He neared the side of the bed where her head lay and stroked her golden curls. She prayed he didn’t realize she was awake. Lily murmured and then sleepily opened her eyes. The second she took in the nearness of his handsome face, her breathing sped up and she licked her lips. Richard groaned following her pink tongue’s darting movement with his gaze. This man did things to her no one had before. Then reality struck.
Lily’s heart slammed against her ribs, trying to break out. As she feared—this was no dream. Richard stood in front of her, warmth exuding from his face, stroking her hair like a lover would. Her mind raced, but then she realized that’s exactly what he’d become, her lover—even though they hadn’t actually made love to her knowledge. No, she admonished. She would have remembered that, sleep draught or not. Her dreams had been far too vivid and now she knew why.
Inside Lily debated her plan of attack. She should just rise out of bed and demand an explanation. Richard reached over and palmed her breasts, plumping them. Lily’s skin prickled then heated, her nipples jutted and began to throb. She sucked in a surprised breath. Even though he’d done the same thing to her earlier in the carriage and in her dreams, everything had changed the moment he crossed the threshold.
They were now in her bedchamber where the lines of impropriety had been all but erased. As far as the ton was concerned, her virtue was probably bordering on non-existent after she’d allowed Richard to parade her around at the balls.
Could the gossips have discovered their encounters? What if Richard had been seen entering the house tonight… or all those other nights?
Lily considered the implications, like she deliberated everything else, with a level head. Despite her body’s wanton displays she could still reason. If the ton already considered her lost, then she might as well be hung for a sheep and skip the lamb altogether. Lily arched up, weaving her hands around Richard’s neck and through his mahogany hair, coaxing him toward her. He did not resist. His lips came crashing down upon hers, ravenous.
Her body responded immediately, like flame to oil, increasing in intensity. Lily felt moisture flood her channel. Richard’s hands kneaded her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumb and forefinger until she feared she’d go mad. She broke the kiss and tore at his clothes.
“Give me a moment, my love. I will remove the coat for you.” Richard proceeded to remove his coat, shirt, and cravat, then laid them on a chair near the hearth.
Lily stared transfixed as if truly seeing him for the first time. In her dream, she’d looked upon his wide muscled chest, but now without any impairment he was magnificent, perfect in every facet. Hard planes and marbled ridges carved out his abdomen. He had a light sprinkling of hair between the flat disc nipples and a darker vee leading like a secret pathway past a vicious scar into his breeches. Heaven help her, Lily wanted to see where that trail ended.
In her dreams, he’d always been careful to leave his breeches and Hessians on. Why, she wasn’t sure. Had he been protecting her virtue? Surely not. Tonight she decided to see if she could coax him into removing the final items, revealing the whole man, the one she’d only caught glimpses of on their carriage rides. He moved closer. Lily ran her hands down his chest, taking care to trace every rib, scar, and indentation with her fingertips. He flinched, nostrils flaring, when she reached the vee she’d been fascinated by.
She fluttered her eyes, attempting to appear slightly disoriented. Too much so and he’d back away. “Richard I want… “ she croaked. “I want to see all of you.” The performance she put on could have shamed the finest courtesan. Lily felt like a woman possessed, especially seeing the way Richard’s eyes lit up as she coaxed.
Richard gulped, staring down at the siren who surely led him to his death on the shores. Her tousled golden hair gave her a wanton look. Her lips were swollen from the ferociousness of his kiss. Her chest rose and fell with each bated breath she took, giving him an unimpaired view of the swells of her full breasts. He told himself he needed to protect her virtue and that she really didn’t know what she asked of him, but those excuses weren’t holding up tonight. He’d tasted her willingly in the carriage and now here she sat before him all but begging for his cock. How could he tell her no?
Lily took the choice from him when her hands snaked down and unfastened the buttons on his breeches. Her small fingers slid around his cock before Richard could think. She squeezed and then explored the length of him. Richard’s breath came out in a hiss as he fought to keep his hands from snatching her up. Her eyes sought his.
