With love.
“What are you saying, Blake?” she asked, her voice a tremulous whisper.
Blake pushed a tendril of her hair behind her ear, then cradled her cheek with his palm. “I’m saying that I have fallen head-over-heels in love with you, Bianca. You’re all that I think about. All that I’ve dreamed about for so, so long, ever since I first saw you here in this very room at my interview. And, if you truly want me, I will most happily be your husband.”
Wild joy blazed through Bianca’s heart, fizzed through her blood like champagne bubbles. She had to blink away tears so that she could see Blake’s handsome, smiling face. “Harry Blake. You have made me so very happy.”
“I intend to make you even happier right now, my bella,” Blake murmured, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. He brought his other hand up to cup her face then slanted his mouth over hers in a lush yet gentle kiss; a soft sliding of lips and tangling of tongues and melding of breath. A kiss that proclaimed love.
Breathless, her hands clasping his bare shoulders, Bianca at last drew back. “I fear that we are still unequally matched at this point, Harry,” she said softly, running her hands over the bunched muscles of his biceps then across to wander over his heavy pectorals. His nipples contracted and his cock twitched against her and she smiled.
Blake lifted an eyebrow, a smile of wry amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Are you referring to the fact that I am bollock naked, yet you are fully clothed, my love?”
Bianca smiled. “Well, that’s where you are wrong, my dear Mr. Blake.” Deliberately catching her bottom lip with her teeth in a seductive way, she flicked open the five pearl buttons securing her white muslin and lace-trimmed bodice. Parting the fabric, her breasts spilled free.
Blake’s eyes darkened to deep emerald green as they traced over her tingling flesh. He gently circled one of her nipples with a rough fingertip, making her breath catch and hot arousal pulse low in her belly. “Since when did you become so wicked, bella?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Since I paid a visit to Lincolnshire. But you haven’t yet seen the extent of my debauchery, Mr. Blake.”
Blake’s rock-hard cock pushed insistently against her hip. “No?”
Bianca smiled and stood up, kicking off her satin slippers. “No.” Walking with a deliberate sway to her hips, she took a few steps across the hearth rug then sank to the floor. Gaze fixed on his, she leant back, her weight on one arm whilst her other hand pulled up her skirts to reveal her stocking clad legs…and the fact that she wore nothing else at all. Knees bent, she parted her legs so that Blake could see between her thighs to her hot, wet quim.
Features sharpened with avid arousal, Blake rose from his seat and practically prowled towards her. He dropped to his knees between her legs, gripping his cock in his hand. A bead of moisture glistened at the tip. “Sweet Lord, Bianca. You threaten to unman me.”
Bianca’s heart leapt. Good. She wanted to make him wild, make him lose control. Possess her. She slipped her finger between her folds and circled her clitoris, rolling her hips provocatively. Once, twice.
With a low growl, Blake lunged between her thighs and buried his face in her, devouring her pussy with sucking lips and lashing licks of his tongue. She gasped and fell backwards as searing heat roared through her, obliterating all coherent thought. Squirming helplessly, clutching at his head, she keened and moaned her abandoned delight, not caring who in her household heard her. All that mattered was that Blake was pleasuring her, loving her with single-minded intent.
It didn’t take long for her climax to crash over her. Gripping Blake’s shoulders for purchase, Bianca arched her back riding out the firestorm of blazing sensation sweeping through her; until eventually she was reduced to nothing more than a formless, floating creature, adrift in a sea of gently undulating bliss.
When awareness returned, it was to find that Blake was nuzzling her thighs, hips and belly, his hair tickling her still over-sensitive flesh. “My love,” she murmured and pushed her fingers through his spiky locks. “You have devastated me with too much pleasure. I fear I shall never be able to move again.”
She felt Blake’s mouth curve into a grin against her belly before he lifted his head. His rakish, satisfied smile also lit his eyes. “Well, you only have yourself to blame you know, my wicked wife-to-be. You in stockings and no drawers…You should know from past experience what that does to me.”
“Yes,” she smiled hazily, pushing herself up to a half-sitting position, her weight on her outstretched arms behind her. “Which means that you probably still have a raging erection.”
