The Libertine (Taskill Witches 2)

Had he made sure of that by magic because of what had happened the last time he came here?

“Let me make love to you.”

It was so hard to deny him. She stepped closer until she was right against him and cupped his face in her hands. “I want that, too, but I am afraid you will be discovered here. I have heard Tamhas ranting about you. I dread his mood if he found us this way.”

His mouth tightened for a moment, but he ignored her comment.

Instead he ran his fingers over her up-tilted breasts, and his eyes glimmered with firelight that was of his own making. “I sense your need. Let me slake it, let me bring you sweeter dreams than you might have had tonight.”

Oh, how his words stoked her fires. The ache at her center grew.

When her body shivered and her head dropped back, he covered her neck with fevered kisses. “I was ready to be inside you this morning, and that need has only grown.”

She could not fight it.

He bent, lifted her easily into his arms and laid her out on the bed. Looming over her, he sighed deeply. Slowly, he began to caress her body, trailing his fingertips over the surface of her skin. As he touched her, from shin to thigh, from hipbone to breast, he seemed to draw the breath from her body, quickening her blood, sending wild her senses.

“Lennox.” She ached for him desperately. Desire the likes of which she had never experienced before washed over her and it made her eyes smart, for her emotions could come undone far too easily.

“Let me love you,” he replied.

Chloris shut her eyes, savoring the words. Let me love you.

She felt him shift and he breathed over her nipples, then kissed them, one after the other, his tongue swirling over the peaked surfaces. Chloris melted into the bed, yet his intimate attentions were almost too gentle. Every moment they had seemed stolen, and she wanted to clasp him to her, frenzied, to bond with him hard and fast for as long as she could before their paths were forced to diverge.

Instead, Lennox shifted down the bed and lifted one of her feet, clasping her gently around the ankle with one strong hand. When she realized his intentions, she moaned softly. He parted her legs, his hands moving along the inside of her legs as he climbed onto the bed between her knees.

Glancing down, she stroked his thick black hair with trembling hands while he kissed the inside of her thighs. Each kiss was like sunlight dancing on her skin, teasing her. Worse still was the pounding she felt deep at her center and at the crest of her folds, where her swollen nub was tingling wildly, anticipating his touch.

“You are adorable.” His breath was warm on her sensitive skin.

“Oh, please, Lennox,” she murmured, her body shifting, her hands clutching at the bedcovers.

Splaying his hands around the top of her thighs, he sank his mouth onto the mound of her sex and kissed her deeply, his tongue moving between her folds.

Arching, her head fell back against the pillows. She moaned and twisted on the bed when his tongue moved faster. Pleasure blossomed fast, her heightened emotions bringing her closer still to him. He buried his face between her legs and tongued her faster. Her back arched, her bud growing tight and sensitive under his ministrations. A sudden tremor ran through her and she bloomed into climax. Still he kissed her there, making her spend again. In the distance she heard her own voice crying out. She all but fainted away.

His voice drew her back to him. “I want to hold you in my arms forever.”

“Hush,” she whispered. “Please, let us only think of this night, for the rest is an intrusion.”

A shadowy smile passed over his face. “It is, but we will have more than this one night, mark my words.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and off, casting it aside.

Chloris savored the sight of his muscular shoulders. Then, when he stood up to undo his breeches, the bulge of his cock made her mouth go dry.

He eyed her possessively as he kicked his boots off and undid his breeches, shoving them off. His cock sprang out, long and thick, its head beautifully defined and dark with blood. Her thighs instinctively rolled together as she took in the sight of him and damp heat trickled onto her thighs. This is what he had done to her, and it was so intense that she could only wish it could be the way he suggested, that they might lie together every night.

Then he was over her, his cock resting against the tingling folds of her sex. His closeness overwhelmed her with a renewed fever of desire. She was intoxicated by him, wanting him above and beyond anything. When he entered her she clutched him in welcome and let out a loud moan of relief.

His eyes flashed, his mouth in a passionate curl. He nudged then drove the full length of his shaft inside her slick channel, until the blunt head was pressed to her center.

Chloris arched up from the bed in response. She reached up to wrap her hands around his head. “Lennox, when you...when we are like this, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever known.”

“I know.” He looked down at her, studying her face, his body supported on his arms, his hips hard against hers. “It is the same for me.”

They stayed that way, locked together by the intensity of the moment, until a sob escaped her. “You have made me know what it is like to be a woman—” she paused, because she had to swallow back her emotion “—a woman fulfilled.”