For a while, at least.
I am yours.
Three little words that changed everything.
Bennett shuddered as once again, unruly emotions threatened to undo him. Pure elation at the declaration. Tenderness, yet also that fierce protectiveness he felt for those he cared about most. And yet growing stronger by the moment was a crude but undeniable need to conquer Delilah so thoroughly that even the thought of another man would be abhorrent to her forever. She had pleasured him until his eyes crossed, now he had to do the same. To make her beg to come, to hear her scream his name as she did, and then to mark her with his scent and seed like some kind of wild beast, so that everyone would know who she belonged to.
It wasn’t rational. It certainly wasn’t humdrum.
Then again, matters of the heart rarely were.
“Delilah,” he gritted out, turning her in his arms so she faced him and he could gaze on her plump perfection. Those lush breasts, with her nipples nearly wine-colored after he’d pinched them. A soft belly that cushioned him, ample hips to grasp, and that crisp bush of black hair that shielded her sweet pussy.
Unable to wait any longer, Bennett lifted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms about his neck, and carried her over to the bed. There was something pleasingly decadent about her nakedness while he remained fully dressed, but he wanted no impediment between them. Not for what he had planned.
After placing Delilah down on the quilt, he began to remove his clothing. His valet would have palpitations at both the careless way the formal jacket, waistcoat, and cravat ended up in a heap on the floor, and his less than delicate treatment of diamond-buckled shoes, stockings, and the silk knee breeches, but that didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered but Delilah.
She moved sinuously on the bed, her thighs spread wide. “Are you going to fuck me hard? Please say you are. I need it quite desperately.”
“Soon,” Bennett promised, settling between her legs and leaning over her so he might tease those taut nipples with the roughness of his chest hair as he kissed her, lightly at first then with increasing pressure and purpose.
When her lips were dark pink and a little puffy, he kissed his way further down, reveling in her choked gasps as he flicked her nipples with just the tip of his tongue. Delilah loved to have them sucked and he would gladly do so…when she pleaded for it. Instead he stroked and kissed the creamy flesh of her breasts, occasionally allowing his tongue to circle the areola. During their last interlude here, he’d not had nearly long enough to explore and tease. This time he had all night, and would make use of every second.
“Ben,” she said impatiently, cupping her breasts and offering them.
“Yes?” he replied, pausing to inhale the spiced musky scent drifting up from her pussy. How gratifying to know his lover was already wet for him, although in fairness his cock had grown fully erect again, even after that astonishingly good climax in her mouth.
Delilah quivered as he exhaled a puff of warm air across her right nipple. “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?”
“Difficult to say. I suppose you could always try that and see what happened.”
“Rake,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling like sapphires.
“Hmmm. Never been called that before, although I much prefer it to Humdrum Tun as a nickname,” mused Bennett, as he pushed her breasts together and licked the furrow between them.
Delilah whimpered. “Oh God. I cannot bear it any longer. Ben. Darling Ben, you splendid rake. Would you be a dear and suck my nipples? Yes, this is me begging. Please.”
Ah. This was what it felt like to be a conqueror.
Benevolent now she’d surrendered, he bent his head and captured her right nipple with his teeth, tugging and scraping before sucking it hard. Then he did the same to its twin. Delilah’s moans echoed in the bedchamber, but after he slid his hand down between her legs and penetrated her pussy with two fingers, caressing that little rough spot just past her entrance, she shrieked and writhed against him as she came. When her breathing calmed and her pussy only sporadically gripped his fingers, Bennett moved once again. Now he knelt, his free hand parting the hair covering her mound to expose the slick petals of her labia and swollen clitoris.
“If you want my mouth,” he rasped, licking his lips, “Beg, sweetheart.”
Wetness drenched his fingers and Delilah gripped the bedsheets, her gaze a heady combination of feverish excitement and sweet yielding. “I’ll come again for you, but I need your mouth on my clitoris. Make me orgasm, Ben. The way only you can. Please.”
Satisfaction roared through him, and he lapped the sensitive bud while lazily twisting his fingers inside her. Delilah’s hips jerked as she ground herself against him, and when he abruptly plunged his fingers deeper and sucked her clitoris, her wild, broken cry could probably be heard across Golden Square.
He’d made her come twice. Still, he needed more. “Where do you keep your sponges?”
“That first drawer there, inside the cloth bag. And bring the brandy. Please, please hurry.”
When she was ready, she beckoned him closer.
Bennett took his engorged cock in hand. It was so hard it could probably be used for construction, and the desire to be buried inside Delilah had shoved just about every other thought from his mind. She was all he wanted, all he needed in the world. “I’ll confess to a long-held fantasy; you, on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes grew heavy lidded, and she turned onto her front before presenting herself as requested, thighs spread wide and rounded backside swaying provocatively. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that,” he said hoarsely, running a hand down her smooth back. “I’m not sure I can be gentle, though.”
“I don’t want gentle, I want my duke to fuck me. To feel you everywhere.”
Good God. The way she said ‘my duke’ sounded almost as possessive as the way he felt toward her.
Kneeling behind Delilah and curving his chest over her back, Bennett slowly pushed his cock inside her soaked pussy. She moaned as he sank deeper and deeper, her inner walls rippling around him, and he kissed her shoulder, incapable of speech.
It felt too good.
Too perfect.
As though she had been fashioned exactly for him.
But he couldn’t go slowly anymore, not with the hottest pussy in England bathing his cock in honey and gripping him like a vise. With one hand braced on the bed, and his other arm across her breasts, Bennett began to fuck her. Delilah’s head thrashed about even as her backside pressed firmly against him, urging an even harder taking.
“Like this?” he asked as he advanced and withdrew, merely repeating her words from earlier.
“Exactly…like…that…” she replied hoarsely, quivering beneath him.
“Tell me how it feels to have my cock filling you up.”
Delilah cried out. “So good. I love…I love…”
Say it.
“Tell me,” he commanded, plunging brutally deep.
“I love it!” she screamed as her pussy spasmed around him, her whole body shaking as it surrendered to a violent, prolonged orgasm.
The twinge of disappointment was shocking for a man who had pledged to marry without love. But he couldn’t ponder that, not when the drive to ecstasy also consumed him. Soon it felt like every muscle tightened, and with a low, guttural growl, Bennett yanked his cock from Delilah’s pussy to come hard all over the small of her back.