Forever Yours Series Bundle (Book 1-3)

“Devastate me.”

Sebastian watched her with an unreadable intensity that sucked all the air from her lungs. An almost cruel sensuality harshened his features and nerves fluttered in her stomach, taunting her earlier confidence that had seen her determined to shock his senses by seducing him. She wanted her husband to know that she could be as bold and adventurous as him, and the excitement that had burned through her veins had prompted her to act.

The very idea of being so wicked and daring, had a familiar ache settling low in her stomach. She also felt ridiculously vulnerable. Holding his gaze and willing herself not to blush, she stepped back a few paces, and shrugged the silken robe off her body, standing naked before Sebastian.

A sharp intake of breath pierced the air.

“Sebastian?”

He remained silent, his eyes devouring every dip and hollow of her body. “You are perfect,” he said reverently.

Her cheeks suffused with heat. “Take me, my love.” Fanny leaned into him and gently bit into his bottom lip. “I am not afraid of your passions, nor am I delicate. I am your lover, your wife, your friend. Love me until I scream your name,” she whispered shyly.

With a groan, he slanted his mouth over hers fiercely as if the tether on his control had snapped. Their tongues tangled wildly, and a long, low moan broke from her lips.

“I want to lick you,” he whispered against her lips, a dark flush accentuating the sensuality of his face.

She trembled as agonizing need coiled in her belly. “Then lick me,” she purred, her heart beating so fast she felt faint. Fanny gasped when he lifted her into his arms and within a few strides lowered her onto the wingback chair, and with very deliberate actions splayed her legs wide, and then urged her to recline into the cushions forcing her to rise onto the tips of her toes with each foot to keep her legs wide. The position was very provocative, and her entire body flushed at the raw hunger which leaped into his eyes as he slowly perused the carnal way in which she sat in the chair.

She cleared her throat delicately and gripped each side of the padded armchair, ensuring she kept her legs widened. “Sebastian...I am in a chair, and the bed is over there.”

“This is where I want you.”

Fanny waited, her heart a pounding mess, anticipation skittering against her nerves as he shrugged from his shirt and trousers, dropping them carelessly onto the floor. Her eyes widened, and she stared at the masculine beauty of him. “Oh Sebastian, you are so beautiful.”

Her breath hitched when he sank to his knees in front of her.

“You are a goddess who deserves worshiping, you are so beautiful and sensually formed Fanny,” he murmured, his eyes devouring her. “You are blushing all over.”

She wetted her lips. “We are being very decadent.”

Her husband leaned forward, and she dipped slightly, so their mouths melded together in the softest kiss he had ever given her. It asked for trust, and it also reassured, and with a sigh, she surrendered her inhibitions. He released her mouth to press kisses against her shoulder, her chin, down to the sensitive hollow of her throat, and even further down. He flicked his tongue over a hardened nipple, before rolling it gently and sucking. The pleasure was so sharp she wailed before slapping a hand over her lips.

He released her aching nipple to peer up at her. “I want to hear every cry, Fanny. Hold back nothing.”

She breathed roughly, her breasts rising and falling with her quick breathing.

One of his hands gripped the armchair right where she held on and the other...dear God. He glided his fingertips as he stroked over her aching sex. She was already shamelessly wet for him, and he groaned his pleasure. He shifted, lowered his mouth to her sex and licked. A wild cry tore from Fanny, and she gripped the armchair even tighter.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered against her sensitive flesh.

His tongue teased her over and over, until something hot and powerful coiled low in her stomach. Fanny burned, sweat trickled down her breast, and she lifted her hips helplessly against his wicked mouth as he tugged her nub between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue. All her modesty vanished, and a wild delight overwhelmed her senses.

“Sebastian!” Her entire body convulsed as she splintered apart, pleasure cresting through her in waves.

He stood and swept her into his arms. They stumbled toward the bed, and he laid her down as if she were precious. She smiled, understanding just how much he cherished her. Holding her gaze, he spread her legs wide with his, fisted the length of his manhood, and breached her opening. Her body was wet, soft, and yielding and she welcomed him as he thrust deep inside of her. The impact of his penetration jarred her, and the edge of pain rode the pleasure that tore through her body.

Her hands stroked over his shoulders, his hair, the powerful muscles of his back as he loved her with deep, rough, and wonderful strokes. He whispered carnal encouragement, promising her all the different ways she would be worked onto his cock, and that she would love every moment of it. She believed him, for bliss was tearing her apart.

She took a deep, steady breath, which released on a long wail of exquisite pleasure as he rode her long and hard. Her fingers gripped blankets beneath her, her head twisting against the pillow. He lifted her legs higher across his back, causing him to sink deeper into her aching sex. Pleasure grew inside Fanny until it expanded and burst forth in white-hot bliss, cascading delight through her body. With a deep groan, he tightened his hands and emptied his release inside her still-shivering body. He gently pulled from her and wrapped her securely in his arms. They stayed like that, their breathing heavy, then laughter spilled from he

r.

“That was amazing, not that our times together haven’t been wonderful,” she said, still laughing, “I never knew. I feel I should write a book and send it to all the ladies of society. I suppose only mistresses know?” she asked softly.

“Those lords are idiots.”

She grinned. “Yes, they are. I really must write that book.”