“Do you like this?” she asked, her blue orbs sparkling in the firelight.
Richard groaned, then nodded unable to speak.
She ran her hand up his cock, swiping at the pearly moisture glistening on the end, seemingly enthralled. Richard trembled and closed his eyes. Lily continued to stroke his shaft up and down, circling. The sensation was enough to drive him to his knees. He was about to shout his surrender when he felt moisture enclose his cock. Richard’s eyes flew open in time to see Lily wrap her lips around his crown. Her hands continued their movement, but she’d added a delicate flicking of her tongue.
Every good intention, noble thought, righteous action was wiped clean from Richard’s head. His sole focus beaded in on the circling movements Lily tortured him with. His hands sank into her hair as she took him deeper, sucking his cock in as far as she could.
From her tentative and slightly clumsy actions, he could tell she’d never experienced this interaction with another man. Although innocent, she seemed to act on instinct, repeating what she’d seen him do, and he found her to be quite an apt pupil. Richard’s balls drew up, if he didn’t make her stop he’d spill his fluids inside of her mouth. He forced himself to pull away.
“Wh—did I do something wrong?” Her brows furrowed as she released him.
He shook his head and placed a kiss upon her forehead. “No, my love, you’ve done everything perfect,” he whispered against her skin.
“Then why did you not let me continue, after all this is my dream?”
Richard snorted, imagining an emphasis on the last two words that couldn’t have been there. “Because I’d like the evening to last a little longer and I’ve yet to have my fill of the taste of you.”
Lily gasped, her skin flushing pink.
“Help me remove your gown.” Richard unbuttoned her night dress with a little
assistance from Lily.
Her shaking fingers fumbled with the material, but he attributed that to the fact she’d taken the sleep draught and had never truly done this before. Richard divested Lily of her gown in a matter of minutes. She sat before him in all her naked glory. He didn’t know why he’d chosen to remove her clothes tonight of all nights, but he felt guided by a stronger instinct. There was something different about Lily tonight, something he couldn’t quite place his finger upon. He almost broke his resolve and purposely read her mind, but at the last minute couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Richard laid her gown next to his shirt, then sat to remove his boots and breeches. He’d foregone the use of drawers this evening and every other since he’d first visited Lily. Within seconds he stood naked before her. Lily gasped, her heated gaze roamed from his chest to the nest of curls between his legs, latching upon his jutting cock.
“Richard, I fear that other than my mouth there is nary a place that will fit within my body.” Her eyes widened as he walked toward her. Lily’s gaze never left his shaft.
Richard cupped her chin and tilted it up to his face. “Rest assured your body was made for mine. Of that, have no doubt.”
He kissed her thoroughly, plundering her mouth, ravishing her lips, enticing her passion. Once again Lily grew breathless. Richard feathered kisses over her jaw, down her neck, until he could latch onto her breast. Her rose-colored nipple stabbed upward into his mouth as he nibbled, skimming the rigid flesh, whisking it with his tongue.
Lily arched into his mouth and grasped his hair, pulling him flush against h
er. Richard let her settle him upon her body, overwhelmed by the sensation of their nakedness. He’d waited so long to see her like this, feel her. Lily’s skin scalded his flesh, setting his blood afire.
Richard released her nipple and found her mouth again, crushing her full breasts to his chest. She opened for him and he surged deep, probing her mouth like he longed to probe her virgin channel. Her lips, plump and swollen, her lids heavy, he absorbed her essence.
She kissed him, scraping her nails along his back and down his sides. Her fingertips seared Richard, permanently branding his soul as hers. His cock lay nestled, like eggs in a nest, in the golden curls of her pussy. If he were staked this moment, he’d die a happy vampire.
Lily wiggled, enjoying the heavy weight of his body pressed upon hers. The dreams had been devastating but the reality was more so. He was fire and iron, his skin cool to her fingertips despite the flames licking out from his touch. Moisture pooled, gathering at her woman’s center and her stomach started to flutter. His thick shaft pressed against her belly, its satiny hardness druggingly addictive.
