Awakened by a Kiss (25 page)

She was back to kissing him, trailing hot, wet kisses along his neck. Nicolas closed his eyes. And even though his prick was as stiff as wood and his body achingly aroused once more, his mind balked.
Merde
.
Not now!
He wanted carnal gratification. Not details about the man she’d been with. Not thoughts about what he’d have to do if she turned out to be Leduc. Or how she’d react if instead he had to bring one of her beloved sisters before the King.

And especially—
most especially
—not the guilt over his lies.

He wanted to lose himself in the sweet sensations of her mouth, her touch. He took her hand and brought it to his cock. Her fingers immediately curled around him and gave a little squeeze. The sound of bliss escaped his lips. But as hot pleasure rippled through him, his mind refused to quiet, growing more insistent. Getting louder. And louder.

The next thing he knew, he was staring at her surprised expression; his hands were on her shoulders—and to his astonishment—he was holding her at arm’s length.

Merde
, he’d just pushed her away.

“I need a moment,” he tossed out, climbed off the bed, marched into the antechamber, and closed the doors.

In the antechamber, fire crackled in the hearth, the sound mingling with Nicolas’s ragged breaths. He curled his fingers. Choking on his frustration and rage, he wanted to smash his fist against the wall.
What the hell are you doing? What is the matter with you? She’s so damned desirable
.
She is hungry for it
.
This is no time for a crisis of conscience!

He couldn’t believe he was with a beautiful woman. Naked. Painfully hard. And was actually hesitating to bed her.

Something caught the corner of his eye. The fire from the hearth cast an orange light into the two rooms that stemmed from the one he was in. In one of those rooms, he could clearly see a small writing desk. With several drawers. Some books were on it. As was a crystal inkwell.

“Nicolas?” Anne’s voice grabbed his attention. She stood at the door, and to his disappointment, she’d placed her chemise back on. “Is everything all right?”

No. Never, not ever in his life had he become discomposed—and certainly never with a woman. He was highly disciplined. Trained in combat. Skilled in weapons. And when he wasn’t plotting his next ambitious promotion, he was participating in his favorite pastime—recreational sex.

He liked women. Loved a good tumble.

He didn’t think he could be unraveled—by her or anyone. It horrified him that she had.

Anne approached and, by her expectant expression, was awaiting his response.

“I . . . uh . . .”
Dieu
, he was actually
flustered
. He gnashed his teeth.

Something flickered in her eyes. “Say no more. I know what you’re after.”

He tensed. “You do?”

“Yes. It’s rather obvious.” The knowing look in her eyes made him uneasy.

“It is?” It couldn’t be. How could she possibly know a thing about his mission?

“Of course. It’s why you came in here.” She stepped between him and the rectangular wooden table in the middle of the room. “I know what you’re looking for.”

His eyes narrowed. “And what is it I’m looking for?” He’d be damned if he confessed a thing.

She lifted her brows. “You want me to say it?”

He curled his fingers under her chin. “Say it.”

“The door you’re looking for is over my shoulder—the
Salle de Bain
. You’ll find the chamber pot in there, next to the tub.”

Nicolas froze and blinked. Then he tossed his head back and roared with laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. “You think I need to . . .” He shook his head, unable to finish the sentence, laughter erupting from him again.

Perplexed, she frowned.

It took several moments before he could finally sober up. This was not his typical sexual encounter. It was high time to put an end to his imbecilic behavior.

He picked her up and placed her bottom down on the table behind her. Her eyes widened. Nicolas cradled her face between his palms. “I came in here because you overwhelm me.”

Her eyes softened. “You overwhelm me, too.” She smiled. “And I rather like it. I want to be overwhelmed some more.”

He liked her answer. Actually, there was a lot about her he liked.

“Good. Because I’m going to take you—
slowly
.” Nicolas pulled off her chemise and dropped it onto the table. “Would you like that, Anne? Would you like to be fucked slowly?”

Her breathing had begun to escalate.

“Yes.”

Nicolas reached behind her and slid her derrière closer to the edge of the table. “Show me how wet you are for me.” He took a step back.

She paused, and he got the sense she was wrestling with inhibition.

“Do it,” he prompted softly.

Slowly, she parted her thighs.

“That’s good, Anne. Lean back.”

His heart raced as he watched her place her palms down on the table behind her, her hips now perfectly angled for his viewing pleasure.

Her sex glistened with her juices. Unable to resist, he scored his finger from her moist opening up to her clit, stopping to press on the sensitive nub with enough pressure to make her gasp in delight.

“I’m going to take you right now.” His cock jerked.

“Nicolas . . .” Her thighs trembled. “There’s a bed—”

“Next time.” He hadn’t intended to have her on a hard surface again, but he’d finally quieted his brain. He wasn’t going to do anything to disturb the delicious desire flowing through him or jeopardize this moment. “It will be just as good. I promise.”

He’d make her forget any discomfort she felt.

Taking his prick in hand, he guided it to her slick entrance. Her head fell back with a soft moan. A tremor of expectation quivered through her and radiated up his cock. He shuddered. Oh, how she turned him inside out. It felt as though he’d waited forever for this. For her. He had to have her or die.

Gripping her hips, he pressed into her, watching as the crest of his cock sank into her wet heat. He was thick and full and she was wonderfully snug. He pushed, sinking deeper, her cream coating his cock. Taking his time, he stretched her slowly, savoring the shuddering sensations as she enveloped him, gloving him an inch at a time. She whimpered and lowered herself onto her back, trembling.

