Unable to bear her tormenting tongue any longer, he pulled her up to him.
“I like that I drive you to losing control,” she teased, her cheeks rosily flushed, and her eyes dark with desire.
Those soft words seemed to brush directly against his cock.
“I am going to make love to you,” he said, his chest lifting on a harsh breath.
An engaging twinkle lit in her eyes. “That was my plan, my darling.”
He felt a peculiar wrenching in the vicinity of his heart. How and when did you slide underneath my skin? She felt imprinted on his soul.
He shifted and placed her on her stomach on the large armchair by the fire.
“Grip the armrests, and do not let go.”
She sweetly complied, then he stood and shrugged from his clothes before coming down behind her on his knees. He widened her legs slightly, pushed a hand between her body and the cushion to find her clitoris which he caressed until he felt a rush of wetness against his fingers.
It physically hurt to crave her this much.
She panted, need making her slick with welcome. Nicolas was relentless in how he stroked her clitoris over and over until she was mindless with arousal. Her fingers sank into the armchair’s padded arm and her delightfully rounded arse arched in the air.
He slipped one of his hands around her hips and drew her to her knees. Nicolas had never been so unrestrained with his passions before, and despite her gentility his Maryann burned with a wild passion he hadn’t dreamed possible, coaxing him to be himself in every way.
Her hands stretched above her head, gripping the armrests, she turned her face, her cheek sliding against the cushion set of the armchair. Nicolas pressed his cock at her wet sex, and slowly sank deep inside her welcoming heat. He entered her slowly, inch by deliberately slow inch, holding her still until she took his throbbing length to the hilt. A groan of shuddering satisfaction, and she swallowed him up with a muffled scream into the cushions, her back arching.
The desire that tore through him was a savage, demanding ache. She gripped his cock in the tightest, wettest clasp he’d ever experienced.
His palm found the inside of her thigh, stroked, caressed, as he savored the feeling of her softness. “I love feeling you under my hands,” he murmured, caressing the globes of her arse. “I love these wanton little noises you can’t help but make as I take you.”
He thrust inside her sex with long, deep strokes, pleasure rippling over him like fire, gritting his teeth at the sublime ecstasy of her tight sheath. With each piercing thrust within her, a mix of tenderness and lust rose inside, and he gripped her hips, riding her harder. With each plunge, his name from her lips became a whimper, a cry, a plea, a gasp, a moan. Nicolas bent over her, delving his fingers between her thighs to find her clitoris. He pressed it with his thumb, and Maryann convulsed around his cock, gripping him so tightly he could barely move. Passion rocked his body with jarring force and with a harsh groan he tumbled with her.
Hard shudders wracking her body, he leaned forward and kissed her shoulders gently, reverently. He pulled from her, lifted her against his chest, and took her over to the bed. Then he went behind her screen to the wash basin and returned with a cloth. He gently cleaned her, finding it so amusing that she blushed.
Everything in him—every thought, every one of his senses, arrowed on that sweet, loving smile on her mouth. His heart stuttered. Love. He could see it in her eyes, feel it stirring through his soul.
“I will be speaking with your father soon.”
Her eyes widened. “How soon?”
“I have made my move against the wolf. Only yesterday, I had set up a financial scheme especially for him, it is something on the lines of the South Sea bubble scandal, which was all smoke and mirrors, but it can’t be traced back to me. He will learn today how much money he has lost. This will shake him from the dark.”
Her throat worked on a swallow. “And the black Dahlia?”
“I am still searching.”
Her brows furrowed. “Do you still believe it to be my brother?”
He hesitated. “I have not ruled out that possibility.”
The words fell between them, a fiery arrow piercing their tranquility.
Something wild flashed in her gaze. “I swear to you my brother would never act with such