Her skin felt as if it were on fire, her nipples ached, the hidden bundle of nerves between her thighs throbbed. She needed more, wanted more, and knew Richard could give it to her, if she could just convince him to do so.
She shifted her hips, bucking against his cock. Richard’s breath seized, breaking the embrace. “Lily, you are driving me to madness. I fear my control hangs by a thread.”
Lily smiled, taking care to keep her gaze averted. “I wish for more.” She could tell without looking that his eyes roamed over her face.
“You know not what you ask for.” Every muscle in Richard’s body stiffened.
Lily glanced up into his obsidian orbs. “I ache for I know not what, but I do know that you alone can soothe this malady.”
Richard swallowed hard. His expression changed as he appeared to war with his emotions. His sharp features filled with pain and longing. “Lily, please… “ It was a plea.
“I want you, my lord. All of you.” She reached her hand between their bodies and began to stroke his length.
He caught her gaze and stilled her hand at the same time. “Are you certain? Once this occurs there will be no turning back.”
She stared back at him, unwavering. “I’ve never been more certain.”
Richard knew she’d taken the sleeping draught, the proof lay on the table. She did not know of what she spoke, but something in him demanded release. Lily had agreed to be his wife, only formalities remained. He needed to have her, all of her.
Richard took a deep breath and slid down her body until his head rested between her spread thighs. He inhaled her womanly fragrance, delirious. Her moist pussy glistened in the firelight. He ran a finger along her slit, his knuckle came back covered in dew. He brought the finger to his mouth and slowly sucked on it, savoring, his gaze never leaving Lily’s face.
Lily’s lips parted and her eyes widened as he replaced his finger with his tongue. Her lids fluttered and then fell, her body shuddering beneath his mouth.
“I so love the taste of you,” he purred against her skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Richard could hear her heart speed up, tramping double time in her chest. Her silky skin flushed a delicate shade of pink and her nipples pebbled. He parted her petals and found the hidden pearl beneath. Richard coaxed her clit with his teeth, nibbling the tender flesh until it sprung forward, engorging with rapturous blood. He sucked the nub between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, like the flutter of hummingbird’s wings. Lily’s body bowed, quivering beneath his hands as Richard held her in place.
“You are like the sweetest honey. Your succulent juices beckon me inside.”
Her breath came out in pants as she drew taut, nearing her release. He licked and tasted, absorbing her drugging nectar like a fervored bee. She intoxicated him—drunk from her essence tonight he’d stake his claim. Lily thrashed upon the bed, moaning incoherently. Richard speared her with his tongue. Suddenly she stiffened, her muscles locking up a second before collapsing in a chain of spasms. Lily let out a muffled cry. Richard continued to drink at her feminine well, lapping up her release.
“Richard, please,” she gasped.
As soon as the last wave rolled through her body he was above her, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. Richard clenched his jaw as he fought not to surge forward like a rutting boar. Lily’s eyes opened, desire swam in her blue depths. He kissed her tenderly.
“Are you sure?” he asked again breathlessly, praying to all that was holy that if she
said the word no he’d be able to stop.
Lily trembled, tracing his lips with her fingertips. “I’m sure.”
With that Richard pressed forward, filling her entrance. Her eyes bugged as he stretched her wider. “I don’t think it’s going to fit, Richard.” Fear tinged her voice.
“Trust me,” he whispered, his breath stirring the hair at the side of her head as he kissed her ear.
He pushed further, her vise-like walls clamping down on him as he encountered her feminine barrier. Richard stilled. “This is going to hurt, but only for a moment. It is how things are supposed to be. I shall try to make it as painless as possible. Do you trust me?” He groaned the question.
