To Seduce a Sinner (Legend of the Four Soldiers #2)(74)
Author: Elizabeth Hoyt

“You . . .” She swallowed, trying to focus her thoughts. “You didn’t know I existed.”

“I do now.”

And he slid down her body, spreading her knees and draping her calves over his shoulders.

She bucked, trying to dislodge him, but she couldn’t budge him any more now than she could before.

He lowered his head and licked her sex.

Her belly contracted in shock, her bound hands fisted, and then she closed her eyes and simply felt. The wet stroke of his tongue, the fingers of one hand flexing on her hip bone, the other petting her mound. He licked and licked again, each stroke slow and intimate. Each stroke hitting her clitoris. She flexed her fingers, feeling the tension build. He moved his hands, spreading her folds, opening her and making her vulnerable.

She bit her lip, waiting, waiting.

And then he set his mouth directly on her bud and sucked. Nibbling, dragging, pulling on that bit of flesh until she couldn’t stand it anymore and broke. She arched, thrusting her pelvis into his face, feeling the heat flashing through her, hearing the pound of her heartbeat. He still licked and sucked, his hands heavy, holding her down. Another wave hit and she moaned, the sound loud in the quiet room. Some other time she might care, might feel embarrassed at the erotic sounds she was making, but right now . . .

Oh, God. Right now, she was a creature of pleasure.

He thrust two fingers into her, still gently licking with devastating accuracy, and she trembled. Her whole body tightened, arching, her muscles tensing, waiting. She couldn’t. She was too weak, too spent.

And then he moved his fingers within her and sucked again on her flesh. The muscles inside her contracted and released. She came, shaking with the force of her orgasm, shuddering and gasping. White heat spread from her center in a widening pool of pleasure. She went limp with warm relief.

She felt him move. Opening her eyes lazily, she found him lowering her legs. She let them lie on the bed, her thighs spread wide and wanton. He stared at her exposed center as he stood and removed his clothes.

“I can’t change the past,” he said. “I can’t unbed the women I fucked before I knew you. Knew who you were.”

His eyes raised to hers, and the blue of them was so bright it nearly illuminated the room. “But I tell you now that I will never bed another woman besides you in my lifetime. You are all I want. You are all I see now.”

He stepped from his breeches, and she saw that he was erect, his penis standing to his navel in primitive masculine pride. He climbed onto the bed and prowled up her body, straight-armed. His planted fists made the muscles in his shoulders and arms flex and bunch.

She swallowed. “Untie me.”

“No,” he said calmly, though his voice was a rasp. He bent and scraped his teeth over her throat.

She shivered in erotic anticipation.

He kicked her legs farther apart and lowered his hips, his penis firmly on top of her oversensitive folds.

She gasped.

“You’re wet,” he growled. “Wet and waiting for me, aren’t you?”

She swallowed.

“Aren’t you?” He slid his enormous head through her flesh. “Tell me, Melisande.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?” He bumped his hips against her, and the shaft of his cock slid through her folds, setting all her nerves alight.

“Yes, I’m wet for you,” she whispered.

She tried to m›>Sh%" ove, tried to arch her hips into his, but he was too heavy, his position too firm.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he whispered roughly against her neck. “I’m going to put my prick in your cunny and it will be just you and me, Melisande. All those others, all those memories, they don’t matter anymore.”

She opened her eyes fully at this statement and watched him. He was above her, his chest sheened with sweat. It had taken a toll on him as well, holding back, and that fact made her smile.

He looked into her eyes. “But I still need something from you.”

He moved his hips, and the head of his cock slid back until it just kissed her entrance.

She swallowed, nearly mindless with lust. “W-what?”

“I want the truth.”

He shoved and his penis began to enter her.

“I’ve told you the truth.”

He left her and she nearly wept.

He pressed his penis against her clitoris again and bore down. His arms were straight on either side of her, his upper body held apart from her straining one. “Not all of it. Not the whole truth. I want you. I want your secrets.”

“I have no more secrets,” she whispered. Her arms were shaking, still drawn over her head, and she knew her nipples were hard points between them.

He drew back and shoved his entire length inside her. She hissed. So full, so complete. It was nearly heaven.

But he stopped and held himself still. “Tell me.”

She locked her legs about him, holding his thickness within her. “I . . . I don’t—”

He frowned down at her and pulled his hips back quite deliberately. Even with her legs around him, he withdrew easily. “Do you want this? Do you want my cock?”

“Yes!” She was past pride, past deception. She needed his flesh within her. She was half mad with wanting.

“Then tell me why you married me.”

She glared at him. “Fuck me.”

A corner of his mouth twitched, though a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. He couldn’t hold out much longer either, and she knew it.

“No. But I’ll make love to you, my sweet, my lady wife.”

And he slammed his entire, thick length into her. He pounded into her wildly, completely out of control. She was past caring. Her head arched back, her eyes closed. She felt his hard body take its pleasure of hers. He leaned down and licked her shaking breasts, and she saw stars, imploding behind her eyelids, sparkling through her limbs. She gasped, and his tongue invaded her mouth. His body shook as his penis plunged into her again and again.

He stopped suddenly, and she opened her› shis eyes. His head was thrown back, his eyes blind, pleasure convulsing his face.

“Melisande!” he cried.

His head thumped to the pillow beside hers, his lungs sucking air. He was heavy and hard, and her arms were still drawn over her head. It didn’t matter. She’d gladly suffocate here underneath him. She turned her face toward him and licked the ear she’d earlier bloodied, and she finally said it. She gave him what he wanted.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. That’s why I married you.”