Page 110 of Rules for a Bastard Lord
Instead, he leaned over and kissed her knee, then the inside of her thigh. She didn’t understand what he planned as he moved higher on her thigh, biting lightly before soothing it with his tongue. Higher and higher he went, while she tried to shift beneath him.
He didn’t let her move. He adjusted her until he was lying between her thighs, his shoulders keeping her spread. Then he licked her.
She didn’t know it could happen like that. She didn’t know that the wet stroke of his tongue could feel so amazing. Especially as he pushed his fingers inside.
He stroked her deep while she clenched around his fingers. He licked her open, and he sucked that place. The part of her that made everything in her pull tight…
Tight…
Yes!
She burst apart.
The waves consumed her, and she reveled in them. She cherished every pulse and every fading moment of bliss while he watched her, his eyes luminous in the candlelight.
When she could, she touched his face. She stroked his cheek. And then she gripped his ear.
Hard.
“Ow!”
“All of you,” she repeated.
She tugged him up her body. He came slowly, kissing her belly and breasts while her muscles quivered beneath the attention. She fumbled one-handed to unbutton his clothing. And then he was free. She could touch him where he was thick and hot and proud. She could stroke the wet tip and hear his hiss as he thrust into her hand.
“Condom,” he gritted out, his breath hot against her neck.
“Show me,” she said as he pushed himself away. But lest he go too far, she still held him. She squeezed and played as she wanted. And she grinned when he groaned and thrust again into her hand.
“Coat pocket,” he rasped, but she didn’t let go.
He grabbed his clothes, his breath ragged as she continued to play. Tight squeeze one moment, then a long, languid stroke. A pinch at the top and then a hard pull down. She saw the sweaton his chest, and she used her other hand to stroke his chest. She stopped twice to tweak his nipples.
Then she watched with curiosity as he unfolded a piece of foolscap and pulled out a sheath.
“Teach me,” she said, and he did. He guided her hands as he drove into it.
It quickly warmed to his body, and then he was kissing her. Hard and deep, dominating her mouth as he pushed her onto her back. She went willingly, loving the urgency in his touch, the demand as he kneed her legs apart.
Then his cock pressed against her, a soft push that slid the tiniest bit inside.
“Bluebell,” he whispered, the sound tortured. She took his face in her hands and looked into his eyes.
One last attempt. One last opportunity for him to hear her.
“I love you, Bram. I am yours.”
“Mine…” There was awe in the word.
Then he thrust.
She gasped at the hard, thick intrusion. He was so big.
“Bluebell?” he asked, his tone worried.
“You are everywhere,” she said. He surrounded her, penetrated her, and held her. She touched his face, loving the fierce way he held himself still, the perspiration on his lip, the intensity in his gaze.
She lifted her knees and gripped him.
