The Daring Miss Darcy (Lost Ladies of London 4)

His mind was lost in a heady cloud of lust, of desire. It surrounded him, flowed through his body in pleasurable waves.

“We should be at home in bed, naked,” he murmured against her mouth. “Where I can worship your body as you deserve.” But in truth, the urgency to fill her full eradicated all thoughts of a more thorough seduction.

“I cannot wait, Ross. If we stop now … I …”

He heard the unspoken words. This might be his only opportunity to have her. The dream to possess her still lived inside him. This was about claiming what he craved, surrendering to the light, admitting she was his only weakness now.

“Just tell me you want me.” Vane’s voice sounded gravelly, hoarse. He tugged at the hem of her dress, slid his hands underneath, up past the top of her stockings. “Let me hear you say the words.”

“You know I want you. It has always been you.”

That was his undoing.

“Then forgive me, for I lack the strength of will to prolong this moment.” Never had he imagined himself saying those words. “I need to be inside you. Deep inside you. Undo my breeches.”

He did not have to ask twice.

She shuffled back as her trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons. A growl rumbled in his chest when her small hand dipped inside. She hesitated, but then her fingers settled around his cock and freed him from his constraint.

“Hurry,” she begged.

His mind was too muddled to think. The potent essence of this woman filled his head. The need to drive home obliterated all else.

Estelle dragged up her dress, her erratic movements and laboured breathing a clear sign of her eagerness to join with him too.

He positioned himself at her entrance. Heaven was but inches away. “I cannot wait a second longer,” he panted.

“Do it now, Ross.”

With one hand settling firmly on her waist, he pushed inside her in one long fluid movement, up to the hilt.

Time stopped.

Buried deep inside her hot, wet core, Vane held her there and allowed himself a few seconds to appreciate the magic of the moment. His heart sang in celebration.

“Oh, Ross.” Estelle’s head fell back.

Never had he seen anything more beautiful. She belonged to him. Long before the first time his heart pulsed upon seeing her. Long before they ever met.

He withdrew slowly only to plunge back into her welcoming body. Estelle gasped and arched her back, her breasts rising against the confines of the material. Oh, how he wanted to free them, to tease her nipples to peak, to feast like a king. She ran her hands over his shoulders and balled his shirt in her fists.

Vane could sense she wasn’t sure what to do. Hell, her inexperience beguiled him — only made him want her all the more. He would be her tutor from now on, and he would await each lesson with eager anticipation.

And so he settled his hands on her hips, ready for the first exercise in a course that would last an eternity, and guided her movements until she rode him in a unique yet intoxicating rhythm.

“Oh God.” Vane watched her come up on her knees and sink back down again and again. “That’s it, love. Just like that.”

He met her with equal enthusiasm. His measured thrusts became more urgent, more powerful than the last. With Estelle, he didn’t need to think of new or novel ways to please her. He didn’t have to pretend this was the most erotic experience of his life — for it truly was. All he cared about was watching the look of pleasure on her face as he filled her body.

“Don’t stop,” she panted.

“Trust me. That is not an option.”

Every delicious slide into heaven took him closer to the edge. He reached between them, managed to push two fingers against her intimate place. Estelle responded to his touch, rubbing against him in a delightfully erratic fashion.

“Hmm. Ross.” Her tongue skimmed her lips. He wanted to devour her mouth but he would stroke her to completion before taking anything more for himself.

“Come for me, love.”