Page 53 of The Rebellious Countess
“Take hold of the hook above your head and don’t let go. If you do, I will stop.”
She panted in frustration, searched for the hook, and latched on, before demanding what she needed now more than ever. “Make me come.”
Elias chuckled. “In due time, Wife.”
Wife. She was his wife. Never had she heard a more beautiful word uttered by a man. He may be playing a role as her husband, but he could not deny that she was his wife. Not this night. She would be his, and he would be hers for the eternity of one night.
Elias nipped and licked, explored and conquered every inch of her body as he pulled off his trousers and went down on his knees in front of her. He breathed in her scent, his eyes falling closed for the briefest of moments. “There is nothing more eroticthan the essence of you,” he whispered before his tongue travel the distance from her opening to her clit and back.
Máira gasped. She may have read about this, dreamed about Elias kissing her there, but never had she imagined it would feel so wicked. Her back bowed, her breath hitched, and she became lost in the sensation of Elias worshiping her body with his own. The warmth of his breath, and pressure of his tongue as he licked and flicked and savored every inch of her. His thumb pressed against her clit, and her breath hitched once more in what sounded like a sob but was more shock than anything. He was there, his tongue piercing through her womanhood, stroking and fucking her the same way he had with his fingers. None of the books mentioned a man’s tongue penetrating a woman—there.
Elias looked up at her, and never had she seen a more erotic image than this bulk of a man on his knees before her, pleasuring her, his own body rigid with need, while his eyes mirrored her rapture. The sounds escaping her lips, his groans vibrating through her core, all became lost to their shared ecstasy as her body tightened and she fell over a cliff of bliss, shattering into an explosion of paradise reached.
Her knees buckled, but he caught her. His arms under her buttocks, her core to his navel as he carried her over to the ladder as if he were going to throw her over his shoulder and ascend to the loft. “Elias,” she panted. “I need you now. I need your cock the way you gave me your tongue.”
A grin spread across his face. Sultry. Masculine. Arrogant. Everything she loved and needed from this man. His lips crushed hers. The scent and taste of her pleasure was more of an aphrodisiac than she could have imagined as he leaned her back against the ladder, then made sure her left foot was stable on the rung, but her right leg stayed wrapped over his forearm, opening her sex to him completely. Elias pulled away from her lips, hiseyes traveling down the length of her body as if he were seeing her for the first time. The raw carnality of his gaze nearly made her come once more.
“Make me yours, Elias. Here. Now.”
It was shameless and immoral, wicked to her very core, and she loved it more than she could say. Elias guided his cock to her entrance where he rubbed her wetness. She moaned as velvet hard tip of him separated her folds, teased her clit, and drove her mad with want. Her chest heaved, as they became transfixed by the way their bodies reacted to the other. Like a couple on the dance floor, moving and shifting, twitching and gliding, mirror images that looked nothing alike, but complimented the other in perfect harmony. As one they came together in a sensual meeting she never dreamed to experience. His thick, gorgeous length breaking through her barrier and filling her beyond. She gasped, her eyes widening, her legs quivering.
His jawed tightened as if he were in pain as well, and he froze. “Are you alright,ma chérie?”
“I think so,” she whispered, because she wasn’t quite certain.
“I can stop?—”
She grabbed hold of both of his forearms before he could pull out of her body. “Don’t you dare.”
“Máira—”
“I want this. I want you. Every bit of you, Elias. Make me yours.”
“I will make it quick.”
“Don’t rob me of the experience.”
“But you’re in pain.”
“Pain, that won’t last. Iseabail assured me the pain is but momentary.”
“Are you certain?”
She touched his cheek, loving the look of concern on his face, and his desire to stop for her comfort, not his. “I have never been more certain than now.”
Elias pushed forward, slowly, inch by inch. Filling her, stretching her, hitting every nerve she never knew existed, until he was completely seated and sweat broke out on his forehead. He moaned and something changed. It was as if his pleasure, brought her pleasure. The pain ebbed, and in its wake something wondrously tender.
“Are you alright?” he gritted out, his eyes closed, his restraint evident in the clipped tone of his words. She would have laughed if he wasn’t so magnificent.
“I am more than alright,” she breathed, and flexed her sheath around him.
His eyes flew open, searching her face for the pain that had abandoned her.
“Move, Husband.” Her command brought a litany of curses to his lips before he crushed hers in a kiss she would remember for the rest of her life as he pulled his cock out slowly and entered her again. She whimpered against his mouth, savoring every moment, yet needing more. Wrapping her hands around his backside, she dug her nails into the firm flesh of his arse, loving the give and flex as she pushed and pulled on his body.
A guttural growl rose from his chest and he needed no more encouragement. He pumped in and out of her body, his speed and force demanding she release his buttocks with one hand and grab hold of the ladder rung. It was erotic and magical. His cock making her wonder where she began and he ended, yet it was him filling her completely. Stroking and grinding, he pushed her beyond pleasure to a point where darkness threatened. Her chest stopped rising. A scream perched on the edge of her release as tingling heat filled her feet, her calves, her thighs, and then she was there, screaming into the ecstasy of his kiss. Herquim gripping and pulsing around his cock, the friction of it all sending stars into her eyes.
Elias immediately followed her. His body bucking at a fierce, punishing pace. It was anything but torturous. He dragged out her pleasure, creating waves upon waves of ecstasy as the rasp of his roar sent shivers through her core, and he fell sated against her. His chest heaving, her name falling from his lips, “Máira.”
