Chapter 24 #3
The rain battered the roof, enclosing them within a world removed from expectations, consequences, and restraint.
He stripped her slowly, drawing the wet garments from her body piece by piece while his gaze followed every revealed inch.
Her riding habit fell away, followed by her stays, chemise, drawers, and stockings.
When she reached for him, he allowed her to push his waistcoat and shirt from his shoulders and free him from his breeches until no sodden cloth remained between them.
Firelight moved over her bare body as though it too wished to caress her. She was beautiful, not merely in form, though she possessed that in abundance, but in the way she looked at him: open, unguarded, and offering herself without pretense.
He bent his head to her shoulder, his lips brushing against her damp skin, tasting rain and warmth upon her skin.
His hands followed, tracing the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts, lingering as though each touch was a fresh discovery.
She answered with a soft intake of breath, arching toward him as her fingers threaded into his hair.
Sebastian allowed himself a slow, measured indulgence.
He wanted to savor her rather than consume her in a rush of need, not lose himself entirely to the hunger that pressed at the edges of his control, but to take his time, to learn her in this moment as Darcy, not Red, to feel the difference even where there was none.
He lowered her onto the narrow bed and followed her down, kissing his way over her belly until he knelt between her parted thighs.
When he reached the soft center of her pussy, he paused, his breath warm against her skin before he touched her.
Gently. His tongue traced a slow, careful path, a mere whisper of contact that drew a sharp, unsteady breath from her lips.
He did not rush. Instead, he teased, building the sensation in quiet increments, letting her feel every shift, every stroke, every subtle increase of pressure.
Her body answered him with a readiness that stirred his arousal to excruciating heights.
Sebastian’s cock pulsed with need, and he groaned against her slit, then sucked her clitoris.
Her breath broke, then she cried out, her hips arching off the bed, pressing her pussy more onto his mouth.
He circled her clitoris with patient strokes, building the pleasure by degrees.
Darcy’s breathing grew uneven, soft, broken sounds escaping her that spoke of rising pleasure and the surrender she so willingly gave.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him without command, inviting more without words.
Sebastian licked her with decadent greed.
God. She was exquisite.
The restraint he had imposed upon himself began to fray. He curved his hands beneath the soft fullness of her buttocks and drew her more firmly to his mouth. Sebastian licked and sucked her with increasing hunger until her body trembled beneath him and savoring her no longer felt sufficient.
He rose over her, his breath heavier and his control slipping as his body pressed against hers.
His cock slid between her thighs, the heat of her welcoming and unmistakable.
He paused, not from uncertainty, but because he understood what this joining meant.
This was not a stolen indulgence hidden behind disguise.
This was Darcy.
He lifted one hand to her cheek, his thumb gliding slowly over the heated softness of her skin as he looked down at her.
Pleasure had transformed his lover.
A delicate flush spread across her cheeks and throat, deepening with every unsteady breath.
Her pretty brown eyes were heavy-lidded, darkened by desire yet softened by a trust that stirred a fierce tenderness within him.
Her lips remained parted, still damp from his kisses, while her breasts rose and fell beneath him in a quick, trembling rhythm.
She was sensuality and beauty made flesh, open to him in a way that robbed him of breath, reason, and every sensible restraint he had once believed himself capable of commanding.
“If you wish me to stop, say it now.”
Darcy did not hesitate. “Do not stop.”
That was all he needed. Sebastian lowered his head, kissed her, and pressed the head of his cock to her pussy and entered her slowly, to ensure she felt every inch of the stretch, heat, and connection binding them together in a manner far more dangerous than any fleeting indulgence.
Her breath broke against his mouth as he filled her, her body yielding and then tightening around him so fiercely that he nearly lost control.
He remained still until she adjusted, absorbing the undeniable reality of her before he began to move.
His first thrusts were slow and measured, drawing out the sensation until it coiled tight within them both.
She whimpered, and he swallowed the sound as her hands clutched him and her body rose to meet each stroke.
No artifice remained between them. There was only the quiet, consuming truth of what they were to each other in that moment. Sebastian had never intended to feel so deeply for her, and the thought that one day he would have to walk away from what existed between them had begun to feel impossible.