with her tongue. She suckled, licked, and teased him until he damn near expired from the exquisite pleasure.
One hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped the stone mantel. He gritted his teeth against his burgeoning release.
“Cora,” he ground out as the torture became unbearable. “I—please, as much as I enjoy this, I fear you will end it all before it begins.”
With a soft pop, Cora withdrew from his aching cock. She licked her lips and rose to her feet. “I fully intend to put your youth to the test.”
Frustrated and aching, Phillip grasped her by the waist and spun her around. He buried his face against her throat, peppering kisses along her silken skin. She writhed against him and ground her ass against his cock.
His arm banded around her waist and pinned her in place. “Place your hands on the mantel.”
Cora obliged, arching her back toward him, but she ensured her body never strayed far from his.
With his free hand, Phillip gathered her skirts up until his hand slid against the soft skin of her bare thighs. She wore no stockings, no drawers. Nothing stood before him and the sweet, silken folds of her cunt.
He moaned in anticipation as he raked his teeth over her pulse point and slid his fingers higher. When they grazed her slick center, he hummed his appreciation. Gently, he explored her, nudging her thighs wider apart.
Cora widened her stance, giving him unfettered access to the very core of her.
“You are positively dripping.” He kissed the top of her exposed shoulder where the fabric had slipped.
She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “An affliction that comes upon me every time you arrive in Glenbrae.”
Phillip’s grip on her waist slid gently to her throat. She held tightly to the mantel as he cupped her sex, allowing two of his fingers to glide over her swollen center. She rocked against his hand, pressing herself firmly against his insistent touch.
“Phillip, please.” Her whimpered plea cut through the haze of his slow exploration.
With her skirts rucked around her waist, Phillip ran the head of his cock over her weeping sex. She shifted her hips, opening wider, granting him permission. He slid in with a single thrust.
His body stiffened as he buried himself deep inside her. Cora’s gasp melted into a groan of pleasure. Her body pulsed around his cock as she allowed him to push further. He banded his arm around her torso as he slowly moved.
The pleasure unleashed something feral inside of him. Without thought, without consideration, he simply reacted to her unspoken requests. When she pushed against him, he met her with a firm thrust.
Together, they fell into a rhythm. A push and pull of desire—and power. He’d craved her for so long—imagined this a hundred different times in a hundred different ways. But nothing compared to the reality of her body tight around his cock, her sweet whimpers and sinful pleas. It was heaven.
Phillip slid his hand between her thighs, pressing his fingers against the apex of her sex. His steady, insistent pressure only spiraled her pleasure higher. Her body tightened, her cries echoing off the walls of her small cottage.
“That’s it, darling,” he whispered in her ear, nipping at the delicate flesh of her lobe. “I want to hear my name upon your lips when you reach that blessed climax.”
Cora whimpered, but her body reacted immediately. She swore and his name slipped free. “Phillip.” Her panted cries surrounded him as her release reached its crescendo.
Only then did Phillip allow himself to find his own release. He withdrew at the last moment, his ardor cooling at the loss of her heat, but he painted her skin with his seed, marking the inside of her thighs.
He rested his head against her shoulder as they both came down from their blissful seduction.
Cora slowly turned, catching him in a passionate but unhurried kiss. She ran her fingers along his jaw before stepping back.
“Wha—” He paused at the sight of her slowly removing her garments, allowing them to fall to the floor in a heap.
She stepped forward, completely nude, and undressed him.
“You belong to me tonight,” Cora said with a teasing smile. “Now, to bed with you.”
Phillip sent a prayer to the heavens, thanking God for the summer storm and the lovely widow who showed him the meaning of pleasure.