Page 119 of Rules for a Bastard Lord
She looked at him, seeing his gaze riveted to her body. Then he reached between her legs and began to stroke her. Her legs tightened, but they didn’t close. They couldn’t. And still he watched her while she kneaded her own breasts, and he thrust his fingers into her and rolled his thumb over that higher spot.
She moaned. She couldn’t help it. Her breath was coming in short pants now, and the feel of him pushing between her folds was both wonderful and not enough.
“Bram,” she moaned.
“Come for me. Right now.”
His fingers were so clever as he pushed on a place deep inside.
Right.
There.
Yes!
Her back arched as her body shuddered in ecstasy. She would have fallen, but he caught her. Even with one hand still inside her, he managed to wrap the other around her waist and draw her close. She fell forward, shuddering in pleasure.
He pressed kisses to her skin. Tiny presses of his lips to her shoulder, her neck, the line of her jaw. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “My Bluebell.”
Yes. Yours.
It took a while for her breath to recover. It took even longer for the strength to come back to her legs. He held her the whole time, his grip sure, his mouth pressing those tiny kisses to her body.
But eventually, she straightened. In time she pulled back and looked at his cock. It was wet on the tip, the color a dark red in the candlelight.
“You will teach me now?” she asked.
“If you want.”
She did.
And he did.
And when his cock was wet from her kiss and his breath was ragged, he abruptly flipped her onto her back. He put her legs on his shoulders and plowed into her. Over and over until she came for him again.
He shuddered his release into her.
Such bliss.
Her legs flopped down while he recovered his breath. And then he pressed tender kisses into her belly, her breasts, and finally her lips.
She knew what he was doing, but she had no strength to fight him. And no idea what she would say anyway to keep him by her side.
So she lay silent as he rolled off the bed and dressed. Then he blew out her candle and climbed silently out her window.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bastards don’t stay in one place for long. Use them while they are handy because you can never make onestay.
“Iheard astory about you today.” Maybelle’s words came out breathless as Bram was kissing down her belly.
Another week of her Season gone. He didn’t come to her every night, but most nights. And when he wasn’t here, she missed him terribly. Her body ached for him at night, and by day she stored up things to say to him. Secrets, funny observations, anything she thought he might like to hear.
Tonight she had two days of events to discuss, but this was the most important.
“Mmmm?” he said as he gently spread her knees. She wanted to resist. She wanted to talk, and yet this was also so very good.
He licked her core.
