Page 55 of Cora
He really was a ruthless, relentless bastard. Especially when he worked two fingers inside her and thrust, crooking his fingers to hit a spot right that feltso good…
Cora came, tight and tense, a shallow release that had her clenching around him. The second it ebbed, she wanted more. She wanted him to ravish her.
Gideon’s eyes promised everything she’d never known to dream of as he inched up her body, kissing the soft mound of her stomach, dipping his tongue into the divot of her navel. She squirmed and sighed. Pleasure coiled within her again, promising a more powerful release.
He stopped to feast on her breasts. Cora crossed her arms and sat up enough to tug the bunched fabric over her head. Before the bundle had hit the floor he was on her, sucking one nipple deep into her mouth and teasing the other with his thumb. He pinched hard. She arched into him. His hair slipped through her fingers and she gave it a tug hard enough to make him grunt. Crisp hairs slid along her legs. She loved the way his weight pressed her into the bedclothes.
With a surge of motion, he released her breasts and covered her completely. Cora’s heart thumped wildly as she took in the expanse of skin on hers. Ran her hands up the muscular planes of his back, and, daringly, trailed her fingertips over his trousers.
“Off,” she commanded.
“As my lady wishes.” When he rolled away, Cora felt exposed. She clutched the sheet to her chest. Seeing her, Gideon glared. “Never be shy with me. I want to bask in your glory.”
He kicked his trousers away and took her hands, opening her arms wide. The sheet dropped. So did her jaw.
Oh my.
She’d felt him on previous occasions. Seeing his length and girth bobbing between his thick thighs was shocking. Neither of the men she had been with had been as well-endowed as her husband.
When she dragged her gaze upward, confidence had tucked the corner of his mouth up in a half-grin.
“Touch me,” he said, his ragged voice betraying him.
She brought one hand to his rampant erection and stroked. Thick veins ran up the underside. She traced them with her thumb. He exhaled.
“You’re…” She searched for the right word. “Very impressive.”
His low chuckle rumbled through her. She gripped him more firmly and stroked.
“You know exactly what to say to inflate a man’s self-regard.”
Gingerly, Cora licked the smooth round head. He tasted of the sea. A fascinating drop of moisture welled from the slit in the center. She licked that too, taking extra time to swirl her tongue over the sensitive spot when he groaned. His strong legs were cradled between her soft ones, bent at the knee and hanging off the bed.
Experimentally, she brought him deeper into the cavern of her mouth. He clutched her hair. His groan reverberated inside her body, sending shivery excitement racing through her.
“You feel so good, Cora. Every time I look at your lips, I have dreamed of them wrapped around my cock this way.”
Really?She couldn’t speak with him in her mouth. She pulled back a little reluctantly and said, “Is that what you’re thinking of when you stare at me?”
“Constantly,” he gritted out. He leaned forward, rolled her to her back and covered her again. She hadn’t realized how starved for physical connection she was until this moment. How had she lived without this for twenty-nine years?
He settled himself between her thighs. It felt so right. His rigid flesh was trapped between their bodies, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move things along. He kissed her leisurely, until Cora thought she might die of longing.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you need, songbird.”
She hesitated. Did she dare ask for what she’d seen at the House of Virtue?
But if she couldn’t ask for what she wanted between them now, when else would she?
“Gideon. I want you to blindfold me. I want you to bind my wrists. And then I want you to do anything you wish to my body.”
He went completely still, and for a terrifying moment she was afraid she’d shocked him into revulsion.
“My little songbird is daringly adventurous. I never expected that.”
He used her silk belt from her robe to secure her hands behind her waist and applied a folded handkerchief to her eyes. Her excitement grew in direct proportion to her inability to move or see. Her sense of hearing heightened. She became aware of the scent of his skin, of the lavender embedded in the sheets, even the less-arousing tinge of Titania’s ever-present scent.
