And he did see. His gaze fixed between her legs. He inhaled, loudly. His eyes looked like huge dark pools, his features taut with desire. Something crossed his expression, something that made him look younger, vulnerable. She felt a tugging in the centre of her chest.
He’d never appeared more handsome to her.
He growled. The sudden, feral sound made her jump. His visage sharpened and he lunged forward, then put his cock to her moist flesh.
At the welcomed return of him, she sighed with bliss.
He eased himself in, slowly, steadily. The return of fullness and pressure took her breath and she wiggled, trying to drive him as deeply as possible.
He put his hands under her, cupping her buttocks, lifting her. Her inner muscles tightened as she lifted her hips, assisting him. He stared straight into her soul, holding her spellbound. She felt totally under his control, his to do with as he pleased. And apparently it pleased him to please her. He moved her hips to and fro on his hard, thick length, manipulating her until his crown stroked against the most sensitive spot, deep inside her.
She cried out, pressing her bare feet to the ground and arching her hips.
“There, sweetheart?” he murmured, rocking against that spot with a slow, sensual motion.
“Yes, yes, oh yes.” On a low, long moan, she let her eyes drift shut.
He seemed inexhaustible, gradually increasing his speed, fucking her endlessly there on the soft grass, in the spill of brilliant moonlight. He seemed to become harder, to swell thicker. Pressing all the most sensitive spots more intensely. Pleasure trembled through her, a letting go, a surrendering to him. To his will. His pounding cock. Her insides melted into pure ecstasy unlike anything she’d experienced before.
If she could, she would merge into him. Forever.
“Oh God.” His voice carried to her, seeming from far away. A fierce shudder racked his tall, powerful frame. He shouted, harshly. His seed pumped into her body, his knob thudding against her womb. The hot, fierce jets of his juices into her deepest recesses was the most sensual, satisfying thing she’d known. She opened her mouth and gave a long, soft wail, her insides melting again, dissolving into ecstasy.
With a final groan, he fell against her, his weight pressing her. She could barely breathe yet the feel of him on her was heaven. Long moments passed as his heavy panting slowed.
He shifted his weight to his arm propped on the ground, then cupped her face with his other hand. He looked down and the radiance of his smile was matched only by the softness in his eyes.
She smiled back. Never had she felt so close to anyone. The joy of their shared pleasure filled her. She put her hands to his head, touching his mussed dark chestnut hair and laughed.
His answering laugh echoed deep. Her spirit lightened as it had not done in years and she realised this was the first time she had heard him laugh. He looked young, free, unrestrained.
“Lovely, lovely Rose.” He lowered his head, his beautiful green eyes holding hers. He put his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, lingeringly.
His taste…oh dear Lord, his taste—she would never get enough of it. Nor of the rough stubble on his cheek, scraping hers. She kissed him back, giving him every ounce of her energy until she was forced to push him away. She gulped for air.
He left her and went a space away to relieve himself.
The sweat on her body began to cool rapidly in the gentle breeze. Viscous wet seeped between her legs and her inner thighs rubbed stickily together.
Seed.
Her heart seemed to stop. Images flashed in her mind. His mouth on hers, his cock thrusting roughly into her. The feel of his narrow hips pressed between her thighs as she rode him fast and furious—
Their laying together was no longer a beautiful dream come true but a serious reality and one she did not want to pay the consequences for. Always in London, she’d had her herbs to protect her against conception. Well, she didn’t have any now and didn’t know how to procure them without bringing suspicion on herself.
What had she done? Her heart started again, slamming against her ribcage. Lord above, what had she done? She bolted to a sitting position.
His touch on her shoulders startled her.
She looked up into his face. His brows were drawn in an expression of utmost concern.
“Sweetheart, what troubles you?” His deep voice vibrated through her.
“What have I done? Oh Lord, what have I done?”
He embraced her. “Don’t fret yourself so. I claim the sin. I’m to blame.”
“It’s not the sin I fear but the earthly consequences.”
His expression sobered. “Oh.”
“Oh,” she replied. Yea, men rarely thought of the risks to a woman when they were intent on their pleasure.
The night creatures chirped in the silence. What if he had impregnated her? Her stomach began to ache. What had come over her to play the harlot?