Chapter 27
twenty-seven
AMANDA
When we stepped back into the manor that evening, the quiet hit me first.
It was strange and slightly unnerving to be in such a huge house with so few people. Just the two of us.
Henry shut the door behind us, his key turning in the lock as I hung up my coat and kicked off my boots. He did the same beside me, our moment of heat in the hall lingering between us, unspoken. The moment he turned toward me, it was like someone turned a screw, upping the sexual tension.
He watched me with hunger in his face, the kind that throbbed with unbridled desire. The kind that made my pulse stutter in my throat.
'So,' I said lightly, forcing my voice to behave even while my insides fluttered, 'you mentioned some plans?’
The pink of his tongue darted over his lips as he took a step toward me. My stomach knotted. It was bad enough I’d been left right on the edge of orgasm, but when he looked at me like that, it left me a puddle.
His shoulders rolled subtly back, and his mouth curved into a devastatingly sinful smile.
'Oh, I definitely did,' he murmured, stepping toward me with a slowness that made every inch of my skin tighten in anticipation.
I swallowed, struggling to find breath. ‘And what exactly do these plans entail?’
He reached out, fingertips grazing my throat. The touch was feather-light, as though he wanted to make me lean into it on my own. And I did, moaning as he wrapped the sides of my neck tight enough to send pleasure skirting through me.
'I’m going to catch you,' he whispered, the words hot against my cheek. ‘And I’m going to fuck you. Wherever that may be.’
An involuntary sound that was halfway between a squeak and a whimper. He was going to chase me. It was risky enough in my client's home, but I knew that Henry knew the house well enough to know if it was safe. My thighs clenched at the wicked way he looked at me.
For one suspended heartbeat, neither of us moved until I leaned forward and kissed him, pouring all my heat into his perfect mouth.
Within a few heated strokes of my tongue, his fingers relaxed against my throat, and that’s when I took my chance.
Shoving him hard, I made a break for it, the flagstones slapping beneath my feet.
I didn’t give a sexy run, all dainty and playacting. I bolted, full speed down the corridor as adrenaline pulsed through me. Hair flying and heart pumping.
Behind me came the most delicious sound, his surprised laugh turning into a feral growl,
the thud of his feet against the floor. The unmistakable rhythm of a man giving chase with one thing on his mind.
'Amanda!' he called, his voice echoing through the hall. 'Princess, you’re wasting your time. I’ll have you on the floor in seconds.'
I darted around a corner, nearly wiping out on a rug, just catching myself on the wall before sprinting onward. Lamps cast warm pools of light across the old floorboards. Shadows flickered past me as I ran into the drawing room, skimming around furniture like my life depended on it.
For a few glorious seconds, I actually thought I’d lost him.
Then an arm slid around my waist from behind, tightening until I felt just how excited Henry was against my back.
'Got you,' he breathed, voice dark.
He spun me against the wall and pressed his mouth to mine, all molten heat and unrestrained hunger. I gave in to him, melting beneath his touch. When he slid a hand beneath my dress, I arched off the wall, aching for more.
It was molten — a claiming without pressure, a question and an answer all at once.
I arched into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, unable to stop the hungry sound that slipped out of me.
But some feral little part of me wanted to provoke him. So I bit down on his lower lip until I tasted metal. Just a slight nip, really, but enough that his hold lapsed.
A beat of silence throbbed between us as he touched his finger to his lip and viewed the red it left. A sharp inhale. And then a low and dangerous laugh.
'Oh, you’re going to regret that,' he whispered.
I slid out from under his arm and ran again.
This time, the chase didn’t last long. He stormed after me, my socks slipping on the flagstones as I hit the bottom of the main staircase. Halfway up, he grabbed my foot and set me stumbling forward, both of us landing on the stairs, him pinning me.
My half-hearted writhing was no match for his strength.
'You’re an animal!' I gasped between hysterical laughter.
He adjusted his grip, hauling my dress high and exposing my ass to the house. Using his thighs to pin my legs together, he landed three heavy spanks to my backside, my breath whooshing out as I moaned.
‘That’s for biting me.’
I heard a zip behind me, his legs keeping mine pinned tightly together.
