He dragged his mouth and nose up her throat, loving the way she shuddered in his arms. He flexed his hand in her hair, forcing her face back down, his mouth taking hers. Claiming it in a crushing kiss.
She was eager, ready. Her mouth opened instantly for his and his tongue swept inside, colliding with hers, tasting all her sweetness. All her warmth.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she pushed herself up on his lap so she could straddle him. She settled back down then, pressing her sex against his cock. Even with clothing between them, she scorched him.
Her skirts pooled around them in a giant puddle of silk. His hands roamed her bottom, buried beneath layers of fabric, and he growled, frustrated at the bulk of material in his way. His palms moved around to her front. He yanked her bodice down, not caring at the rip of seams. He tugged down her corset and broke their kiss to look at her. To feast his gaze on the erotic bounty of her breasts spilling free, pushed up high over her corset. His cock jumped against the front of his trousers. Groaning, he bent his head and seized a dusky nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth.
She cried out, arching against him, fingers diving into his hair, urging him on. He sucked and laved her nipple with his tongue and then scraped it with his teeth until it sprang into a hard, distended tip. She went wild in his arms, her hips undulating on him. She knew what was coming now and it made her hotter, ready and eager.
She pulled on his hair, yanking him to her neglected breast. “Camden,” she growled.
“No. Say it, damn it. Say my name.” Camden was his father. And his grandfather and the sire before him. She used to say his name. Long ago. He’d hear it from her lips again.
Her lips pressed into a flirty, mutinous line. “No.”
He smiled slowly. “I’ll hear it from you.”
She shook her head, her dark hair tossing around her.
“Shall I make you?” he said in his most silky voice, stroking a finger so softly against her neglected nipple.
She shivered slightly. “Please . . .”
He arched a dark brow. “Say it.”
“Max,” she choked.
He ducked his head and sucked her into his mouth, loving the sweet taste of her on his tongue. He bit down. Just enough pressure to sting sweetly. She screamed and shuddered, coming apart in his arms.
He couldn’t wait another moment. His hands dove between them, working his trousers open. He was so anxious he was shaking. He freed himself, and then she was there, her hand closing around him.
He cursed and dropped his head back on the squabs at the sensation of her cool fingers around his swollen length.
“Aurelia,” he ground out as her thumb rolled over the tip of him. He lifted his head. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
Her eyes settled on his face. They were beautiful. Clouded and hazy with desire. She smiled slowly. A siren’s smile and she didn’t even know it. Her lips were moist and bruised . . . plumper than usual. They were the kind of lips a man fantasized closing around his cock. He groaned again. He was so hard he actually hurt. He wanted her to do that to him. He wanted to act out his every fantasy with her.
But right now he wanted to be inside her more. He needed to sink inside her. It was as imperative as his next breath.
She rose up on her knees. Then she was guiding him through the slit in her drawers and sinking down, lowering her weight and impaling herself on him.
They moaned simultaneously. Her snug channel hugged him like a fist. And then she started to move, clumsy at first until she gained her own rhythm. She used his shoulders for leverage, fingers digging into his jacket. She pumped over him, stroking him in and out of her.