Page 17 of A Season for Christmas

Rather than answering him, she released her grip on his cock as she began to sink down atop him. Samuel groaned, thrusting upward—something he could do more easily now that she was straddling his hips and not his thighs—to meet her. It was pure ecstasy… More than that, it felt right.

She felt right.

He had been with many women since she’d rejected him and married Lord Cross, but none of them had felt quite like this, even disregarding the way she’d bound him to the bed. None of them had engaged his heart as much as they had his body.

Emotion flared in her eyes, her gaze connecting with his, and he could not help but wonder if she was feeling the same thing. The rightness. The feeling that this was how it was always supposed to be.

She settled against him, rocking herself on his groin, his cock fully embedded inside her. Heat spread through him, the slick walls of her body contracting around him, and he groaned as he shuddered through the wave of pleasure. After being tormented by her mouth, keeping control of himself was incredibly difficult. The urge to thrust, to move her atop him was running rampant through his body… yet there was only so much he could do.

Catherine sighed happily as she began to rise… then fall… hands on his chest, her breasts swayed beneath her as she moved, riding him. Using him for her pleasure. Because it was certainly not for his.

Though he felt a great deal of pleasure, her slow ride, grinding down atop him every time she seated herself, was just another round of erotic torment for him. He needed more. Harder. Faster.

But all he could do was grit his teeth and let her use him as she willed, doing his best to hold back the need growing inside him.

Catherine

She’d thought that binding his hands would help withthe aching intimacy of their connection, but it did not. Samuel might not be able to touch her, but his gaze caressed her every curve, his body intimately joined with hers in a manner that felt more than physical.

Perhaps because it had been so long since she’d had a lover. That must be why it felt so exquisitely and unexpectedly poignant.

His gaze caught hers as she lowered herself onto him, his lips parting as she rocked atop him, rubbing her clit on the hardness of his groin. Pleasure sparked through her, hot need searing her senses, yet she lingered… teased… because she was not ready for this moment to be over yet.

She was not sure what would be on the other side of it.

“Catherine…” Samuel’s voice was hoarse, husky, as he said her name again.

God, she loved to hear him say her name like that.

“More, please.”

She loved hearing him beg, too. Loved knowing she had done that to him. Because Samuel was not a man who begged. Even when he’d wanted her to run away with him, when he’d been trying to convince her to defy her parents and go to Gretna Green, he had not begged.

Asked. Cajoled. Argued.

But not begged.

Not until now.

Her own need was swelling, and she could not deny him, not when he pleaded so beautifully. So needily.

Rising up, she sank down again, moving faster now, riding him harder as her ecstasy mounted. Her own moans joined his, filling the air as they began to race toward the finish, her body tingling all over as her climax neared.

“Please… Catherine… I cannot…” He thrust upward into her, and she knew he was close to his own climax.

“A little longer, Samuel… a little more…” she murmured, shuddering as her body clamped down around him. Her clit pressed against his groin, and she leaned forward, her nipples brushing against the wiry hair on his chest, the sensation tingling through her adding to the ecstasy. She rocked, igniting all her senses and pushing her up to the very edge of the precipice.

“Come for me, Samuel. Come for me now.”

He cried out, a wild, hedonistic cry, as he finally let loose his pent-up desires. Catherine felt him surge beneath her, thrusting up hard, filling her so deeply, and it was her turn to cry out. She rubbed herself against him, feeling him swell and pulse inside her as he reached his release, calling her name over and over as he poured himself into her.

Hot bliss wrapped around her, spread through her, wreaking havoc on her senses until she finally slumped over Samuel, collapsing on top of him, utterly spent.

They breathed together, his rapid heartbeat pattering in her ear. Closing her eyes, Catherine breathed in the scent of him, unwilling to move, because that would mean disengaging. She could feel him shrinking inside her, but she did not want their connection to end a moment before it had to.

“My lady,” he murmured, and she felt the words vibrate through his chest against her cheek. “I would like to hold you.”

She felt the movement as he tugged gently on the bonds around his wrist.

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