Page 66 of The Highwayman's Bite

Vivian broke the kiss only to brush her lips across his neck. “I am so glad you don’t wear a cravat.” The breath of her whisper made his flesh tingle. “Could we... go to the bed?”

His cock stiffened further. If he hadn’t deflowered her only last night, he would have hiked up her skirts and taken her against the wall. However, she was probably still sore and required gentler treatment.

In answer to her request, Rhys lifted her and carried her to the joined bunks. As they kissed and caressed, slowly their clothing was cast away until Vivian’s body glistened naked in the firelight.

Just like the first time, the sight of her beauty stole his breath. Rhys took his time licking and nibbling every inch of her, from her delicate neck to her lush breasts, across her belly, and at last to the place he so desperately wanted to taste.

“May I kiss you there?” he asked.

She bit her lip and nodded, her cheeks rosy with delightful blushes. Rhys lowered his head and inhaled the tantalizing fragrance of her arousal. When his mouth closed over her mound, her hips arched up and she gasped. He slipped his tongue between her nether lips and reveled in her feminine cry of delight.

Rhys circled her swollen bud, holding her thighs down as she bucked and wiggled, not so much to restrain her, but so he didn’t risk grazing her with his fangs. Vivian moaned with every movement of his tongue. With his lips and fingers, he played her like a fine musical instrument, bringing her cries and shudders like an ethereal symphony. The sweet taste of her nectar filled his mouth like a forbidden elixir, nearly as addicting as her blood.

Vivian screamed his name as she climaxed. The sound was music to his ears. Rhys tightened his grip on her hips as she thrashed beneath him, relentless as he continued his ministrations.

When she fell back against the pillows, limp and trembling, Rhys released her. He moved up on the bunk and pulled her against his chest.

“My goodness,” she gasped. “I had no idea that it could be so...” A light laugh escaped her. “I don’t have the words.”

“You’re stoking my pride so much that I may burst with it.” Rhys glanced down ruefully. “Of course, that wasn’t the only thing in danger of bursting.”

Vivian caught his quick look and frowned. “But what about your satisfaction? Do you want to take me again?”

“Very much, but you are still sore from the previous night, so I think it best for me to refrain.” Especially with the state he was in. Rhys very much feared that he’d lose control and take her too roughly.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, making him suck in a breath. “Then perhaps I should pleasure you as you have with me.”

“You would truly wish to do that?” Rhys stared at her in astonishment. He never imagined a well-born lady would willingly touch a man’s anatomy in such a way. Hell, his wife had only been a fisherman’s daughter and she’d told him that if he wanted his knob polished, he could go find a whore at the docks.

Vivian squeezed him, eliciting another gasp from him and peered up at him with a blush. “You did the same for me.”

She moved down, placing feathery kisses along his chest and stomach before leaning over his throbbing erection. Her warm breath over his swollen head brought goosebumps all over his body. The unabashed fascination in her eyes as she regarded his hard cock filled him with primal satisfaction.

All thoughts fled when her lips closed over his tip. Rhys groaned with pure bliss as her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh. She explored him with her mouth and fingers, tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence at his pleasured noises and muttered words of encouragement. He tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her lightly, but not forcefully.

His pleasure at her ministrations built until he thought he’d go mad from it. “Vivian,” he growled through gritted teeth. “For God’s sake, please stop, or I’ll spend.”

She lifted her head and regarded him with a sinful smile. Her grey eyes were dilated with lust. She tossed his words back at him. “I want to taste you.”

Then her mouth locked over him and she took him deeper, sucking his length with erotic pressure. Rhys exploded, his fist bunching in her hair, his hips bucking beneath her. Vivian drank down every drop, sending pulses of pure ecstasy through his body. At last, she withdrew and licked her lips.

“It was salty,” she said and moved back up on the cot to nuzzle against his chest. “But not at all unpleasant. Why didn’t you want me to finish?”

“Many women find it disgusting,” he replied, stroking her back.

She frowned and shook her head. “Many women are fools then.”

A combination of wonder and melancholy swirled through Rhys’s heart. How could he have found such a perfect woman only to be destined to lose her?

---