Page 66 of A Return of the Wicked Earl (The Shadows 1)

Blake plunged a second finger inside her tight core and closed his eyes. Her scent, the sounds she made, the constant movement of her hips were driving him insane. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and watched Annalise as she moved on him, chasing her orgasm.

Blake couldn’t take it anymore. He undid the falls of his breeches and took himself in hand. Annalise started moaning as her inner muscles contracted, and she started pulsing from the inside. Blake rubbed his hot, hard length in his hand, matching the rhythm of Annalise’s hips. She screamed and sagged against him, and in a few moments, he was filled with bliss as hot liquid covered his hand.

Blake’s chest rose and fell frantically with his every breath as he tried in vain to quiet his raging heartbeat. He rested his head against the carriage seat, and Annalise moved closer to him, burrowing her nose in the crook of his neck.

Blake slowly withdrew his fingers from Annalise’s core, and she whimpered. He hugged her closer to him, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

The carriage suddenly drew to a halt, and Blake swore. Annalise sat up, her gaze panicked. Blake hastily helped raise her bodice, covering her beautiful breasts. He cuddled her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. The carriage door opened then, but Blake didn’t let go of Annalise. Instead, he deepened the kiss.

When he raised his head, the footman was standing there, awkwardly looking away, still holding the door open.

“Close the door,” Blake barked, and the servant obeyed.

Blake gently set Annalise aside and cleaned himself with a handkerchief. He buttoned up his breeches while Annalise adjusted her clothing. Her bodice was rumpled, and her coiffure was permanently ruined. Blake carefully took his coat off and covered her shoulders with it. He then rapped on the door and escorted Annalise out of the carriage.

They made their way through the townhouse in silence. Annalise’s arm in the crook of his. Her warmth was along his left side, her scent luring him to her. He paused beside Annalise’s door. She turned and looked up at him. Another pause. His entire body buzzed in anticipation. He wanted to take her into his arms, throw her on the bed, and have his way with her. Slowly this time, unhurriedly, leisurely.

But he just held his breath and waited. Because he didn’t want her for just one night, he wanted her forever. And in this case, he’d have to wait for her to come to him. Even if it killed him.

She opened the door, looked over her shoulder, and said, “Come.”

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