Love Reclaimed (10 page)
“Do not move again.” He pressed a hand on her lower back, pinning her in place.
She groaned as he drove deeper into her slit and lapped at her juices. When he slid his tongue forward and raked it over her clit, the first ripples of an orgasm broke over her. Relentless, he drove two fingers into her cunt as he flicked and teased her sensitive nub. The second orgasm followed on the heels of the first and left her spent and panting where she continued to be restrained.
“Nicely done, Marie.” He rose up and disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he held the jade implement in front of her face. “Do you want this inside of you?”
“No, my Lord. I only want you.” Her voice sounded breathless with anticipation even to her own ears.
“Not yet. You have not earned that reward.” He moved behind her and shoved the phallic stone deep inside of her. She moaned, her body stretching to accommodate the sudden intrusion.
He fucked her with the rod, working it in and out of her pussy as he flicked her clit with his finger. Just as she neared the precipice once again, he stopped and withdrew the trinket. “No, my Lord please!” she begged, desperate for the release he now denied her.
“You have more to say to me, Marie. Say you are mine.”
“I am yours, my Lord. I have always been yours.” Caught between her raging emotions and the desire coursing through her veins, tears shimmered just below her thinning control.
“Very nice. Again, you have earned a reward.” He moved around near her head, and the dildo came into her vision. It glistened with her essence as he held it before her. “Suck it. Lick your sweet juices off of it.”
With a nod, she opened her mouth and he carefully inserted the stone between her lips. She liked the way she tasted and knew he must as well since he shared it with her. His eyes glowed with want as he watched her tongue swirl around the head of the phallus. While he held it for her, he reached beneath her with his free hand and opened her nightgown exposing her breasts. Pulling and tweaking her swollen tips, he sent jolts of pleasure from her nipples to her core. As he teased her, she grew desperate to have him buried in her heat again.
“Well done. My sweet, biddable Marie.” Still rubbing her nipple, he sighed. “I love you so much, my dear. I have always loved you.” He moved away and circled behind her. There, he dropped the fall of his trousers and pressed his cock against her slick, swollen folds. “Now, tell me the truth. No more lies. No more deceit.”
He shoved into her body, impaling her on his cock and she broke. “Yes. Yes. I love you, Heart. I will always love you.” He continued driving his cock into her soaked heat and then she felt the cooler salve against the rosette of her bottom. Without missing a single, delicious stroke, he slid the jade dildo deep into her dark hole.
Her orgasm erupted in an instant. It roared through her body in racking waves of intense pleasure as he fucked both holes, filling her completely. Her physical bliss seeped away leaving an intense sense of connection and love with the man impaling her body. He relentlessly plunged into her until his own release came.
“Mine. You’re mine!” he yelled as he released his cum inside of her, marked her in an animalistic way that spoke to her blighted soul.
After a moment, he withdrew and then released her wrists. He cradled her in his arms and moved her to the bed.
“My dear, sweet Marie. I cannot go on if you are not part of my life. There will be no other women. Only you. Please say you will marry me. We can run The Market together or it can stay yours. I simply want you to be my wife.”
Want ripped through her body, but doubts still assailed her. She needed to explain the reality of her world. “Oh, Heart. I want to marry you, but if I do, I must give up The Market. The terms of sale require I turn the establishment over to a new girl in the event I choose to retire or I am wed. I am scared to give up my source of income. If you changed your mind, I don’t think I could rebuild my finances, much less recover from the emotional devastation. You have shredded every defense I erected to protect my heart.”
“Oh, my dear, I would never turn away from you. I have loved you all my life. Why do you think I took all those punishments in your stead as children? I was crushed when I returned home from campaign to find you were not just gone, but sold to the highest bidder to settle your father’s debts. I failed you then, and in my pain and confusion, much to my shame, I let my parents guide me. As a man I want nothing more than to love you as I always have. I will always take care of you. For the rest of your days you will want for nothing.”
Fear and hope warred within. How could she doubt his love? Yet, leaving herself so exposed terrified her. “If I do this, I need you to stipulate the money I bring to the marriage will remain mine and in my control. It is a very large sum of money, but I need to know I can take care of myself should you renege or worse, should something happen to you.”
“Anything you want, Marie. I will take care of all our needs and your money will remain yours. I love you. That is all that matters to me. Please, make me the happiest man on earth and marry me.”
“Yes. Yes, Heart. I will marry you!” Tears rolled down her face to soak her breasts as his lips crashed down on hers.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.
She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
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Lady Katherine Drummond plays by society’s rules, even after the Ton turns on her. Shunned by her peers, she keeps up appearances by day but allows her true self out in the privacy of The Market. There, in the arms of one man, she comes alive. So much so, she signs a contract to be his for six months. Despite never having seen his face and knowing him only as Sir, she fears losing her heart to the man who breaks through her defenses.
Lord Raymond Tarkenton, the Earl of Heathington, despises being one of the most sought after bachelors of the Ton. He could never ask a woman of his circle to submit to his sexual needs, and a mistress would never be an option. For now, one masked woman at The Market holds his undivided attention. When he realizes that his masked lover and Lady Katherine Drummond are one and the same, he must find a way to convince her that they are bound together by more than the straps at her wrists and the contract they signed. He must reveal himself and his love to her. But will she accept him for more than a sexual escape.
Brennan Whitling wants for nothing but the love of a good woman. He has a close family, good friends, and a successful textiles import business. But, a beautiful and elusive young woman he has only seen from afar haunts him. Until a chance meeting leads to far more than dinner.
Serena Freemont has only ever known the life of a prostitute. When an invitation to dinner by a handsome gentleman provides her an opportunity to experience life as a young lady, it’s too tempting to pass up. Much like the man issuing it. After a night of passion she must disappear or face his reaction when the truth is revealed.
To find happiness Serena must shed her past long enough to realize she is worthy of a future. To win her heart, Brennan must show her the redemptive power of love.