A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. He continued his steady progress, bearing down on her, unrelenting. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you, Anne? You want it all, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she panted, lolling her head to one side. “Yes . . .”

Nicolas butted against the entrance of her womb and groaned. At his possession, she made the most sensuous sound. He loved that. He loved everything about sex, not just the climax but all things preceding it. Especially the initial penetration, that first thrust—fast or slow—that buried him inside. And being inside Anne, feeling the hot clasp of her tight sex clenched around him, the light quivering of her inner muscles along his length, was more heaven than any man deserved.

She was primed. He knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.

Leaning forward, he grasped the edge of the table and slipped an arm under her waist, arching her body to him. He latched onto her breast and suckled hard. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair. The tip instantly distended in his mouth.

Laving and lightly biting her nipple, he pumped his cock in her, giving her short, shallow thrusts that kept her enthralled, but also kept her from coming. She mewed in protest and strained toward him, trying to draw in him deeper. Her efforts were futile. He wouldn’t acquiesce. He continued, his measured strokes unbroken.

“Nicolas . . . please . . .” She wrapped her legs around him, still desperately squirming and arching.

Releasing her nipple from the confines of his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue. “Please what? Please, make me come, Nicolas? Please, fuck me harder?” Turning to her other nipple, he lightly raked his teeth across it.

She gasped. “Yes, to all that.
Right
.
Now!
”

Nicolas lifted his head, softly chuckling. “You’re being very demanding for a woman who’s at my mercy,” he teased and gave her a deep thrust before returning to his shorter strokes.

She made a frustrated sound. “Nicolas, if you make me wait any longer, I swear, I’ll—I’ll . . . make you pay.”

“Mmmm, now that sounds delicious.” He suckled her breast gently with just the right amount of finesse to snatch her breath away. “How will you make me pay?” He drew her hardened nipple back into his mouth.

“I’m a writer . . . I have . . .
ahhhh
vivid imagination . . . I’ll . . . think of something.”

With his cock dipped in glory, and this passionate woman pleading for more, Nicolas ceded. He slipped his arm out from under her, straightened, and grasped her hips again. Suddenly, he didn’t want to make her wait. He wanted to give her all the pleasure she craved and more. To make this an unforgettable experience for her.

Tilting her hips, he plunged, driving the full length of his cock inside her. Her cry of pleasure resonated in the room.

Briefly, he closed his eyes, unable to move or breathe as a wave of hot pleasure crested over him.

Tightening his grasp, he plunged again, and began giving her deep, solid thrusts. “How does that feel?” By the sultry sounds she made, by the way she flexed her legs and squeezed them around him, he knew she liked the depth and angle of his thrusts, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me,
chère
.”

A light sheen of perspiration glistened on her flushed skin. Her eyes were closed, her sweet breasts jiggling with the force of each downstroke.

“So. Good,” she said, each word rushing out on a pant.

She clenched around his thrusting prick, tearing a growl from his throat. Oh, it was definitely good. In fact, the best. He reveled in the stunning sensations washing through him. He could never tire of this. Never tire of her.

She was his. His sensual soul mate.

His perfect match.

Nicolas released her hips. “Come here,” he said hoarsely, and grasping her wrists, he pulled her up, dragged her closer, and drove his cock into her with such intensity it made them both gasp. Fisting her hair with his one hand, the other splayed against her lower back, he rode her with fast, powerful plunges, holding nothing back. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, wanting to possess every part of her. To his delight, she returned his voracious kiss, feeding his desire.

He felt her arms slide around him, her heels dig into his backside. She held on, her lush form enveloping him completely. Breaking the kiss, she moved her hot, hungry mouth along his jaw, toward his ear.

The pressure in his sac was exquisite torture, his body raging for release.

“Nicolas, I think I’m going to . . . I’m truly . . . actually going to . . . to . . .”

“Do it. Let yourself go. You’re on the edge. Your sweet cunt is quivering around me.” Still ramming her, he pushed up against her clit, and then again, adding jolting sensations without breaking his rhythm. “Come!”

She lurched sharply in his arms. Throwing her hips forward and her head back, she screamed, her orgasm wracking her body. Nicolas tightened his hold and clenched his teeth, glorious spasms suddenly assailing his plunging cock, her sweet sheath sucking at his shaft, pulling and pulsing around him in magnificent waves. Each knee-weakening contraction squeezed him so fiercely it made his prick throb. He battled back his release, refusing to let go, determined to enjoy her orgasm—the voluptuous sensations coursing along his cock—before he indulged in his own.

He pumped his hips as the spasms faded, but then she jerked and gave him an unexpected firm clench that sent him over the edge. Hot come rushed down his cock.

He reared just in time. Semen shot from him with stunning force. Burying his face in her soft hair, he shuddered and groaned, come purging from his prick in draining spurts, euphoria flooding his body.

Dieu
, he didn’t want this to end, and he knew he was referring to more than just the sex act.

Finally spent, his legs shaking, his breathing as erratic as hers, Nicolas lifted his head and met her gaze.

A smile shone on her beautiful face.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she whispered.

Neither had he. Softly, he kissed her mouth, sounds of contentment emanating from them both. This was unlike any sexual encounter he’d ever had. It was more than just a sating of his body. The fulfillment he felt went as deep as his heart and soul.

He needed more of this. More of her.

He’d found the perfect bliss.