Page 90 of A Lady's Lesson in Scandal
She pulled back, and her gaze unravelled him. ‘I want more. I need it.’ She stroked her thumb over his lip. ‘I don’t want to think about any of it. I just want to forget everything except this.’
Drake’s body tightened like a cello string being tuned. He rolled her on her back, grabbed both of her wrists, and pinned them over her head. Her breasts thrust out, strawberry nipples budded and crying for attention. Drake sucked one into hismouth, scraping his teeth over the puckered skin until Millie writhed beneath him.
He understood her need. To forget everything in the raw, visceral act of fucking. But he didn’t want to fuck her. He wanted to comfort her. Love her. Reassure her that she was whole, and healthy, and capable of creating something beautiful even after experiencing such horror.
Willing his cock to contain itself, he slowed his movements. Stroking down her body, his hands delighted in every soft curve, every strong line, each bump of her ribs, the texture of hair covering her mons, the slick heat as he dipped a finger into her core and circled the bud of flesh holding her pleasure.
‘Beau,’ she moaned.
Instead of plunging another finger into her depths, he pulled back, kissing her with complete focus. He nibbled her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Balancing the tightrope of pleasure and pain, he bit down then peppered soft kisses over her cheeks, along her jaw, nuzzling her neck, biting the fragrant skin, and sucking. He could drown in Millie. Spin this moment into eternity. Stay lost in her until they both ceased to exist.
Millie needed more. She wanted the wild abandon, the desperate plunge into madness, the all-consuming blaze of need. He was dismantling her with excruciating care, but she didn’t want to be treated like a delicate thing which might shatter. Because she was so close to doing just that.
‘Harder,’ she commanded, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him tight to her and rubbing against his arousal with blatant demand. She needed to be torn apart by their passion so she could emerge a new creature.
‘You want this rough?’ His brows drew down, his icy gaze searing her with intense focus.
‘I don’t want you to hold back. Give me all of you. Everything.’ The ache of grief, relief, joy, and despair coalesced into a wave of emotion, washing away any reservations. She only wanted him. Her mind to be consumed with their moments together. Her whole self to be saturated with what they created. No room left for thought or memory or regret.
Knocking her thighs wider apart with his own, he made space for his body and plunged. He gripped her wrists again, pulling her arms over her head. She was pinned beneath him with no ability to give. Only receive what he poured into her.
He feasted on her breasts, biting, nipping, sucking, while he thrust again with his pelvis. Filling her to the point of burning pleasure, Drake gave no quarter. Slamming harder, the slap of his skin against hers created an erotic rhythm. He bit hard on her nipple. Millie cried out, lost to sensation and needing to fly higher. She twisted her hips until he hit her. Just there. A bright burst of incandescent joy filled her body.
‘Again!’ she cried out, greedy in her quest for absolution.
He let go of her wrists, grabbing her hips and pulling her pelvis higher as he plunged deeper. Faster. Over and over until she was nothing but sensation, spilling over the edges of reality, spinning into the ether, a cataclysmic shower of sparks.
Dawn fought with the lingering darkness as the room shifted from shadows to light. Drake buried his nose in Millie’s wild tangle of curls and breathed deeply. He sought courage in her familiar scent.
‘Millie, are you awake?’
She stretched against him, her back pressing into his chest, her luscious bottom rubbing against his suddenly interested cock.
But this wasn’t the time for seduction. This was the time for honesty. For total truth. Fear tasted metallic on his tongue.
‘I’m not sure,’ she murmured, then laughed. She turned her head and pulled him close, kissing him, her tongue testing the seam of his mouth.
It would be so easy to slip back into her body. Forget the words he needed to say, stay in this moment, and push reality into the far distance.
But it would come back. It always did. And the longer he postponed, the harder this would become.
‘I need to speak with you.’ Drake did what he most loathed to do. He pulled away from Millie. Getting out of bed, he found his trousers and her chemise.
She sat up, eyes widening in alarm. When he handed her the delicate cotton, her hand shook. ‘What’s happening? What do you need to say that requires us to dress?’
Quickly shoving his legs into his pants, he pulled them up and buttoned the waist before climbing back onto the bed. Sitting at the foot, he faced Millie.
She struggled to pull the chemise over her head, tugging her hair from the loose neck in an effortlessly arousing movement and letting it fall around her shoulders.
Drake wanted to imprint this moment into his memory forever. Millie’s mouth swollen from his kisses. Her hair a wild and fiery halo from their lovemaking. Her eyes still heavy-lidded, even though now they also filled with alarm. This was their beginning. Or their end. Either way, it would define the rest of his days.
‘Beau, please say something. You’re scaring me.’
He wanted to touch her. Reassure her with his body. But he knew his control was far too tenuous.
‘I’m releasing you from our engagement.’
Millie leaned back against the headrest, her mouth hardening. ‘What? Why? Is this because of what happened last night?’
