Page 59 of Sinfully Wed
Jordan’s eyes grew shadowed, and he leaned forward, brushing his mouth over hers. She could sense his indecision at her offer. Would he reject her?
“Consider it a complete acceptance of your apology, if you must, my lord,” she whispered against his lips.
He straightened, lifting an arm to rap at the roof once more. “Around the park again,” he said loudly. Cupping her face between his big hands, Jordan slanted his mouth fiercely over hers. There was no other word for the near angry claiming of her lips, demanding she give herself over to him. The only regret, and it was minor, was that Jordan wasn’t naked. She longed to see all the carved muscle hinted at beneath his clothes.
Jordan, unclothed, would be spectacular.
“This is insanity, Odessa.” His lips left hers, trailing along the side of her jaw to nuzzle at the length of her neck. Teeth grazed and nipped at her skin. One of his hands jerked at the buttons of his trousers. Pulling her roughly into his lap, he pushed aside her skirts once more.
A blissful sigh followed the dip of his fingers inside her. “You weren’t ready for Madame Tussauds.” Her heart beat wildly in her chest, moaning softly as he positioned their bodies. His fingers fell away as he lifted her up. Heat pressed against her entrance before he carefully inched inside her.
Odessa’s head fell to his shoulder as her body struggled to accommodate his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the ends.
Jordan rotated his hips while one hand moved along her slit, forcing her pleasure to build once more. He pinched that small, sensitive bit of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, holding her in place, refusing to allow her to go further.
“Please, Jordan.” Odessa’s voice broke. “Please.”
Aunt Lottie claimed there was plenty of enjoyment to be found when being bedded, if the gentleman knew what he was doing. Which Jordan most certainlydid.
“Slowly, Odessa.” He caressed the tiny nub before pinching gently once more. The painful stretch of her body mixed with the building pleasure he deliberately kept at bay. He stopped abruptly, pressing against the thin barrier inside her. His fingers rotated slowly over her as he finally allowed the first ripple of bliss to flow over her skin.
Grabbing her by the hips, Jordan pushed her down, thrusting upwards at the same time, tearing through Odessa’s virginity to fully seat himself inside her. A startled whimper left her, though the pinch of pain was barely noticeable, hidden beneath the delicious pleasure erupting across her limbs. He stayed perfectly still, holding Odessa to his chest, as her release fell away until only the sensation of stretching, of fullness, remained.
Odessa opened her eyes; concern for her showed in every line of his face.
“Are you well, Odessa?” His palm flattened against her back, making a soothing motion along her spine. “I’m sorry. I tried to make it less painful.”
“That is—so much larger than your fingers.” She could make out the chafe of dark hair along his chin, saw the emerald lurking in the depths of his eyes. There was a tiny scar just above his lip.
A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “So I’ve been told.”
“No worse than pricking my finger on a needle,” she assured him. The loss of her maidenhead seemed minor in comparison to having Jordan inside her. Odessa’s muscles fluttered, clamping down on his body.
Jordan groaned. Cursed. Kissed her hard. “Now you’ve done it, Odessa.” He rocked his hips, thrusting inside her again. “Now we are both lost,” he whispered before his mouth caught hers.
“Jordan.” Odessa bit into the side of his neck, just above the line of his collar. “Harder,” she whispered into the curve of his ear. “I won’t break. I promise.”
Jordan’s movements became rougher. One hand grabbed her thigh. His breathing strained. A rumble came from his chest as he took her in hard, furious strokes.
Odessa wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself as the carriage rocked. The heat of his mouth, the intimate press of their bodies, sealed them together in this small space. Her release rolled softly about her midsection with Jordan buried inside her. She kept their mouths fused together, swallowing his cry of pleasure as a rush of warmth spilled between them.
Afterwards, with Odessa’s body still throbbing from the ministrations of his, Jordan ordered the driver in a hoarse tone to make yet another circle of the park. He stayed buried, nose in the nape of her neck, making outrageous comments that she smelled of turnips and cabbage, while the carriage swayed along the path. But he did not let her go.
When at last he released her, reluctantly, Odessa thought, Jordan did so with great care. He asked her once more if she was hurt.
“No,” she answered truthfully. “I feel wonderful.” Better than she ever had her entire life. Whole. Complete. Odessa’s heart thumped loudly, her fingers still curled in his coat.
Brandishing a handkerchief, Jordan cleaned them both. After straightening her clothing and his own, he pulled Odessa against his side, brushing his lips over her temple. He seemed pensive. Thoughtful.
“I suppose you think I’m overly bold, demanding you take my virtue in a carriage,” she whispered.
“An odd request from a young lady to be sure.” He pulled her against the warmth of his body. “But one I was happy to fulfill. Tell me your horrid fairytale. The one of the baker who put his wife in a pie.”
Odessa breathed in his clean, warm scent, pressing her nose to his chest. She recited the tale, making it much less gruesome than usual. She didn’t want to scare Jordan away.
Not anymore.
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