Page 107 of Heartbreaker

“How could I not?” he admitted on a growl. “Mine.”

She rewarded him for the confession, licking over the hard, aching tip, pulling him inside her perfect mouth,tasting him with little flicks of her tongue. He exhaled, harsh and raw, his hips bucking just barely before he turned all his strength to stopping them. He didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want to shock her.

And then she shocked him, with a long, low hum of...

Christ, she liked it.

He could see it on her face, her eyes sliding closed as she relaxed and took him deep. Pleasure and power and absolute need. No. It couldn’t be need. That was what he was feeling. Need and desire and an absolute unhinged frenzy to make her his. And not just here, now, in this room, in this chair, in this bed, but everywhere. Always.

One hand slipped down his cock as she took him deep, her hum becoming a rhythmic sigh as she loved him with her mouth and tongue and hands, and he was lost to the sensation, clinging to the chair and telling her all the ways he’d imagined her taking him.Deeper. Harder. Yes. Please. Adelaide.

His hips moving against her, his mouth spewing filthy things, and his cock, heavy and aching, waiting for her to lead him into release as she found the exact rhythm that had them both groaning.

Control snapped, and he reached for her, lifting her beautiful hair from where it fell in silken waves over her face and his thighs, so he could touch her—so he could see her... watching him. God, he loved her eyes on him. Loved the way she looked at him. The way she noticed him. Always ahead of him, reading him, his brilliant, beautiful girl.

“Adelaide.” He tightened his grip, pulling her back from him, slowing her irresistible pace. “If you continue... love... I shall spend.”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes alight with desire that edged into greed. What a goddess she was. “Yes.” The word thrummed through him on a current of pleasure. “Yes, I want that.”

And then she was back in control, taking him deep,cloaking him in tight, warm pleasure until he couldn’t hold himself back, and he gave himself up to her, shouting his release to the room and the countryside and the sun.

And all the while, she watched him, hot for him, full of power. Of dominion.

He was never letting her go.

He leaned forward, pulling her up to him, taking her mouth with a wicked growl that told her how good she had been, his orgasm having not nearly assuaged the wild desire that consumed him now that he knew what it was to have her. One hand slid over her body to find her breast, her nipple hard and straining.

She whined her pleasure as he toyed with it, and his own flared to life again. He released her and said, “Remember what you told me the other night, love? That I could simply fuck you?” He kissed her again, her hands tangling in the hair at the back of his neck.

Releasing her, he stood, one hand still tangled in her curls, and helped her to her unsteady feet. “Now you see... nothing about what we do together is ever going to be simple. If we did this a thousand times... it would never be simple.” Another kiss, deep and slow. “It will always be earth-shattering,” he promised. “Shall I show you?”

“Yes. Please.” That word. He would give her whatever she asked for, forever. And he’d make sure she liked it, forever.

Starting that moment.

Chapter Eighteen

Since she’d joined Duchess and her crew, Adelaide had broken forty-three matches, saving as many women from a lifetime of unhappiness with myriad scoundrels, rogues, and monsters. In addition, working with the Hell’s Belles, she’d taken down six earls, two marquesses, a duke, and about two dozen rich, entitled gentlemen who had deserved everything they’d received.

And still, that day, in that warm, wonderful room in that quiet house on that quiet hill in the quiet English countryside, as Henry turned his pleasure over to her and lost the control he held so tightly, unable to keep his hands and mouth from her as he found release, she’d never felt more powerful.

Never more cared for, either.

Because somehow, even as she fell to her knees and pleasured him in every way she’d ever imagined she could, it had been Adelaide who had felt worshipped as he’d watched her, his blue eyes riveted to her movements, his chest rising and falling with ragged breath, and finally, when he could no longer resist, his touch firm and careful and full of heat.

And then he’d pulled her up into his arms and returned to the bed where she’d kept vigil for so many days, but instead of leaving her at his bedside, he drew her downwith him, his hands warm and sure on her skin, his lips tempting and sweet.

“Come,” he whispered, the word soft and sinful. “Like this.”

He pulled her to straddle him, and she hesitated. “Your bandages...”

He sat up, his hand running up over her back and pulling her down for a kiss. “Don’t worry, love. You have tended me well, and now... I shall tend to you.”

She reached for him, her hands stroking over his chest. “I wanted you well,” she confessed. “I wanted you awake and moving. I hated how still you were.”

He captured one hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing her fingertips. “I am awake now. I move now.” He lifted her, guiding her up his chest. “Let me show you how well I move.”

Her eyes went wide as he showed her, moving her up, over his chest, until she was straddling his shoulders. “Henry, what—”

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