My vision blurred at the sides, my nails digging into the wood door as I started to move against him, seeking the unbelievable pleasure.
His hand grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he continued, working whimpers and moans from me I had never heard before. The last thing I wanted was to bring Theo into my thoughts, but I couldn’t help acknowledging that sex and even foreplay were never like this with him. Never.
“Lennox.” I moaned loudly, my legs wobbling under the intense sensation he was spearing through me. “Please.” I had no idea what I was begging for anymore. He ignored me as he sucked and licked me with relentless fierceness. Devouring me. My orgasm raced toward the edge, making words lash out on my tongue—things I never demanded before or uttered out loud. Dirty talk had always seemed embarrassing and cheesy, especially with the Prince.
Where the hell did that girl go? I didn’t know, but this girl said what she wanted, crude demands plunging off my tongue. My need for him to be inside me soared in the room. “Lennox!”
“I really wanted you to come on my tongue.” He pulled his fingers out, biting my ass, drawing pain and pleasure from me. “But I could never disregard your wishes, Duchess.” He smirked. Standing up, he clutched my hips, tossing me back onto the counter, stepping between my thighs.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill and clean.” My knees clutched his legs, pulling him closer, not wanting this to stop. “Never had sex without a condom before.”
“Really?” He titled his head. “Not even with—”
“No.” I cut him off, not wanting to hear his name. “Especially with him.”
Heat flared in his eyes, his gaze trailing over my naked body. The idea that we would break the rules for each other spoke volumes.
“I have never either with one-night stands.” He grabbed the back of my head. Fierce. Rough. My lips parted, desire flooding me.
“Even Hazel? Or is she more than a one-night thing?”
“Definitely not. On both counts.” His mouth lowered to my breast, tugging at my nipple, my back arching into him. He flicked it with his tongue before coming back to my mouth, his gaze heavy with lust. “It was you I was imagining. Your pussy I wanted to slide into.”
Heat flared, and I yanked him into me. “Then do it.”
With his free hand, he tugged my hips to him, the other coiling my hair around his fist. My mouth parted, feeling the tip of him line up with me. He pushed into me, filling me entirely. I groaned loudly, my body trying to adjust to him.
Oh. My. God.
“Fuckfuckfuck.” He hissed, his grip digging into my flesh. “I imagined it, but you weren’t supposed to feel this bloody good.”
If it was him, the fact he was bare, or both, I didn’t care. I couldn’t even fathom how incredible he felt, almost to the point of overwhelming my sensations and nerves so much I couldn’t function, which had me more desperate. I had stopped breathing as he pushed in deeper, still not completely in. Nerves burned with heat and pleasure, my fingers burrowing into the counter.
He pulled out, pushing back in so deep, pleasure scratched up my throat, watering my eyes. Whatever he did to me, he broke loose a monster from her pen. She didn’t care about being proper, pleasing, or refined.
She was wild, indecent, fierce, and demanded more.
Insatiable.
Matching him every step of the way.
“Bloody hell.” He drove in, spearing sparks through my body, our need driving our rhythm, frantic and desperate.
“Oh god…harder!” I wanted him to destroy me. To take it all.
The sound of us filled the room, my legs shaking as my orgasm singed up my spine. “Lennox.” A cry of warning ripped from me as I chased the blissful high with abandon.
With a grunt, he pulled out, yanking me off the counter. He turned me around, fastening my hands down on the lip of the vanity.
“Watch me fuck you.” He grabbed my hips, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror. “I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”
I swear, anyone else could say that, and I would be embarrassed, but not him. The fiercer and dirtier he got, the more I was turned on. The more I wanted to match it.
He thrust back into me, splintering a cry from me, my hands going to the mirror to hold myself up.
“Spencer.” He rasped out my name, his hips slamming so hard into mine, I knew I’d bruise from the counter, but I didn’t care. I loved it. Wanted more.
“Watch.” He growled, his hands moved over my body, flicking at my nipples. My gaze took in everything, loving the full-length mirror beside us. He went slower, so I could really watch, going so deep my toes and fingers curled.
Fuck, it was hot.
Intimate.
Sexy.
“You like that, don’t you?” He slid his fingers down my stomach to my clit. “Watching me fuck you.”
“Yes.” I groaned as his thumb rubbed against me. I pushed back into him, my teeth gritting. “More…god…Lennox. Don’t stop.” My head fell back into him, my gaze never leaving his.
“I don’t plan to. Ever.” He pushed me forward into the counter, and the change of angle had me gasping. He grabbed on to me, his expression merciless. “Not until I hear you scream my name, feel you break apart.”
Playtime’s over.
Bring it. My eyes said back.
He drove into me with a brutal intensity, and all I could do was hold on, sounds I couldn’t even describe as human tumbling from me. Everything hazed around me, the burning up my spine, cooking me alive, my body starting to tumble over, squeezing around him, my fingers clawing at the intensity.
“Oh god…”
He reached around, pounding into me as his fingers rubbed through me, setting me off. Coarse, my vocals cried out, my body clenching around him.
“Fuck. Spencer!” I heard him bellow.
Everything in me exploded. The intensity froze me in place like being dropped off a cliff, that moment of suspension—utter bliss sustaining you in the air like a cartoon.
His hips slammed into me, and I felt him throb and release inside me, roaring, sending an electrical current of pleasure through me, tearing air from my lungs as I shattered into a million pieces.
I couldn’t breathe, move, or think as I slowly pieced myself together. My breath was ragged, my body still pulsing around him. Bugger, was that what a real orgasm felt like?
His chest pressed into my back, his gasps for air gliding against my neck, sliding down between my breasts.
“Fuck,” he muttered huskily against my ear.
“Yeah.” I swallowed with a chuckle. My gaze lifted to the mirror, meeting his gaze. His arms still wrapped around me, our sweaty skin pressing together, his cock still buried deep in me.
Seeing us like that, feeling him inside me, didn’t bring shame; it only brought more desire—the need to move against him, taking what I wanted.
More. More. More. More. My body screamed, already knowing I would never have enough. It got a taste and craved more already.
He snorted, a wolfish grin hinting on his lips, his head shaking like he could see my thoughts in my eyes. He probably could; I couldn’t seem to disguise what I wanted from him.
We watched each other as we regained our breaths. I trembled with the extreme onslaught of emotion and energy. I was a junkie coming down from a high, wanting another hit.