Forever Yours Series Bundle (Book 4-6)

The unintentional provocative assurance settled over them like a heated, sensual blanket.

Holding her gaze, he slipped another finger inside of her, and a cry broke from her throat, a surge of heat arrowed thr

ough her belly and lower…to right where he had invaded. His fingers moved, a thumb raked over her sensitive nub, wetness coated his fingers, and a broken cry of need escaped Verity as she responded with wantonness.

He withdrew his touch from her wet sex, and holding her eyes with his, James undressed her. It took so much courage not to ask him to extinguish the lights. Everything felt so wicked. He removed the evening jacket, waistcoat, shirt, and cravat. He unwrapped her bound breasts with gentleness, but there was nothing tender in the gaze that stared at her breasts once they were revealed. He bent his dark head and brushed a light kiss over the mounds of her breasts. With a groan he lifted her into his arms with an arousing display of strength, walked with her over to the sofa by the windows, and lowered them, so she sat astride him.

“I want inside you.” His voice was so deep, so rough now.

His hands roamed her naked body as if imprinting the shape and feel of her in his mind and heart. Her chest tightened with pleasure at the hunger on his face, and for the first time, Verity was confident he wanted her with a similar craving. Those diabolical fingers caressed over her nipples which were so hard they hurt. Down they went over her stomach and to her pulsing sex. He cupped her, the touch so possessive and domineering she felt a brief moment of uncertainty. James was a man of sensual expertise, and Verity was out of her depths.

His other hand stroke down the slope of her back. The touch soothed and reassured even as it seduced. “How sinful can I be, Verity?”

“Are there degrees of debauchery?”

"Yes." Lust flushed along his cheekbones and darkened his eyes. "I can kiss you here."

She stared at him blankly before his meaning came clear. Her entire body blushed, and it was so very hard to hold his stare.

His lips curved into an excitedly challenging smile. “I can protect your sensibilities or ruin them,” he murmured, moving his diabolical fingers even deeper.

“Honesty,” she gasped, holding his gaze. “I want your honest passion, everything you feel for me, and nothing less, James.”

He pulled her forward, so she collapsed on his chest, dragged her up against his body, and kissed like a man who had been out in the cold for far too long and had finally found shelter. James twisted with her, and her back met the soft cushions of the sofa. Releasing her mouth from the bruising passion of his mouth, he placed a kiss in the hollow of her neck, then drifted over. The touch of his lips on her nipple sent a shock of desire through her body. But he did not linger, kissing over her quivering stomach to the top of her mound.

He knelt before her and lifted her splayed thighs on each side of his shoulders. Her entire body blushed red at the lascivious sprawl and the look of lustful greed on his face. Her fingers clenched in the cushions above her head as he dipped and stroked his tongue along the quivering softness of her abdomen. His lips disappeared, then the stroke of his tongue against her inner thigh, the rasp of his teeth as he nipped her flesh. Fire raced through her body.

The touch of his tongue as it glided over her nub was a caress of pure, nerve-wracking pleasure. His tongue caressed her sex, sensually teasing and passionately ravishing. Verity fought to keep from screaming with the intensity of sensations. Her body tensed, drawn tight as the pleasure built inside her. Verity felt as if she would shatter any moment from the overwhelming sensation of vulnerability and arousal washing through her.

She pushed up on her elbows and stared in dazed arousal at the dark head between her thighs doing wicked, filthy things with his lips and tongue that should have mortified her sensibilities. Instead, she felt free and wanton.

He alternately sucked on her nub of pleasure until she thought she would simply expire from the exquisite torment. “Oh, James, please!

She had no notion of what she wanted, never imagined there could be such wickedness between a man and a woman. He flicked his tongue lower, devastating her with tortuous gentle licks. She wanted to scream, but she had the breath barely to whimper pleadingly. Verity knew later she would blush from the memory of how desperately she began to lift her hips to his devious mouth. She moaned helplessly with pleasure, her body sensitized, shivering, and trembling under the breath-taking assault of his erotic kiss against her core.

He stood and shrugged off his clothes and boots with alarming swiftness.

“Oh, James you are so bloody beautiful!”

She gasped as he lowered his body over hers, lifted her legs to wrap them high around his back, almost up to his shoulder blades. Then he kissed her softly. “Nowhere near as beautiful as you, Verity.”

He reached between their bodies, and a hard pressure nudged her entrance, then came a push. James stretched her, inexorably filling her. Verity whimpered at the painful feeling. He paused, sweat beading his brow and brushed a soothing kiss over her lips. Then he dipped even lower until he used his mouth to capture an achingly sensitive nipple. His tongue curled around her nipple, drawing a desperate moan from her throat as her hands gripped at his shoulders.

His hips flexed, and he buried himself deep in one powerful stroke. Verity cried out at the pain. Somehow his fingers found her nub of pleasure, and he rubbed, sending a striking pleasure through her body. Her wetness grew, her thighs trembled, and he pinched, pressed, and worked her nub until she screamed into the crook of his neck, waves of ecstasy tearing through her body.

“Oh God, James!” Her wetness was almost mortifying now.

But it seemed that was what he’d waited for. He leaned into her, holding her against his body as he began to pump inside her. James’s groan was harsh, broken as he rocked her onto his hard length, riding her with a deep, driving rhythm. There was such pleasure, alarming pressure, and erotic pain at the tight fit despite her wetness, but she could not bear the notion of him stopping.

She clasped his sweat-slicked shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. Her cries filled the room as his thrusts increased. Ripples of pleasure peaked once more, and another release burst over Verity’s senses, drowning her in unrelenting pleasure. He devastated her with his lovemaking and sensuality. For though she had peaked twice, James did not seem sated.

He rode her with such lust and passionate tenderness, Verity hugged him to her, and surrendered to the raw heat building between them. His arms tightened around her, and with a hoarse shout, he released into her, pulling another climax from her aching body. Her breath came in long, surrendering moans, and Verity collapsed weakly beneath him, shudders of her release still tearing through her.

He dipped and captured her lips in a deep passionate kiss, he suckled on her tongue, pulling gentle moans from her. She felt her core pulse around his member still inside her, and as if in reply it throbbed and hardened once more. He rolled with her so she sat astride him, not once releasing her lips, he savored her mouth. Then he started to move his hips upward into her sex. It was gentle at first, but then his movements grew hungry and relentless. Unknown feelings swelled inside her, urging her to use unladylike words to encourage him wickedly. Her sex grew hot and slick, and he continued, each stroke fanning the flame growing inside her belly. It felt glorious as his strokes vibrated through her body. She never knew such pleasures existed, never dreamed it possible.

The feelings crested and she exploded with a wild, wanton cry. His entire body jerked with power and he gripped her buttocks, holding her on his member as it erupted his seed deep inside her. They both collapsed breathing raggedly.

A few moments passed and they just stared in silence at each other. He then gently pulled from her and Verity had not the energy to move. She did not look up when he pressed a cloth between her legs, a handkerchief perhaps, she was too busy blushing.