With a wildness she did not want to contain, Constance returned his kiss, trembling at the heat that coiled deep between her thighs. Their tongues tangled wildly, and she met him stroke for stroke, nip for nip. His kiss consumed her, need for him overwhelmed, and desire roared inside, beating in her veins like a fever. Her hands clasped and kneaded the muscled strength of his shoulders, then traveled to the dark luxuriance of his hair. She pulled the tie that held his hair in place, and thrust her fingers through his silky strands. She felt feverish and desperate.
His lips pulled from hers, and he trailed scalding kisses along her throat to the top of her exposed breasts. He tugged at laces of her dress, untying her corset with trembling fingers, revealing a thin chemisette. As he stared, her breasts got heavier and her nipples stabbed through the thin layers of her now soaked chemisette.
“Exquisite,” he murmured softly, then dipped his head and sucked her through her clothes. Constance cried out, bucking sharply into his arms. Enflamed by his raw hunger, her body surged wantonly against him. His hands drew up the wet folds of her gown and his fingers unerringly found the slit in her drawers. He thrust two fingers deep inside of her and a moan broke low in her throat.
“You are so wet for me,” he murmured around the nipple that he teased between his teeth.
She quaked, caught in a storm of passion. She was sinfully wet and she cared not if she was behaving scandalously.
He lifted his head. “Do you want me?”
A quiver of anticipation sliced through her. “Always,” she promised.
“Night after night, you’ve haunted my dreams.” He pressed a series of sensual little nips against her lips while they caught their breath. “I want to give you everything,” he said, then he found her mouth again in a sweet, gentle kiss.
He withdrew from her and swung her fully into his arms and walked with her to the conservatory. She buried her face into his neck, hiding from the stinging rain until he slipped inside. Her heart clamored and deep excitement hummed inside of her. From the need thrumming from him she knew what would happen when they reached inside. She wanted it. She wanted him. The rain fell in earnest, but Constance was not cold. She burned, more from the desire coursing through her, than from the roaring fire in the hearth. Without speaking, she removed her soaked dress with his aid, petticoats and drawers, the silence drowning her with anticipation. When she stood before him naked, his gaze was a slow heated caress as it ran over her with possessive hunger.
He stepped back, stripped of his clothing, and she watched him with shameless desire. She had never seen an undressed man in all her years, and he was splendid. Powerful shoulders and chest adorned with black curls of hair formed a thin line from his sculptured chest, then arrowed down in a silken line over his hard, taut stomach. All that she had ever been curious about was bared to her gaze. Her mouth went dry at the large part of him that jutted toward her so boldly. She was enthralled with the sheer beauty of his body, its hardness and obvious strength. “You are beautiful, Lucan,” she said on a gasp.
A pleased sensual smile curved his lips. “Do you know what I am going to do to you?”
“No.” Though she had a fairly good idea from where he had touched and kissed her before.
“I am going to lay you on the chaise, and the first place I am going to kiss is between those thighs of yours. I have missed your sweet taste.” His gaze moved possessively over her body. “I am going to splay your legs over my shoulders and unravel you as you ride my tongue.”
Heat twisted her stomach in painful but exquisite knots. Ride his tongue? The imagery was enough to have dampness gathering between her thighs. A gentle breeze blew through the room, cooling the fire in her veins.
“And when you are ready for me,” he gripped the hard, thick part of him that jutted out to her so proudly. “I am going to join us together.”
Constance wasn’t sure if she should be alarmed or intrigued. But before she could debate, he was there gathering her in his arms and laying her on the chaise and covering her like a warm sensual blanket. He then did exactly as he promised. He splayed her legs over his shoulders and kissed her there. His tongue dipped, licked, and caressed, both sensually teasing and passionately ravishing. He alternately sucked on her nub of pleasure until she thought she would expire from the exquisite torment, then flicked his tongue lower, devastating her with slow licks. She moaned helpless with pleasure, her body sensitized, shivering and trembling under the breath-taking assault of his erotic kiss against her core.
As if impatient for her, Lucan rose over her, lowering her legs to anchor at his hips. Acting on sheer instinct, she wrapped her legs high around the middle of his back and arched her hips. A blunt pressure pressed at her entrance, and he started to enter her. He sank deep and a startled moan of discomfort was wrenched from her. She stiffened at the bite of pain. Before she could question it he took her lips with tender ferocity. “Forgive me for the pain this will cause. It will be this one time, I promise.” His lips claimed hers in a deeper kiss, and at the same time his hips flexed in a powerful move and he thrust into her fully.