It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(104)
Author: Cherise Sinclair
“Love you too.” Her voice was a husky whisper. “Maybe.”
A huff of laughter came from Shadowlands’ cleaning person.
He grinned at her. “Thanks for the cleanup, Peggy.”
“My pleasure.” She smiled back. “You know, she’s either going to adore you—or bash your brains in with a frying pan.”
Standing nearby with his arm around Valerie, Ghost busted out laughing.
Valerie shook her head. “Murphy—my vote is kill him.”
A kitten-laugh came from Murphy, and Saxon grinned. “Colonel, control your woman.”
“Be my pleasure.”
Carrying his own woman, Saxon headed upstairs. It’d been a while since he explored all the second-floor private rooms, but last night, Z reminded him about the recent addition of a Regency room.
He walked in and lifted his eyebrows at the opulent setting of vibrant blue and gold. A crystal chandelier sent sparkling light around the room.
A massive four-poster bed with a canopy and gold-tasseled, blue velvet curtains occupied the far wall. To the left was a fireplace with a neoclassical fire surround of carved white limestone. A vase of fresh flowers filled the air with a light scent.
Clusters of hand-sized, gold-framed mirrors covered the blue wall on the right. Floral-patterned rugs softened the dark wood flooring.
Crossing the room, Saxon laid Murphy down on the bed and dropped his toy bag on the floor. “I’ll be right back.”
“Mmm.” She rubbed her face and pushed herself to a sitting position.
At the control panel, he ignited the gas fire, then turned down the chandelier, sconces, and mantelpiece flameless candles to only a soft glow.
Music on. And damned if it wasn’t the charming soundtrack from the Pride and Prejudice movie Murphy had talked him into watching one night.
She was looking around. “This room is incredible. They even chose the right kind of vertical stripe wallpaper.”
Trust her to notice all the historic details. Returning to the bed, he released the curtains at the foot for a more enclosed feeling without shutting off the view of the fireplace or the other wall.
Then he removed his clothing.
With obvious wariness, Murphy eyed his erection. “Milord. If you force me to get off again, I’m going to take Valerie’s advice and kill you.”
Laughing, he flattened her beneath him, enjoying the faint huff as his weight settled on her. When he had her arms pinned over her head, he smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, subbie. This one is all for me.”
With his knee, he parted her legs, positioned himself, and started to slide in. Mmm, nice. Her cunt was hot, slick, and swollen to exceeding tightness, and she moaned as he continued to slowly penetrate her.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Fully sheathed, he paused, enjoying the rippling as she adjusted to his size.
At the slight relaxing of her muscles, he pulled back, lifting enough to look down at where they met. So fucking intimate. In fact, he glanced over at the wall.
In the myriad of small mirrors, he could see their reflection—her arms trapped over her head, legs spread, and impaled on his cock. Fully submissive, thoroughly taken.
He tilted his chin to direct her attention to the wall.
In the dim light, he could see her eyes darken as her pupils dilated at the sight of them fucking.
Wrapping her gorgeous legs around his waist, he drove even deeper. So tight. So hot.
So giving.
He touched his forehead to hers. “I love you, little submissive.”
Everything inside Murphy melted at his words. At the feeling of him inside her. At the way she couldn’t move, could only take what he gave her.
The sensation simply finished what he’d accomplished earlier—how he’d controlled her body, kept her from climaxing, then forced her to come over and over.
Making her yield…everything.
And now, he was going to do it again. Just as she wanted.
“I love you, milord,” she whispered. Yes, she really, really did.
The way his hard face softened turned her heart to mush. When she tilted her head back to smile at him, he kissed her, long and sweet.
He rubbed his cheek against hers. “This time, sweetling, you will serve my desire.” Slowly, he pulled out, thrust in, and oh, she was sore and swollen from the machine…and he was a lot bigger.
Yet it felt so good to be controlled like this. To be used, to give back.
To please him.
As he took her with long, hard thrusts, she lifted her hips to match him.
Nuzzling her hair, he released her wrists. Even as she put her arms around his neck, he lifted her right leg, opening her more—and penetrating her so thoroughly it took her breath away.
God, she was full.
Pressing deep, he came with a deep growl of fulfillment.
He held there inside her, his cock jerking slightly, before raising his head to capture her gaze. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
He kissed her, long and sweet and slow, then his grin flashed. “Are you going to be walking bowlegged tomorrow?”
Removing one arm from his neck, she smacked his upper arm. “Yessss, you sadist.”
“Now, now, little subbie.” He rolled them over, putting her on top of him. He was still grinning. “It could have been worse. I considered spanking you before setting you on the Motorbunny.”
Her eyes widened. Sitting on that thing with a painful, burning butt? Owww. “Um, thank you for your consideration?”
He laughed. “You’re welcome.”
With a sigh of happiness, she snuggled down on him, enjoying the sheer strength of his body. Breathing in his masculine, woodsy scent as she pressed her face against his neck.
He’d been very careful with her last night. Then tonight…Wasn’t it amazing how he knew just what she wanted when she’d pushed objects off the bench.
Regrettably, she hadn’t expected the kind of control he’d take.
She sure hadn’t realized how easily he could move from easygoing to incredibly dominant—and then to the best of rough sex. When he pushed her boundaries and drove her past what she’d believed she could take, it emptied her out, opened her up, and fulfilled every desire she ever had—and many she hadn’t even known she had.