Page 59 of Desire and Discipline
“Oh, yes.” He sighed happily, shifting slightly so she could tip back her head to meet his gaze. “And for you?”
“Yes. Although I am not entirely sure what I expected, it was quite enjoyable.” She studied his expression. “What did it feel like?”
One eyebrow went up.
“Why, are you curious?” The interest on his side was clear.
Diana shrugged her shoulder, considering the question. Seeing his reactions had certainly made her wonder what it would be like, but she was unsure if she wanted to actually follow through. Still, she was undeniably intrigued.
“Perhaps. Though, not tonight,” she teased.
“Hmm… are you sure?” A wicked grin grew on his face, and he shifted slightly, turning so he could lower his lips to hers for a kiss. “Could I attempt to change your mind?”
Diana laughed, even as his hand roamed over her body, caressing her breast and tweaking her nipple to hardness again. Her arousal hummed back to life as he touched her. She could not deny that her body still felt as though there was satisfaction to be had.
Letting him push her onto her back, she moaned as he moved his hands and mouth over her body, arousing her desires all over again before he finally lowered his mouth between her legs. His tongue flicked over her folds, teasing her as she began to gasp and writhe, reaching down to twine her fingers through his hair as her pleasure grew.
She was extra sensitive now, especially the places where the harness had rubbed, and Oliver used that to his advantage. Licking, suckling, he had her moaning and writhing for him, her pleasure growing and growing… Before she reached her peak, his mouth moved back up her body.
Impatient, she reached down to grasp him by the shoulders, pulling him atop her, so she could kiss him as his cock slid inside her. He moaned against her lips as they joined together. Diana moaned with him when he pushed in to the hilt, his body rubbing against hers, trapping her swollen clit between them.
It was better, this being their second time. There was no frenzy, no driving urgency, as Oliver made love to her, worshiping her body with his. Slow, dragging strokes that ended with him grinding against her, stimulating her. They kissed, long lingering kisses that enhanced the intimate moment between them.
Eventually, their passions grew too large to be ignored, and the pace of his strokes increased. Diana tilted her hips, lifting her lower body up to meet him, both of them moving together to the finish.
This time, she reached it first, crying out as her sensitive flesh hummed with sensation. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, heels into the backs of his thighs as she writhed in passionate bliss. Feeling her coming apart beneath him, he buried himself inside her, groaning as she shuddered and writhed against his body, bringing him to his own climax.
They panted together, joined so closely, she could scarcely tell where she left off and he began.
This time, when he rolled, it was to set her atop him, so they could lay still entwined, savoring each other’s presence.
“Wife,” he murmured, stroking a gentle finger down her back.
Diana smiled against his chest. She had not dreamed she could ever be this happy, but here she was, with everything she’d ever wanted. It was like a fairy tale come true… if fairy tales ever involved such extravagant perversions.
“Husband,” she replied, relishing his title as much as she did her own.
“I love you.”
“And I you.”
There were no other words needed, only the sweetness of his touch as he kissed her again. She met his kiss with her own. Her first lover. Her last lover.
Her bliss.
Epilogue
Samuel
The Society of Sin.
A fascinating but fitting name for the company he now found himself in. He’d gained entrance by way of introduction to its leader, the Marquess of Hartford—more commonly known to thetonas “Rex.” He was certainly the king of this society, where he reigned supreme with his marchioness, the woman who had tamed the lion, by his side.
Though Rex might be less wild after marriage than his former reputation indicated, the whole of the Society of Sin certainly was not.
Lady Greywood’s home was the current locale for the evening, and it was filled to the brim with debauchery and depravity. Everywhere Samuel looked, there were people enjoying themselves and each other in a multitude of ways.
He was no prude, but he’d never seen anything like this before.
