Page 73 of Made for the Marquess (Second Sons of London 4)

He took her breast into his mouth, sucking and laving and feasting upon it as she made delicious noises that egged him on. He took both breasts into his hands as his lips trailed from the valley between her breasts, moving lower and lower, his tongue circling her bellybutton, causing her to laugh.

Returning to her mouth, he gave her drugging kisses as his hands caressed her thighs, moving higher and higher until his fingers reached her core. Parting her, he plunged a finger in and she gasped his name.

“Are you supposed to do this?” she asked.

His lips hovered over hers. “We can do anything we like, my sweet marchioness.”

She smiled at his words and he kissed her again, his tongue mimicking his fingers now, causing her to writhe and gasp beneath his touch. He moved his mouth to her throat but continued to stroke her, adding another finger, bringing her to a violent orgasm.

As she cried out his name, satisfaction filled him.

“Ride the wave, Minta. Be daring and brave.”

She bucked beneath him, gasping, panting, until finally she stilled.

But he wasn’t giving her time to think.

As she lay limp, he rose from the bed and stood, moving her until her legs dangled from the feathered mattress. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed, a slight question in them. Then he rested her heels on the edge of the bed and pushed her thighs wide, plunging his tongue inside her.

“Percy!”

Minta pushed up, balancing herself with her palms. “What on earth are you doing?”

He lifted his head. “Making you mine.”

He meant it. He wanted to possess this woman. Make her want him as much as he wanted her. He wanted to be the only man who touched her like this. Made her come for him.

His hand nudged her back, resting on her belly, keeping her in place as he focused on her core. He used fingers and tongue to make love to her, sensing the orgasm building and feeling it explode within her as she cried out.

Quickly, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside her just as the throes of pleasure waned. She whimpered and he stopped, already seated to the hilt inside her.

“Get used to me,” he urged.

“It did hurt,” she said, pouting slightly.

“But never again.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Move a little and see what you think.”

She did as he suggested, causing heat to wash over him.

“Mmm. I like that,” she told him.

He pulled away slightly and pushed back into her.

“Oh! I like that even more.”

Percy kissed her deeply. “Then let me make love to you, Minta.”

Her eyes held trust in them and she nodded.

Slowly, he moved within her and, soon, she caught his rhythm. He increased the speed and found she met him, each of them flying high with dizzying passion. Finally, he released his seed deep within her, hoping it would be the beginning of their first child.

He withdrew and rose from the bed, finding cloths and a basin of water Bertha had thoughtfully left out for them. He quickly cleaned himself and then tended to Minta, who lay spent.

“I should be horribly embarrassed,” she said, lazily gazing up at him. “But even this feels quite nice.”

Percy finished his ministrations and returned to the bed, gathering her in his arms, kissing her hair.

“Sleep,” he urged.

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