Erotica Fantastica

His question disarmed her. Months had gone by. She didn't even think he cared, and had for a long time assumed he'd moved on to his future bride. "I left you a note," she muttered.

"All it told me was that our relationship was over. Why?" His fingers stroked up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs, maddening her. The way he touched her while he quizzed her made her vulnerable, her desire undermining her will to defy him.

"I heard of your impending engagement to Lady Lucy Etherington." The old familiar pain uncoiled in her gut. She lashed out. "I have too much wit and will to be designated the role of secret mistress until you cast me aside!" Her body rose against his attempting to buck him off.

He pinned her down with his hands on her hips. "And you also have too much pride to ask me if the rumors were true." He quirked an eyebrow to emphasize his point. "The match was discussed, but it was not for me. My father has been set straight on that matter." He shrugged off his great coat, casting it aside. "There's only one woman I want in my bed."

The fine lawn of his shirt clung to the heat of his body, drawing her attention, making her want him even more. Ducking his head, he breathed along the skin of her cleavage. His mouth on her breast stole her breath away. Meanwhile, he pushed her further up the flat surface, so that her bottom rested on it and her legs dangled, then his fingers breached her drawers, finding their way into the gap there. He stroked her puss. "I want you, Nina Ashford."

His demanding approach made her pulse race. The damp heat between her thighs was impossible to ignore. She felt exposed, emotionally and physically stripped to the core, her will and being made freely available to him because she craved him so. Dominic did this to her, only he could. Moaning aloud, her head rolled.

He ran his fingers into the slit in her drawers then stroked them up and down her damp folds. "Ah yes, but you're lush and ready for this."

His voice was hoarse. She cried out, because the tantalizing touch made her to rub against. She hated him for disarming her so thoroughly and turned her face away.

"Your absence in my bed has driven me close to madness." He held her jaw in one hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I must be inside you or I will not be held accountable for what occurs."

The provocative statement left her speechless, but he moved his hand, rolling his thumb back and forth over her seat of pleasure. The relief she felt was immense. Then he shifted and ducked. His mouth engulfed her swollen nub. He grazed her tender flesh with his teeth and release barreled through her. He pushed his tongue inside her, collecting her copious juices. She was still gasping for breath when he rose up and tugged at her bodice, making her breasts rise from the tight fabric. Nina was so shocked by his actions that she stared up at him, then his hands moved and he arranged her legs around his hips.

As he did so he looked at the pistol strapped to her ankle boot with both admiration and amusement. Again his fingers roved over her puss. "Are you ready for me?"

She turned her face away. Ready? Her body clamored for him, her center alight with expectation, her core slick with her juices. "Make haste," she blurted, "before I change my mind."

Dominic gave a wry laugh and then unbuttoned his breeches. When she felt the blunt head of his cock pushing at her slippery opening, she clutched at his shirt. Then he reached past her and pushed a lever. The Daedalus roared into action, the engines huffing and whirring, the pipes that ran around the pod vibrating. One of the dials to the side of her head pinged loudly, startling her. Then the entire machine jolted, lifting up onto its legs—first at the front, then at the rear where she had climbed up the ladder.

Staggered by the sense of power and the sudden movement, she tugged on his shirt. "Dominic!"

The shunt and jolt of the machine as it rose up only seemed to assist his approach, angling her body to him. His cock thrust deep into her, stretching her open and filling her. She cried out, intense sensation rolling through her when he touched her center.

The machine swayed as it leveled, making her head spin.

"Oh, dear lord, how it rolls!" Delighted laughter escaped her.

"I took the liberty of lengthening its rise." As he spoke humor flitted through his eyes and he put his hands beneath her bottom, lifting her in order to probe her deeper. Her corset seemed tighter still, pressing down against her womb where heat built and swelled. Meanwhile the Daedalus remained poised and pumping, as if waiting instruction.

The feeling of being filled by him was too good. Her thighs locked around his waist, her body arching up to meet his. The pressure of his rod at her center sent a wild flare through her entire body, a fiery reaction akin to that of the combustion engine that stoked the Daedalus. She was back at the precipice in moments, her groin alive with sensation.

He worked his length in and out of her sensitized puss, his hands locked around her bottom while he drove himself into her, relentlessly. "There is a way," he stated, between thrusts. "Marry me, Nina. Take my name and it will be on the patent. The Daedalus is ours and there will be many more inventions with you as designer and me as engineer…it's not the same without you."

Her breath caught.

"Answer me!"

Defiance still underpinned her will. "You indicated the patent was for this favor."

He shook his head, and his expression was thoroughly wicked as he clarified his meaning. He drove his slick cock in and out of her in measured strides, working her closer to spilling while holding his own release in abeyance. "You're here. I'm claiming my reward. I want the rest…your name on the patent."

She could see it was taking intense concentration for him to work her while he spoke, but he did so. "Marry me, Nina, make it so." His fingers trailed along her throat, his expression growing serious. "Please, I need you."

She loved him so much that his plea broke her apart inside. Never before had he shown her that need, that affection. Her fingers dug deep into his powerful shoulders and her core clenched at his rod. He groaned and leaned closer still, bending her legs under him, his weight against her tender folds. Again she flooded. The release was so great that she felt dizzy even though she was flat on her back, but the hard rod of his cock inside and the pressure of his body against her sensitive, intimate parts kept her there.

The muscles in his shoulders and neck stood out, his eyes closing. His cock stiffened, stilled and jerked repeatedly. Another wave hit, her thighs shuddering as her entire body burned with the raw pleasure he'd brought about.

When he withdrew he rained kisses on her face, throat and chest, then reached out and pushed another lever. "Hold on tight," he murmured.

Taking her hands in his, he guided them to a metal strut above her head then he rested over her. He held her steady while the engines roared and the Daedalus rose to its full height, bursting through the ramshackle covering above them.

Only then did she realize that Dominic had incorporated a glass panel above their heads, and she was bathed in moonlight. In the gloom of the old moorings, the panels were not visible. Now they were. She was in ecstasy. With her eyelids lowered she felt every swift movement the machine made, how it emulated the leap and stride of the insects that had inspired it, as it made its way across the marshland. It rose and fell as it gained the measure of the uneven landscape beneath it, the pod acting like a massive spirit level just as she had dreamed. All the while Dominic held her tightly, staring down at her face as she took in the intensity of what they were sharing and what had passed between them. Pleasure spiraled through her. From her core, where she still throbbed in the aftermath of her release, it radiated through each and every part of her.