Lily bit her bottom lip and nodded. Richard took a breath and then surged forward, seating himself fully inside of her. Lily shrieked. His lips came down upon hers stifling her uncensored cry. He froze, holding himself perfectly still inside of her. Lily’s breathing came out in gulps as Richard ended the embrace. He stared at her face, attempting to gauge whether she was ready for him to move.
“Are you all right?” Concern marred his voice.
She shifted. He knew she was trying to accommodate his size. He bucked his hips. Lily gasped reflexively, as if anticipating the pain to return. “It no longer hurts.”
Richard smiled. “Your body already recognizes mine.”
His movements started small at first a slight roll of his hips, a gentle thrust in and out, until her body adjusted. Soon Lily’s hips lifted to join his. Richard groaned and slid forward spearing her deep. Lily’s breath hitched, but this time desire replaced discomfort. Richard glided upward, merging with her inner sanctum. His hands found her nipples and his mouth devoured hers.
Rippling muscles bunched as he moved, delving deeper. He embedded his cock inside her body, rocking her as they merged again and again. Lily’s hands reached down and gripped his ass, holding him firmly to her. Her soft moans filled the air as their need grew from tentative to frenzy. She met him stroke for stroke, prodding him with her body in unrestrained enthusiasm.
“I am your slave from this moment forward.” He growled. “Command me, as you wish. I’ll do your bidding without question.”
A groan escaped Richard’s throat as he increased his speed, no longer able to hold back. Lily gasped her second release. The exquisite sound of her release was music to his ears, and also the catalyst that sent Richard over the edge. He plunged inside with thrusting possession, bucking and arching, colliding with her hips in perfect rhythm. His body pounded and rocked, surging and ebbing like a torrential ocean tide. She undulated beneath him, taking all he had to give and more. In and out he slipped, riding her hard, releasing all the tension that had built up over the week, inside her willing body. Richard massaged her waist before clamping her hips and buttocks beneath him. The beast inside him roared.
He buried his cock inside her cunt, fucking her relentlessly. With each thrust he demanded that she accept him. His need drove him until they collided a final time, merging as one. Lily’s body enwrapped him, scorching, milking. Richard’s hips jerked violently as he emptied his fluid inside her.
His mind was a mixture of guilt and pure male satisfaction, guilt because he’d taken Lily while she’d been under the effects of a draught and satisfaction because he’d finally gotten to claim what was his rightfully. Whether she realized it or not, he�
�d never let her go, not now—not ever. She was his and he was hers.
They lay for several moments listening to each other breathe. Sweat covered Lily’s body. Her skin tingled and the ache between her legs had been well and thoroughly driven out. Her muscles melted beneath his weight. Richard rose up on his elbows and looked down upon her face.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Lily felt warmth flood her face.
“Flowers I daresay would wilt in your presence, their beauty pale in comparison to yours.” He brushed her hair away from her face with a fingertip. “You have given me the greatest gift this night and I shall treasure it in my heart, always.”
Tears sprang to Lily’s eyes and she swallowed hard, his words, coupled with the internal discomfort was too much for her to bear. It became more and more difficult to feign her drugged state. She wanted to tell Richard that despite the outrageousness of his visits she still loved him. But she couldn’t, not now, because it would break the wonderful spell they were under.
Richard wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “I have injured you. Allow me to ease your discomfort.” He didn’t wait for Lily to answer before he slid down and began lapping at the wetness between her legs, taking extra care around swollen folds. In his chest he made little growling noises.
Lily concentrated on the rumbling sound. The pain started to fade instantly, his tongue having almost a numbing effect. He continued until the original discomfort was but a distant memory. Richard kissed her leg then rose up to face her once again.
“I must go now, my love.” He kissed her tenderly, as if savoring her mouth. “It will be dawn soon and you need your rest.”
Lily glanced out the window. The stars were bright in the night sky. She didn’t know what time it was but it certainly didn’t look anywhere near dawn. She dismissed the thought as unimportant. It wouldn’t do for Richard to be seen climbing out of her window. As much as she wanted him to stay until morning, she knew it was best that he leave.
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