At Last the Rogue Returns (Avenging Lords 1)

“But he will be miserable for the rest of his days.”

While not everyone married for love, Lydia wondered what kind of woman could drag Mr Drake from the doldrums. What kind of woman could cause love to swim in those dark, dangerous eyes?

“I think Drake has resigned himself to a life of misery. I only hope Fate intervenes.” Greystone fell silent for a moment. She could feel him studying her, could feel the heat of his gaze scorching her skin. “But enough about Drake. Let us discuss how we plan to undress in this small space with the minimum of fuss.”

Before she could open her mouth to speak, Greystone came to his knees on the carriage floor. His hands slid up her skirts in a slow, tantalising motion, pushing the material up past the tops of her stockings.

The intimate place between her legs ached for his touch. That he used his mouth to pleasure her came as no surprise. Before Lydia knew what she was about, she found herself slumped in the seat, her legs draped over Greystone’s shoulders, writhing in ecstasy from the skill of his wicked teasing.

“Oh, God.” She dug her hands into his hair, tugged and gripped hard as his tongue slicked over her sex until she came apart and shuddered in a moment of pure bliss. “Greystone!”

He straightened, undid the fall of his breeches, took himself in hand and plunged into her willing body. “This time, I have no intention of withdrawing.”

The carriage rocked violently on the uneven road, creaked and groaned in unison with their wild pants. The sensation only heightened their pleasure.

“Tomorrow night we will take things a little”—his head fell back, and a hum left his lips—“a little slower.”

“I don’t care how I have you,” she said, as his thick shaft thrust deep inside her. “I want you every way I can.” She grasped his tight buttocks, urged him to move hard and quick. “Oh, Greystone, I’m so glad you came back.”

“I … I had to come back.” A low moan left his lips as he stilled. Three jerks of the hips and he collapsed on top of her.

“Yes,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “I suppose you had to come home, eventually.”

“No, my love.” He sat up and claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss that promised a lifetime of love and devotion. “Fate brought me home for one reason. Fate brought me home to you.”

The End