The Irish Devil

by Diane Whiteside

  He explored her with his lips, worshipping her wordlessly. He kissed and laved her ear, then the sensitive spot just below on her neck. He lingered there, awakening her senses in the fashion she enjoyed so well. A little scrape of his teeth over her pulse caused her to moan his name as her arms came up to welcome him.

  His hand curved over her breasts as he returned to her ear. She shuddered and shifted under him, lifting up to meet his caresses. Her breasts firmed and her nipples hardened under the rich cloth.

  His breathing became harsher as his own nipples stiffened in response. “Mo mhùirnìn,” he growled as his rough finger slipped under her dress to find her skin’s silk.

  “William,” she gasped. Her fingers threaded into his hair as her breathing became ragged.

  He shivered and returned to her mouth. Long moments passed before his fingers returned to her clothing. Then he undressed her with all the expertise he’d gained in a lifetime without her, the skills that would now be bent toward her alone. He removed her garments smoothly, far more interested in the woman he explored and pleasured than the outer shell demanded by society.

  She groaned, her little cries telling him how much she enjoyed his attentions. Rich blood colored her breasts, speaking clearly of her carnal excitement.

  His mouth lingered there for a long while, tracing every muscle and vein. Her nipples bloomed for him and he rewarded them, licking and nibbling. Finally he suckled her, using the deep pulls she so loved.

  She arched off the bed convulsively and sobbed his name. He repeated the caress over and over again, his hand fondling her other breast in the same rhythm. He switched sides, making sure he incited both equally. She shuddered and moaned, then found a peak of rapture.

  William smiled quietly, triumphantly. He’d be happy to feed her delight for years to come. Sarah could be correct, that Viola only needed to add a few pounds in order to gain the strength to conceive children. But he was in no hurry to see that happen. He’d rather have her than risk her life for a houseful of sons or daughters.

  He eased her wedding dress off and tossed it carelessly onto the chair.

  Viola murmured something, likely an objection.

  He nuzzled her sweet shoulder, then asked, “Did you say something, sweetheart?”

  “Nothing of importance,” she sighed and ran her hands down his back. “Except, perhaps, you seem to be overdressed for this occasion.”

  He rumbled his appreciation of her hint and stood up to discard his clothes as rapidly as possible. A small hand fondled his ass when he bent to step out of his trousers.

  William looked over his shoulder at her quizzically. “Yes, wife?”

  She blushed and smiled, the image of demureness except for her fingers’ boldness. “Just inspecting my new property, husband. It’s remarkably fine.”

  He threw back his head and laughed. “I’m glad to hear it receives your approval, sweetheart.”

  Seconds later, he faced her without a stitch on. “Still satisfactory, wife?”

  “Very much so. Very much indeed.” She rested her hand on his belly, then delicately slid her fingers up the thin line of hair to his chest.

  His cock, already erect, jerked and grew still more. A single drop glistened on its tip, then slid down toward his aching balls. He sucked in his breath.

  She purred and kissed his hip. “Beautiful.”

  “Temptress,” he retorted, and automatically started to reach for a condom.

  Then he froze, shocked by a new idea: he had no need for any of those tonight. For the first time in his life, his cock would feel a woman’s pussy and not a man-made contraption designed to prevent pregnancy and disease.

  “What is it?” Viola whispered. “Why did you stop?”

  “I don’t need a condom.” His voice was rough and his hands shook slightly.

  She frowned. “I don’t understand.”

  “My cock has never touched a woman’s pussy before. There’s always been a condom over it.”

  “I’m your first?”

  He nodded. “Perhaps I’m the virgin tonight.”

  She blinked, then smiled slowly. Female triumph lit her eyes. “Oh, mo mhùirnìn, tonight is the beginning of both our lives. And you are taking entirely too much time.”

  He chuckled hoarsely as he rejoined her on the bed. He moved faster this time to remove her clothes until she could meet him, bare skin to bare skin. Their mouths fused as his hand delved between her legs.

  She was rich with dew, her sweet folds gliding over his fingers. Her clit stood proudly free of its hood, and ripe for carnal fulfillment as her musk scented the air. He tested her opening with one finger, then two, then three.

  His balls were heavy, aching for her warmth. His skin was hot and tight, as if desperate to burst.

  Viola shuddered with eagerness as her channel quivered. The hard peaks of her nipples stabbed his chest.

  He took his cock in a shaking hand and brought it to her. He growled as her wetness flowed over him and seeped into his pores. Words utterly failed him.

