Page 65 of A Cinderella to Redeem the Earl
She felt feminine and soft and yet strong enough to conquer the world, since he was her world.
Her insides tightened and pulsed with excitement. And the deepest desire she had ever known overwhelmed her.
When he set her on her feet, her knees buckled and he held her while she gathered herself together.
‘Turn around, my sweet,’ he said. She leaned on the bed while he undid the laces of her gown, then stepped out of it when it fell to the floor. Such a practical garment, not a flounce or a ribbon to be seen. And her chemise was plain cotton, not lace, but he seemed not to notice when he divested her of her stays and spun her back around.
He cupped her face in his hands. ‘You are so lovely.’
She relaxed. ‘You also.’
‘Lovely?’ He laughed. ‘I do not think so.’ He toed off his shoes.
‘I will judge.’ She helped him pull his shirt over his head. His shoulders were broad, his chest wide, and she ran the tips of her fingers through the triangle of dark curls before kneeling to peel off his stockings.
His fingers busied themselves in her hair, pulling pins until her hair fell down around her shoulders. He brought her to her feet and lifted her on to the bed.
He stroked her hair, spreading it out on the pillow. ‘How soft,’ he said, his eyes full of appreciation.
He climbed up on the bed alongside her.
He stroked her cheek and kissed her lips, tenderly at first, but when she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back, hard and furiously, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling his hardness against her thigh, he moved over her, parting her thighs and stroking her mons and the little tiny nub within its folds.
Pure bliss. Darkness and waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.
Damian watchedle petit mortovertake her with a sense of astonished wonder. He had not realised she was so close to the edge.
Carefully he eased his shaft inside her, riding the last waves of her orgasm as her tight passage spasmed around his engorged flesh.
He had never been with a woman so incredibly quickly aroused. Even as her orgasm began to wane, he moved slowly inside her, taking one tight nipple between his lips and suckling gently.
A sound of appreciation came from low in her throat and her hips moved in counter-change to his movements, grinding her sweet soft flesh against the hard bone of his pelvis.
He played with her other nipple with the fingers of his other hand, alternating from one to the other, before moving to her throat, kissing and licking and nipping until he sensed her passion rise again.
He rose up on his hands to look down into her face, her lips full from his kisses, her eyes heavy lidded and soft.
Her hands came up to roam across his chest in small circles, her fingers gently tweaking his nipples every now and then.
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself up to kiss his lips.
As she fell back, he followed her down, delving into her delicious mouth with his tongue, pressing her slender lithe body into the mattress with his weight.
Her legs came up around his waist, opening her hot slick passage to better accommodate his hard shaft, and his mind went blank, aware only of pleasure and the pain of waiting for her to be ready again. It was the purest, most delicious torture.
And then he felt her tighten around him. She made a sound of encouragement and he thrust harder and faster and finally she let go and fell apart.
Pleasured nigh unto death, he followed her into the abyss.
At some point during the night, Pamela had snuggled into Damian’s arms. Awaking with the sensation of someone spooned within the curve of his body, one small pert breast filling his palm, the soft fullness of her bum against his groin, was delightfully surprising.
They fit together as if they were made for each other. Only the sound of her gentle breathing disturbed the quiet.
Damian rarely slept beside his bedmates. As a youth, his amorous adventures had been quick stolen moments with ladies of the opera while avoiding the attentions of the local gendarmerie.
More recently, he had enjoyed the company of a couple of wealthy widows who’d been only too pleased to embrace his fleeting attentions while maintaining their independence.
He had avoided any and all lures thrown out by matchmaking mamas who had seen him as fresh meat on the marriage mart upon his arrival in town.
