Noble Scoundrel - Amy Sandas Page 0,87

the sheer rush of pleasure that danced up his spine. “You’re amazing.”

He didn’t realize he’d said the words out loud until she smiled and his heart gave a violent jolt in his chest.

What the hell was she doing to him?

Everything he was felt like it was on the verge of breaking apart. But when she lifted her chin, seeking his mouth, he gave it to her readily. Their tongues mated as his thrusts grew less patient and more urgent, spurred by her sounds of pleasure and the bite of her nails in his buttocks and thighs.

It was all he could do to hold his release back long enough to see her come again.

Reaching between them, he found her clitoris with his thumb. Circling over the swollen bud in time to his thrusts, he watched as her eyes rolled beneath a flutter of thick lashes and her mouth parted on a stalled breath.

Sweat coated his body, rolling down the hollow of his spine. His chest felt so tight from his efforts to hold himself in check that he worried he might never breathe properly again.

Gasping fitfully, she lifted her arms above her head to clutch the bedding in tight fists. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts high and wrapped her legs around his hips.

Then he felt it.

The deep pulsing grip of her inner muscles. Squeezing and releasing him in quick succession before dissolving into fluttering beats all around. While her body quivered, he continued the slow thrusting of his cock and the gentle circling of his thumb, hoping to prolong her pleasure as she fed his.

Then she opened her eyes. Dark pools of fire and wonder met his gaze. “Mason.”

His name was whispered so softly and with such sultry reverence—it did him in.

His climax swirled up from the root, tightening his balls, tensing his muscles. Damn, but he wanted to thrust high into her body and spurt his hot seed in the most primitive of claimings.

But he couldn’t.

He thrust once. Hard. Lifting her hips off the bed.

Her hands fell back to his shoulders as she clung to him. Surrendering, sighing.

He thrust again and felt her body tighten around him, as though to pull him deeper.

The sound torn from his chest was a half growl, half grunt of torment. Withdrawing from her heat against every clawing instinct raging within him, he pumped his fist down his length—still slick with her pleasure—once—twice. That was all it took.

He came with a raw groan as his release shot out in pulsing streams against her trembling belly.

The pleasure was intense. Altering. Maybe a little bit terrifying.

When he was finally spent, he began to shake as he held himself above her. He felt utterly weakened and wanted only to lower his body atop hers and rest his head on her breast.

He glanced down to see his seed glistening on her smooth skin.

Fuck. He almost hadn’t managed to pull out. The thought of unintentionally planting a child in her womb filled him with violently mixed emotions. Desire. Fear. Longing. Regret.

He’d made that mistake with Molly. And though Claire’s mother and Katherine were nothing alike, he’d learned his lesson well.

Any future children he fathered would be with a woman who’d want to stick around to raise and love them. Something an elegantly stubborn sister to a duke would never consider with a scoundrel the likes of Mason Hale.

Pushing away, he lifted himself to the side and swung his legs to sit at the edge of the bed. He paused to shove his hands back through his hair. Spying the washstand in the corner, he rose to his feet and crossed the room. Wetting a cloth in the bowl of water, he returned to the bed.

His passionate little dove had fallen into a heavy slumber.

Her perfectly formed body was splayed in utter abandon, and her small, beautiful breasts rose and fell with her even breath.

A sharp point of discomfort rose in his chest. He rubbed his fist over the spot to dispel the sensation.

Using the damp cloth, he wiped his seed from her belly and the subtle smear of her virgin blood from her inner thighs. Seeing the rise of gooseflesh on her skin, he gently maneuvered her beneath the bedding, tucking it up under her chin so she wouldn’t catch a chill. Then he dressed quickly, keeping one eye on the lady in her bed. He suspected she’d have a word or two for him if she awoke to find him sneaking away, but he couldn’t believe for