‘And this,’ he said, sliding the metal-coated tip of him against my heat, ‘Is for being such a beautiful, wild little thing.’
I quaked against the stairs as he teased me, rubbing his piercing over my clip, then up to my entrance, then maddeningly back downward to my clit again.
‘Henry,’ I begged, losing any semblance of wanting to run. I needed him like I needed to fucking breathe.
The house felt bigger as we lay on the stairs, every creak and noise amplified. Each of his breaths made me writhe. I tried to move backwards, but he used one hand to pin my chest to the wooden treads while continuing to slide the head of his cock over me until I moaned.
‘I’ve thought about this moment again and again.
About how it would feel to have you wet and begging for me.
’ Henry slid into me in one ragged movement.
With the way he had me pinned, the feel of him sliding into the tightness made me cry out.
The stretch was delicious, and he held himself there, fully enveloped in me.
Both of his hands moved to the small of my back, holding me still.
Too still.
His fingers trembled against my waist.
‘Don’t fucking move,’ he said, his voice thick with need. ‘I should have used a condom, and if you move even one inch, I’m pretty sure I’m going to coat your insides.’
Heat hit my cheeks.
‘Have I got you so wound up, Sir?’ I teased.
‘You have no idea,’ he grunted.
But I knew exactly how he felt, and I wanted him to fuck me. So I clenched my thighs, squeezing him inside me. His faltering moan made me grin against the stairs.
‘Amanda,’ he threatened.
So I did it again, clenching harder. One of his hands slid into my hair, pulling my head up until his mouth met my ear.
‘You’re begging for a load of hot cum, are you trying to get me to breed you?’
Thankfully, I was on the pill. But the idea of Henry pinning me down and filling me with his babies had my temperature soaring, not the reality of it, but the fantasy.
‘I’m on the pill,’ I whispered to assure him, before I clenched again and arched, grinding myself against him to take him even deeper. ‘Breed me, Sir.’
‘You are a little devil,’ he said, wrapping one hand around my throat and pulling his hips back before slamming back into my.
The wooden treads bit into my hips, the pain mingling with the sweet pleasure his cock unleashed within me.
‘No wonder you need taming, nothing but filthy thoughts in that head of yours.’
‘Yes,’ I moaned as he thrust again, scooping his hips right when I thought he was as deep as he could go to gain even more friction.
‘This.’ Thrust. ‘Cunt.’ Thrust. ‘Is.’ Thrust. ‘Mine.’
God, I wanted that to be true. To spend the rest of my days knowing this sweet man could look after me with so much care, but still pin me to the floor and threaten to breed me with his pierced cock in the next breath.
My limbs grew heavy as he fucked me, pleasure filling my body with pure heat. Pressure coiled between my thighs, my pussy starting to clench involuntarily. I all but cried when Henry pulled out of my completely.
‘I need to see your face,’ he demanded, turning me over so my ass was on a stair.
He took his place between my thighs, and I watched rapt as he slid his cock back inside me, the metal disappearing along with the length.
It was utterly salacious seeing him fill me, watching the way I flared around him as he pulled back.
Wrapping one fist in my hair, he pinned himself against me, pressing his other hand between us to tease my clit.
Within seconds, I saw stars. Henry’s thrusts grew more erratic, harder but less smooth, and he tipped my face to his.
‘That’s it, Amanda, you’re taking me so well. Let’s make that sweet cunt clench around me, and I’ll give you every fucking drop.’
‘Please,’ I begged. ‘I need it.’
‘I know, baby. Just need to be filled morning, noon and night.’
I came with a force that stole my breath, wrapping my arms around Henry’s shoulders and clinging on for dear life as he slowed his strokes, making them longer, deeper, harsher. I quaked beneath him, his mouth settling over my throat as I whimpered.
‘Fuckkkk…’ he growled, his muscles tensing beneath my touch as he filled me to bursting.
I kissed him until he slumped against me, both of us utterly spent.
In the silence of the grand stairwell, all I could hear was the dripping of his cum as it leaked from us, landing on the polished wood beneath.
I had never been undone like that in my life. Never been fucked so thoroughly, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to be put back together without him.