Page 114 of Midnight Conquest

She ignored him, lost in the sweet torment of his touch.

Abruptly, he withdrew his hand, and she gasped in protest, a needy sound that escaped her lips unbidden.

“Do ye want me tae continue?” he asked, his voice teasing yet thick with desire.

She nodded quickly, her pulse racing anew, this time from anticipation rather than fear.

“Then grab the lattice,” he repeated, more coaxing than commanding.

Her jaw clenched in frustration, but she obeyed, curling her fingers around the iron. The chill of the metal against her palms heightened the contrast of his heat against her body.

The soft, sweet sensation of his fingertips returned, stroking her until she was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. His touch sent ripples of pleasure radiating through her, as though he wove a spell.

“This is yer choice, Blossom,” he whispered, his erection pressing firmly against her thigh, hot and heavy. His words stroked her mind as surely as his fingers caressed her quim. “Ye can walk away from this bed and take off that blindfold anytime ye want tae.”

Yet even as he spoke, a deeper part of her knew—she had no desire to leave.

He bent forward and his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “’Tis what our weddin’ vows meant when ye said ye’d submit and obey. Though other men may have taken advantage of ye, Blossom, and used those words tae hurt ye, I’ll only use them tae make ye mine—and make ye cry out my name so everyone knows yer mine.”

Davina whimpered as he drove two fingers deep inside her. She gripped the lattice with all her might, her body arching as he thrust into her, stroking a spot that made her hips buck uncontrollably.

A wave of pleasure exploded from his touch, coursing through her in a rush that left her gasping. “Oh, God, Broderick!” she cried out, her voice breaking.

Davina’s body arched against his hand, her cries echoing in his ears as her climax ripped through her. Her slick, pulsing channel clenched tightly around his fingers, drawing him in deeper as he stroked that sensitive spot just inside her entrance. She shuddered violently, her hips bucking back against him, and still, he didn’t stop. Broderick watched her in awe, his free hand gripping her hip to steady her as she unraveled completely.

Her pleasure was a sight to behold, her breathless whimpers and trembling thighs making his chest swell with pride—and something far deeper he didn’t dare name. She was his. He’d made her cry out his name, as he’d promised, her body surrendering to his touch, and yet he still wanted to give her more.

When her trembling began to subside, he gripped the pale globes of her ass, spreading her wider. Before she could catch her breath, he bent forward, his mouth descending to the slick, intoxicating heat of her.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as his tongue parted her folds, spearing into her sopping cunny. He groaned against her, the taste of her driving him wild as he thrust his tongue in and out, curling it to stroke her sensitive walls. Her thighs quivered, her cries rising in pitch.

But even as he lost himself in the raw need of her, part of his mind reached for hers. She’d let him compel her earlier, easing away her fear—perhaps she would allow him deeper now. Carefully, he pushed at the edges of her thoughts, seeking the secrets she guarded so fiercely.

Only to find that same damnable wall. Smooth as marble, impenetrable as stone.

Broderick growled low in his throat, his frustration briefly flaring. Whatever lay beyond her defenses remained locked tight, untouchable. Yet he didn’t push harder. He wouldn’t—not now. He wanted her pleasure unclouded by anything but desire.

For now, he would take her body, savor her surrender. Her mind could wait.

“Broderick,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse and shaking. “Stop—please, I can’t—”

He reluctantly pulled back, licking his lips as he straightened. Her slickness soaked his chin, and the sight of her trembling, bent over for him, her knees pressed into the mattress, made his cock throb painfully. He seized his shaft in his fist, guiding the swollen head over her quim, sliding it up and down her wet slit.

“God’s blood, Blossom,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “Ye’re sofuckingwet.”

He coated himself in her juices, the smooth glide of her heat against him making his pulse pound. Slowly, with a firm thrust, he pushed inside her, his cockhead breaching her tight entrance. His head dropped back, a guttural moan escaping him as her channel clenched around him, hot and spasming.

She gasped, her fingers gripping the iron lattice of the headboard as he filled her, inch by inch.

“Christ,” he groaned, his hands squeezing her ass as he began to move. Her body welcomed him, gripping him so tightly it was almost too much. Every thrust sent shivers through his cock and down his legs.

He set a slow, languorous rhythm, savoring the way her cries mingled with his grunts and moans. His hips rolled forward with each thrust, his cock sliding deep, her cunny stroking him from tip to root. Davina matched his movements, using the iron lattice for leverage as she pushed back into him, taking him evendeeper. Her soft cries spurred him on, her pleasure feeding his own.

Broderick shifted, swinging one knee outside of hers, then the other, bringing her knees together between his. The change in pressure made her gasp, her channel squeezing him even tighter. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her, the slap of their bodies meeting filling the room.

Her cries grew louder, her moans rising in pitch as he quickened his pace. His breathing grew labored, his heart hammering in his chest as he chased the edge of his release.

Her scent. God above, it surrounded him, sweet and wild, driving him mad. Her walls flutter around him, the quivering anticipation of her impending climax teasing him mercilessly.

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