The Libertine (Taskill Witches 2)

“Make haste,” she whispered, clutching at his hips.

Backing her into the shadows beside the curtained bed, he pressed her to the wall. He cupped her head in one hand, stroking her hair as he did.

In the hidden shadows her desire intensified. Chloris ached for him at her center. Her head dropped back, her lips ready to accept his fierce, hungry kisses. In the gloomy niche they were shielded from the fall of the candlelight and she could not see him clearly, but she felt his passion enveloping her.

Hitching up her skirts, she lifted one foot from the floor, riding her knee up the side of his leg. “You have made me wild with your spells and your wicked ways.”

“If you wish to give me credit that is your prerogative, but I fancy it was there in you all along, Mistress Chloris, begging to be unleashed.”

He undid the lace that held his breeches closed and freed his manhood. Chloris went to touch it, but before she had the chance he lifted her with his hands around her buttocks and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his hips. It made her feel so wanton, so womanly, cleaving to him that way that she had to gasp for air.

He pressed hard against her and she leaned into the wall at her back, one hand clutching at the velvet bed curtains at her side. Between her spread legs she felt his hard length pressed against her splayed flesh. She caught her lower lip between her teeth to anchor her emotions. They were about to couple, here, where her cousin would have Lennox strung up if he found him. She squeezed her eyes shut. Even though she knew it was wrong and dangerous, there was nothing she could do but submit to him because her body craved him so.

Lennox was calm and focused. That made her doubt the wisdom in this all the more. How could she have fallen into this so quick and so deep that all her reason was gone, that she took such great risks to be with him?

Because I’ve never had a taste of anything like this before.

Tears dampened her cheek. She brushed them away, annoyed.

Then his hard length was against her most sensitive places. Her breathing altered, speeding, for it was as if he freed life itself in her swollen bud, the pressure of his erection massaging it so intimately.

“Hold tight to me, for I must be inside you, now.”

It was so true, need had them both. Not magic or her quest for fertility, but pure mutual need. She moaned and clutched at him, resting her weight

back against the wall where she pivoted. He held her steady with his palms beneath her bottom. Then he eased the crown of his cock inside her, stretching her open. She breathed even quicker, her mouth opening in response to his penetration.

“You are so damp, mistress, my cock is doused in your precious juices.”

Her entire body flamed. “Lennox...”

“Oh, aye, you’re lush tonight, my beauty, tears or no tears.”

The husky way he spoke and his warm breath on her face were maddening. She clutched at him. “Please, Lennox, please.”

Shifting his weight, he pressed the blunt head of his cock deeper.

“Fill me,” she whispered.

As he drove his full length into her, she cried out with pleasure.

Lennox covered her mouth with his, silencing her, then slid deep to her core in one fast move. He was inside her, his blood pounding inside hers. Her hips were angled to take him in, her flesh melting onto the hard, hot shaft. Sensation burst at her center and rolled through her. It felt too good. Her hands went to his head, holding him as she arched her hips to accommodate him.

Chloris moaned in ecstasy, her head falling back against the wall. He moved his face into the curve of her neck. Her sheath clutched at him, and Lennox cursed. He drew back, and then reached farther inside. She rose up, her hands on his shoulders, matching him. He was riding her hard and Chloris struggled for breath. Her hands fisted on the fabric of his coat. She contracted, tightening on his throbbing length.

He pushed one hand between them. She cried out in ecstasy, another rush of pleasure taking her.

“Chloris, oh, yes.” His thrusts grew urgent.

She responded, wanting more, wanting it all. Pressing down hard onto his length she relished that it brought about both pleasure and pain in her. She wanted to feel it all, for it made her feel vital and alive. Her hands roved over his back, and as she did he whispered her name on a sigh and pulled free.

Chloris found herself lowered to the floor, swaying unsteadily as her feet met the floor. Staring down she watched as he rode his erection with his fist until he spilled.

The ache that loosed in her inflamed body was almost too much.

He put his hand to the wall behind her head, his head bent close to hers while he gasped for breath in his release.

Silence surrounded them, but for the sounds of their mutual labored breathing.