The Scandalous Lady Sandford (Lost Ladies of London 3)

Fabian continued to devour her mouth while his fingers moved to the hem of her chemise and edged it up to her waist.

“Raise your arms.” He did not give her an opportunity to protest but lifted the garment over her head and threw it onto the bed.

“Fabian—”

He covered her mouth again, thrust inside with his tongue while pressing his erection against her abdomen. Oh, he would love nothing more than to stand and admire her body, admire God’s perfection. But he needed to feel her come apart in his hands, to shudder and cry out his name.

With nimble fingers, he traced a path down to the intimate place between her thighs and stroked gently back and forth. He swallowed down her tiny gasps, sounds that quickly turned into sweet moans.

Lillian clutched his waist, pulling him, urging him to give her something more.

Fabian backed her towards the bed. All the while her frantic hands caressed his bare skin. Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms and placed her down on top of the coverlet. Lord, his wife was lush and ripe for the taking.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He’d ripped her away from her home, persuaded her to marry him. Was it

too late to act the gentleman now?

Lillian nodded and blinked rapidly. For a second, her glazed eyes held a hint of fear. “Kiss me, Fabian, before I start to remember all the reasons why I should be frightened.”

Needing no further inducement, Fabian climbed onto the bed and rose above her. “Oh, I intend to kiss you, just not in the places you expect.”

The glorious rise and fall of her breasts drew his attention. He could have gazed upon them all night, but the urge to take her nipple in his mouth forced him to bend his head. He flicked his tongue across the tip, traced circles, sucked and nipped until Lillian’s embarrassment evaporated and she arched her back, pushing her breast against his mouth.

Eager to rouse a cry of ecstasy from her lips, Fabian moved lower. He rained kisses all the way down to her navel. While Lillian hummed with pleasure, he gripped her knees and bent her legs, then delved lower to press his lips to her most intimate place.

“Fabian.” His name came on a gasp. “Wait.”

But he didn’t wait; he’d waited too long for this woman. For years, he’d imagined this moment, and he had every intention of bringing it to its rightful conclusion.

“Hush, love. Trust me. You must learn to let go.” He lavished her swollen sex with attention.

With the swirl of his tongue, her breath came in short, fast pants. “Fabian.” She thrust her hands into his hair, holding him in position.

The sweet scent of her arousal sent his own desire spiralling. And then the dam burst. The tremors of her climax shook her body. She gasped and cried out as her legs shuddered with pleasure. With a firm hold of his hair, she urged him to rise above her.

One glance at his solid cock and she swallowed deeply. “Now, Fabian. Do it now. Don’t wait.”

Her words were music to his ears. A delicious fever consumed him mind and body as he took himself in hand and nudged at her entrance.

This was it — time to claim the only woman he’d ever wanted. He pushed inside her. The muscles in her core welcomed him, hugged his cock so tightly he could feel the power of the intimate embrace deep in his chest.

He stilled, relishing the feel of her muscles clamped around him. Ever so slowly he withdrew, rolled his hips and thrust inside her again. Lillian’s mouth opened on a moan. Each drive home flamed the fire burning in his veins.

“God, you’re perfect,” he panted. Joining with her was everything he thought it would be, and more. “I promise your life will be filled with pleasure from now on.”

She gripped his buttocks in response, dug her fingers into his flesh and urged him to quicken the pace. He obliged, entering her over and over, so hard, so deep. Damn, he’d struggle to last more than a minute. Possessed by a craving he couldn’t quite comprehend, he sheathed himself in her warmth, her wetness, encouraged her to buck her hips and writhe to draw his climax from him.

His body shook and pulsed with the power of it.

For the first time in his life, he did not withdraw but gave his wife everything of himself. Perhaps a child. Perhaps hope for the future.

Chapter Eleven

The sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Lillian lay naked, delicious tingles still coursing through her body. Fabian lay beside her, one leg draped over her thigh, one arm resting heavily across her stomach. An inner calm filled her chest. One that spoke of more than physical satisfaction. Fabian had kept his promise. In that one blissful moment, she had indeed felt free.

“The next time we explore the realms of intimate relations, I hope to dedicate more time to enhancing your pleasure.” Fabian’s husky voice caressed her senses. He came up on his elbow, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “What do you say? Would you care to put my skill to the test?”

“What, now?” Although a warm shiver raced down her spine at the prospect, she had promised to tell him the truth about Lord Martin. The longer she delayed, the more daunting the task.