Summers, Jordan (19 page)

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 her. 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.”