“Guilty as charged.” Blake surged over her, pushing her back down onto the rug. His massive cock, slid against her belly. “It seems we are both quite dissolute, my love.”
“A perfectly matched wanton pair,” she murmured huskily.
Blake grinned down at her. “Like your beautiful breasts.”
The breathless laugh that escaped Bianca, rapidly turned into a ragged moan when Blake began torturing her nipples with his clever mouth and fingers. Her hips rolled and her thighs parted in open invitation for him to take her.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you well again, Bianca?” he growled as he raised himself onto his elbows, the wide, engorged head of his cock nudging at her slick entrance. “Are you ready for me to make you scream?”
“Yes,” she begged, then sucked on his sweat-sheened neck, reveling in his salty taste, inhaling his rich, male animal scent. Blake’s scent. “Make me come.”
“I’ll do more than that,” he murmured thickly, thrusting forward a little more and penetrating her swollen, cream-wet passage. “I’ll make you mine.”
With a deep groan, Blake plunged into her all the way. His thick, steel-hard length filled her so completely, it took her breath her away. Made her sheath begin to quiver.
“Christ,” Blake ground out from between clenched teeth. “The way you grip me, bella…I could die from the pleasure of it, my love.” On a hiss, he withdrew then drove into her again.
Oh God, yes. The friction, the overwhelming fullness inside her was exquisite. Bianca cried out and dug her nails into Blake’s shoulders, drawing blood.
“Yes, my love,” Blake growled roughly, increasing the pace of his powerful thrusts, driving her hard towards the edge of perfect oblivion yet again. “Mark me…Own me.”
Yes, oh yes. Bianca wrapped her legs about him, changing the angle of Blake’s penetration so he went into her harder, deeper, stroked her very womb. She gripped his taut sweat-slick buttocks, urging him to grind against her throbbing clitoris. Pound into her. Claim her.
Blake seized her mouth, plunging his tongue deep, mimicking the thrusts of his swelling cock. He was going to come. She could feel it. Her heart sang knowing her body could bring him to satisfaction. And her womb began to clench. She was nearly there, nearly there…
“Oh, God, I’m going to—” Blake went rigid and pumped into her once, twice more, and then her own reality-shattering orgasm seized her. Her inner passage spasmed around Blake’s pulsating cock. Gripped him, milked him. The waves of absolute ecstasy crashing through her and over her were almost too much to bear.
Through the blinding tumult, Blake kissed her face, her hair, murmured sweet words of love and praise in her ear. When she opened her eyes to look at his beloved face, she had to blink away tears.
“Oh Harry,” she whispered, caressing his jaw with trembling fingers. “I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never been loved this way before. Whatever you want, wherever you want to go, I will take you there.”
“I have everything I want right here in my arms, bella.” Blake lowered his head and kissed her softly and slowly, making her heart flip and her toes curl. “But I would love to hear your thoughts on where you think we should live.”
Bianca smiled. “Well, I’ve always fancied living in a villa in Venice.”
Blake frowned and trailed a finger down her nose. “Hmm. I really
don’t know, Bianca. Now I know that Italian men make you swoon, I’m not so sure…” His mouth kicked into a grin. “How about Wales?”
Bianca shuddered and slapped him playfully on the buttocks. “Are you mad? Who can speak the language? I certainly can’t. And those mountains? Much too rugged and cold. What about Vienna?”
Blake’s mouth twisted into a grimace. “You just complained about the mountains in Wales. But I’m sure Austria has quite a few of those too. How does Paris sound for our honeymoon? And then if we like it, we can stay a while longer. I even speak a little French, you know.”
Bianca smiled. “Tres bien, mon cher, Harry. Paris it is.”
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Acknowledgments
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About the Author
Amy Rose Bennett has always wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. An avid reader with a particular love for historical romance, it seemed only natural to write stories in her favorite genre. She has a passion for creating emotion-packed—and sometimes a little racy—stories set in the Georgian and Regency periods. Of course, her strong-willed heroines and rakish heroes always find their happily ever after.
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