Page 70 of My Darling Rogue
“Will you be mine at last, Celia Rosenthorne?”
The question was unexpected.
Celia’s heart twisted with that surprising pang of tenderness. Once again, Gabriel was on the verge of madness, and yet he asked permission before claiming what was his.
How could she deny him what they both wanted? Even if she was terrified by the thought of how it would surely hurt, there was no question of surrender.
When she slowly nodded, an expression of savage gratitude flashed across her husband’s face. Her head dropped, waiting for him to begin.
With one arm still wrapped around her waist, he used his free hand to gather her hair. The unruly mass of ebony waves was quickly wrapped twice around his fist. A rope he would use as a means of control.
He tugged until Celia had no choice but to meet his gaze in the mirror.
“You will watch me as I fuck you, sweet wife. You will not look away as I make you mine. And do not bow your head to me. I may occasionally place you on your knees, but you are a goddamn marchioness and you bow to no one. Including me.”
CHAPTER29
Celia’s eyes blazed as she returned his stare. Gabriel was positive he’d never seen a more glorious sight than the mirror’s reflection. His wife was surely what God intended as perfection when he created women. Her breasts, high and firm, were just the right size for his hands to cup, her nipples a shade reminiscent of dusky pink roses. Their coloring was an entrancing contrast to the startling warm ivory hue of her skin. His arm, where it wrapped about her waist, was so much darker than her tender flesh. To the point he could pose as a pirate, marauding and taking what he willed from a captive maiden.
Keeping Celia’s head tilted back, Gabriel moved his arm from her waist. The sweet flare of her hip called for his hand; he gripped the flesh there in a subtle warning that she maintain her position. Ass out toward him, hands bracing her upper body on the dressing table, and her back arched until her breasts jutted out as if she wanted her nipples to kiss the cold surface of the mirror.
“Yes, Celia. Just like that. Stay. Stay like that as I slide inside of you. This time, I want to see your face when you come. I want to see you explode for me.” As he spoke, Gabriel maneuvered into position, sliding up behind her until his cock hungrily thrust in the direction of her core. Celia let out a soft moan when she felt him there, so huge, so hot and hard. So ready. He was going crazy with anticipation, but something kept him from surging forward in a greedy rush.
His cock nudged her opening, and he nearly combusted when he felt the soft, silky wetness of her earlier orgasm. Easing his way until only the flared head of his sex was inside her, he kept a tight grip on her hair, keeping her head tilted back so he could watch her face.
He wanted to see her eyes as he claimed her. See everything she was experiencing. See just what he did to her and what she did to him in return. He wanted to go slow.
But she was making that incredibly hard. She was so goddamn tight. So lush and wet. An inferno of lust and desire. She was everything goddesses were made of, and he was merely a man. A man unable to contain his need for her.
With a groan, Gabriel thrust further inside her, watching as Celia’s eyes widened with shock and pleasure. He wasn’t even in halfway, and already her inner walls were clenching around his girth as if in protest of his size. Yes, he was large, but it wasn’t as though she were a virgin and incapable of taking all of him.
Do not think of the men she’s been with.
“Fuck, you are so tight, pet. I feel you squeezing my cock with every breath you take. I feel your heat burning me. Your deliciously wet quim sucking me in deeper,” he whispered, leaning forward and nipping at her neck. “And I already know just how splendid you taste. I’m still licking you off my lips. Savoring you and making plans to take even more.”
Her shocked gasp spurred Gabriel on. Especially because he detected both a tiny hint of fear and helpless need in the sounds she made.
“Open up and let me in all the way, Celia. Open for me. Open, for God’s sake, before I go insane… before I hurt you.” Gabriel’s hips snapped forward, burying himself a bit farther.
Celia cried out in a low, desperate plea.
“Does that mean you want more, sugarplum?” His gaze bored into hers in the mirror’s reflection. “Or do you want me to stop? If it’s mercy you want, then say so now while I have the willpower to stop.”
Celia was so damned gorgeous. She might have been an untamed lioness, her pupils so dark they swallowed up the irises of her eyes. An expression suspiciously similar to pain flashed in those shadowy depths and Gabriel hesitated.
Perhaps he was hurting her. Perhaps he’d hurt her before during that spanking, and stubborn girl that she was, she kept it from him.
Fuck. This was a horrible idea. Why did I think she was ready for this? For me? And how could I have ever thought she wanted me as badly as I want her? I’m still a bastard when it comes straight down to it. A bastard with no right to touch her.
But before he could withdraw, Celia reached up with one hand, burying her fingers in the shaggy waves of his hair. Curving her arm around the back of his neck, she kept him from moving away.
“Don’t stop, Gabriel. I want this. I wantyou.No matter what came before us, I want you.” Her whisper was fierce, daring him to take her. “You can wipe away everything, can’t you? I want you to. I want you to erase all that came before...”
Gabriel sucked in a breath. The thought of fucking the memory of the men before him out of her memories had his cock swelling to impossible proportions.
Thank God. She won’t stop me from doing anything I want with her.
“Yes, pet. I will,” he crooned, pulling her hand from his hair and moving it so it was braced once more on the dressing table. “And you will keep your pretty back arched for me.” When she did not move fast enough to suit him, he slapped one cheek of her bottom with a cupped palm. She became even wetter around the tip of his cock, and it made him smile. “I expect immediate obedience, Marchioness, and once I receive it, you will be rewarded again.”