  He rubbed himself over her pussy, as his most sensitive flesh discovered every contour and texture of her. His cock swelled and his balls tightened further until he thought the feel of her would drive him insane.

  She moaned and her head fell back. Her body writhed as her hips circled, seeking to bring him closer.

  He entered her slowly, shuddering as he fought for discipline. Some distant corner of his brain suggested he should take his time and explore every nuance of her sweet pussy. But the pulse building at the base of his spine and in his cock was more urgent and demanding.

  “William, ah, dear heart,” she groaned.

  “Dear God, Viola,” he growled at the needy sound of her voice. His control snapped and he roared his intense pleasure as his cock surged into her. He lay still for a short moment, with every fraction of his cock tightly embraced by her hot channel, and a few shudders rising up his body from where they were joined. He’d never felt the kiss of a woman’s pussy hair against his balls like this, without a ribbon or condom between them.

  “Mo cheannsa,” he groaned, a statement of possession and love for all eternity.

  Then his hips began to move.

  He rode her with the passion of a lifetime, driving in and out of her like a madman. Blood pounded through him as its beat echoed in bone and sinew.

  She wrapped herself around him with her legs snug around his hips. She sobbed and gasped and arched into his every movement. Her pussy stretched to hold him as it overflowed with dew in welcome. The muscles he’d trained tightened around his cock on every thrust. Wet slaps echoed through the room as their bodies worked together.

  Viola clawed his back as she surged up against him. She keened her pleasure as rapture burst through her. Her pussy rippled and convulsed around him.

  Her ecstasy ripped him free of his last tie to earth.

  Orgasm shot through his cock and up his spine, shaking him until he went blind from wonder. He howled in ecstasy as he poured his seed into her.

  Sometime later, he woke enough to pull a sheet over them both. She muttered and buried her face against his chest, rejecting any reminder of the outside world.

  He kissed the top of her head. “Love you, wife.”

  “Love you, too, husband.”

  Author’s Note

  Fort McMillan, the Golconda Mine in Arizona, and the town of Rio Piedras are entirely fictional creations, although I have tried to be as accurate as possible. All errors are strictly my doing.

  A list of textual sources is available on my website at www.dianewhiteside.com.

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  Devilish temptation is just around the corner…

  THE RIVER DEVIL

  His desires couldn’t be trusted.

  Hal Lindsay is a decorated Union Navy hero and a riverboat captain who has built an empire around his Misso
uri River steamboats. Yet deep inside him lurks the pain of a dark, vicious past—one that has him determined never to marry and have children. It’s far better to live alone, finding carnal comfort in the arms of women who will do anything as long as the price is right—women with nothing at stake, like the sensual innocent currently masquerading as an experienced gambler aboard his boat, the Cherokee Belle. For once, Hal wants more—much more…and that is a very dangerous thing…

  Her presence was sheer temptation…

  Rosalind Schuyler is appalled to be unmasked by Hal—and frightened as well. The prominent New York railroad heiress is in disguise and on the run to escape marriage to a man who would kill to gain her fortune. Now it seems she’s in danger of a different kind. For Hal Lindsay is like no man she’s met before. One minute, he’s kind as a brother, hiding her from those searching night and day for her. The next, he’s a pure masculine animal, taking her to his bed and beyond what she thought were the limits of her desire. Everything he does, she wants more of, but what she wants most, she knows he can never give…

  Their passion was beyond control…

  Now, as the Belle makes its way down a treacherously swollen Missouri River, picking up friends and enemies along the way, Rosalind and her River Devil are caught up in a current of passion, desire, and danger with no way back and no way out…

  Nothing she’d heard or done before had prepared her for her lover feasting on her like a fruit sorbet. Especially when he was blatantly aroused and the clock suggested only a few minutes had passed since he’d so magnificently spent himself.

  Rosalind moaned at one particularly devilish swirl of his tongue. And found herself wondering if she’d be able to walk in the morning, given this man’s evident appetites.

  It was a very long time, more filled with rapture than she’d have deemed possible, before his mouth moved up her body. When he finally let sleep claim her, she did so restlessly, made uneasy by her first time sharing a bed with a man. She tossed and turned, slipping in and out of dreams. Then the nightmare returned, sending her back to her guardian’s yacht on the afternoon everything changed….

  THE SOUTHERN DEVIL

  Even a perfect gentleman has a little devil in him.

