The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell(39)

“No. I don’t want you to stop.” She exhaled shakily.

He went straight for her breasts. His mouth covered a nipple that was ripe like a berry. He rolled it between his teeth before sucking. Her hips undulated, and her hot whimpers raked at his control. He nudged her legs wide and settled between them. Then gave equal attention to her other nipple.

Her cries became more frantic, her hands kneaded his shoulder, and nails dug into his skin. He released her nipple and trailed his fingers down her throat. He shifted and trailed them farther down, resting on her stomach. She quivered beneath him with restless hunger. He skimmed even lower, and her hands tightened painfully in his hair. He combed through her curls and delved into her with two fingers. “I knew you’d be this wet for me,” he murmured against her lips.

He thrust slow and deep, preparing her. Her eyes widened when he opened his fingers inside her, stretching her. Her folds were swollen and slick, and she felt impossibly tight. He trailed his fingers down the crack of her buttocks.

Her tongue darted to her lips hesitantly. “Anthony?”

He reined in the desire that twisted at his gut. He needed to slow down and introduce her to his darker passions gradually. He would take her in every way imaginable, but tonight he would start by riding her into boneless pleasure.

He stroked and caressed her until she was as needy as he was. Her hips squirmed on the bed, demanding his possession. He grabbed a cushion, easing it under her hips, then rose above her.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

He drew her up so her buttocks rested on his thighs. He parted her with his fingers, lodged the head of his cock against her entrance, and sank inside an inch. She felt incredibly tight, too snug for someone who professed experience. She rewarded him with a pulse of silken wetness and a provocative mewl. He sank a little deeper, and she stiffened.

“Relax,” he soothed. Her tightness had him gritting his teeth savagely.

The pale creaminess of her stomach quivered as she met his gaze. Her body resisted despite her slickness, so he ruthlessly stamped down the need to take her in one swift move. She claimed she was not innocent, but he guessed she had no knowledge of what innocent truly meant.

She thought the loss of a virginal barrier meant anything. As her lover he would devastate her sensibilities, and he would not hold back. He wanted to explore all his desires with her for he knew he wanted her as his wife.

He would not allow his bastardy to taint her or their children. He would crush anyone who threatened to allow it to surface.

He groaned as he sank another inch into her. He had never before felt the incredible sensation that arched up his spine and bowed his back. Hell, he was not even a quarter way into her, and he was perilously close to spending. His hips jerked and he sank deeper than he intended.

“Anthony!” Her nails bit into his arms and her hips recoiled into the bed.

“It will be quick.” He forged forward inexorably, needing to be surrounded by her heat.

Her cry echoed in the chamber, and he froze instantly. Sweat rolled down his forehead. He slowly glided out of her, his breath hissing between his teeth. His desire heightened as he saw how her juices glistened on his thick length.

He dropped his forehead against hers, trying to cool his raging hunger. He was not a small man, and he’d always been rough in his desires. But he wanted to give her more than pleasure. He wanted her to know that she would always be comforted, protected, treasured.

That she would always be safe in his arms.

…

Phillipa had never felt such yearning from mere kisses. Yet, she felt instinctively that Anthony restrained himself. The vitality he exuded seemed leashed, and even now she could feel the tension radiating from his muscles.

His girth made it hard for her to relax. The bite of pain with the pleasure when he entered her fully had enthralled her. She rolled her hips, undulating to a need she did not fully understand.

“Anthony,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to be a lover you have to hold back with.”

He froze and looked down at her.

So, she had been right. Her heart stuttered. She was swamped in carnal pleasure and he had been holding back?

Her nipples hardened even more at the look that darkened his eyes. She shivered as his hands tightened almost painfully on her hips.

“I have never felt the way I feel now,” she said with a gasp. “I can feel a heat from you, a craving, and I want it. I want it all.”

His eyes hooded, and she gasped again as he pulled out and shifted down her body. He dipped and sliced his tongue along her slit. His teeth grazed roughly over her aching nub, spiking a deeper desire into her body. He cupped her buttocks in both his palms, tilting her hips and pressing her core to his mouth. His kiss was deep and erotic. He held her under the lash of his tongue, soaking up the hot cries she could not rein in. He feasted, curling his tongue deep inside her, and she spasmed against his mouth.