Page 77 of Impassioned
He bent his head and kissed the flesh just above the edge of her bodice, cupping her breast through her ball gown and lifting, as if he could force her from the gown and expose her nipple to his greedy tongue.
She thrust her hand into his hair, her fingertips curling into his scalp. “I choose the first. Please.”
That was all the urging he needed. Pushing her back on the desk, gently, he settled her skirts around her waist, revealing her sweet sex and her honey curls beckoning him.
“I told you what I would do next time.” He spread her lips and licked her flesh, drawing a sharp cry. He looked up toward her face, but her head was cast back. He smiled. Then he noticed the bloody door was open.
Hurrying, he closed it firmly and threw the latch. “Privacy is important, lest we terrify the servants,” he murmured as he returned to his delicious task. “Open your legs, Sabrina, so I can taste you.”
She spread herself for him, one of her hands holding her skirts up out of his way. He stroked her slowly, teasing her clitoris and taunting her folds. Her breath came in pants as her hips arched to meet his touch. “Please, Constantine.”
“Please what?” He was being quite terrible, but he was rather enjoying this side of his wife. Hell, this side of himself. He didn’t even recognize the man standing between her legs and delivering torment upon her.
“Please, do what you started.”
“With my mouth?” He slipped his finger into her wet sheath and had to close his eyes as a wave of lust surged over him. “Tell me, Sabrina.”
“I want your mouth on me. Your tongue…inme. Please, Constantine.”
“How can I refuse?” He literally could not. His body demanded he taste her. He bent again and spread her wide for his tongue, licking up into her with a calculated thrust.
She gripped his head again, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rose up. Nonsense sounds filled the air around him as she whimpered and moaned. He buried himself in her, using his mouth and fingers to wreak a beautiful chaos upon her.
Her muscles clenched around him, signaling she was about to come. Sucking on her clitoris, he speared two fingers inside and pressed up, finding that spot that would send her into sweet oblivion.
A high-pitched keen erupted from her lips as her sheath squeezed tight around him. Her legs quivered with the force of her orgasm. He massaged her thigh and kissed her flesh, carrying her through the storm until her body began to settle.
She opened her eyes and regarded him with a hazy stare. “Constantine, that was magnificent.”
“Let me take you upstairs.” He started to lower her skirts, but she held them fast.
“Don’t you dare. I want you now. Inside me.” She sat up and reached for his fall.
“We have a perfectly good bed,” he reasoned. “Two, actually.”
“And we’ll use one—or both—later.” She released his buttons and slipped her hand into his smallclothes. Cradling his cock, she wrapped her fingers around him. All argument left him.
“Come to the edge.” He pulled her toward him. “Take me inside you.”
Their eyes met, her blue gaze brimming with determination and erotic promise. She guided him to her sex, and he thrust into her. Her lids shuttered, and her lips parted.
“Yes,” she hissed, wrapping her legs around him.
Constantine secured his arms around her—one on her back and one clutching her backside. “Forgive me, for I cannot go slow. Later, I’ll take my time. But now—”
Now, he had no control. Nor did he want any. He surrendered completely to this blissful, spontaneous moment—the moment they’d toasted just a short while earlier. Gratitude and joy swept through him as he rocked into her. She clutched his shoulder and neck, pulling his head down to kiss him.
Her mouth was hot and wet, as greedy as he felt. Their bodies strained together, completely enraptured as they hurtled toward completion.
It came hard and fast for him. He managed to slip his hand between them, to coax another release from her. She clenched around him, and he swore he’d never experienced such pure satisfaction. Since last night anyway.
Rising from the devastation of his release, he withdrew from her. “I don’t have anything to tidy you…”
“Fortunately, I have a criminal number of garments with which to ameliorate the situation.” She flashed him a smile as she tended to herself before sliding from the desk.
He hastened to help her, marveling at her brazenness. At her beauty. At her undeniable courage and fortitude. If not for her single-minded pursuit, they would not be here. She was astonishing.
And he was falling in love with her.