  Once an orphaned and starving Confederate war veteran, Morgan Evans is now a wealthy man respected for both his business acumen and chivalrous Southern manners. He would be the perfect catch for any woman, but only one holds his constant attention. Jessamyn Tyler Evans has been his obsession since the time she derailed one of his spy missions by holding him hostage in her bed for days. Her innocent explorations awakened a fierce hunger inside the young Morgan, and the passion and intimacy they shared frightened them both. Jessamyn spurned Morgan for his cousin, and Morgan vowed that someday he would drive her as wild with desire as she had driven him. Now Jessamyn has returned. The payback has begun…

  Jessamyn has an obsession of her own: hunting for a legendary family treasure in the hills of Colorado. To do so, the spirited widow needs a husband, and Morgan Evans is only too happy to join her masquerade for a price: She must submit to being his, body and soul, surrendering herself to whatever he demands. It’s a devil’s bargain to be sure.

  Their union is as treacherous as it is passionate—and the only thing they can trust. Searching for a treasure that may not exist—a treasure others would kill for—two lovers are moving deeper into unmarked territory, where no threat is more perilous than everything they feel…

  He trailed his fingers slowly down her cheek, leaving tendrils of heat behind. How could he have this effect on her with just his voice and a teasing touch?

  He smiled down at her, all hot eyes and white teeth. “I told you the next time we were alone, after the War, that I would do what I wanted to do with you. That you would be the one crying out in hunger and ecstasy. Correct?”

  Jessamyn nodded slowly. “You did say that.”

  He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered, eyes fixed on his.

  He kissed her forehead and nuzzled her cheek. His voice hardened subtly as he whispered in her ear. “That you’d be the one promising anything, in exchange for another touch, not me. True?”

  Jessamyn swallowed hard but told the truth. “Yes.”

  He lifted her chin with a single finger, his other hand lightly clasping her waist, and let her clearly see his determination. “You’re mine now. I’ve spent years studying, practicing ways to drive you insane with lust.”

  Jessamyn closed her eyes, shaking, and strongly wished she knew someone else who could take her into those mountains.

  He touched his tongue to her lips, teased them open. Breathed lightly into her mouth until she sighed and relaxed slightly. Sucked gently on her lips until her whole mouth was open and yearning for him. Then his tongue entered her, swirling over her teeth, teasing her tongue, twining and dancing with it.

  She moaned softly and stretched up to meet his kiss, utterly absorbed. He kissed as if they had all the time in the world, as if days and weeks and months could go by while he learned the taste and shape and feel of her mouth.

  THE NORTHERN DEVIL

  Every woman needs a devil by her side.

  Rachel Davis would rather risk death than remain a prisoner of the ruthless man intent on gaining her inheritance. Trapped on a private train with the villain, she makes a desperate bid for escape and runs into the arms of an unlikely savior. Aristocratic, arrogant, and deeply cynical about love, Lucas Grainger is her last choice for a husband—even a husband of convenience. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Taking Lucas to bed and submitting to his tender, hungry desires may be her only hope…

  Lucas Grainger has sworn never to take a wife, but he’s not about to let anyone else marry Rachel. He has his own reasons for marrying the gentle, quick-witted widow, reasons she need not know. But holding Rachel night after night awakens deeper hungers than he has ever known, and a calculated marriage soon yields to a blissful, blinding—and dangerous—passion. For if Rachel knew who Lucas really was—of the dark secrets that haunt him—she’d never choose him as her protector…

  Theirs is a union both erotic and enduring, and any man who tries to part Lucas from the woman he loves will have the devil to pay…

  He whispered against her ear, his warm breath fanning her cheek. “It’s time for our private feast. Oysters? Cheese? Chocolate?”

  He caressed her again, the barest movement of his fingertips against her jaw, his hooded gaze scorching. “Or another taste of my wife?”

  She blinked and ran her tongue over her lips, even as her brain tried to come back to life. They’d never discussed what he liked to do in the bedroom. “Lucas, perhaps we could talk a little—”

  He raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “Talk? Now? When we can do this instead?”

  His lips claimed hers again. Unable to disagree with his logic, Rachel moaned and arched against him, her mouth opening farther, her tongue twining with his. His kisses’ rhythm swirled through her, washing away all consciousness of anything else. Her pulse began to throb softly, regularly to the same beat. Deep within her core, a soft, rich fire shimmered into life, magically linked to his lips and her breasts.

  He left her mouth, to her groaned disappointment, and tasted her face, kissing her cheeks, nuzzling her forehead, delicately nibbling her nose. “You’re a passionate woman, Mrs. Grainger, and a very sweet one. I need to taste every inch of you.”

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