Possess her in a way no other ever would.
She writhed beneath him, incoherent sounds forced from her with the power of his thrusts. When he placed his hands next to her ribs to secure the trunk, she grabbed his wrists and repositioned his grip over her breasts. She arched and responded like a temptress sent to take his mind from his body and lure him into insanity.
All at once he couldn’t get enough of her touch, he wanted her to wrap her arms around him and press those breasts to his chest. He wanted her to open her lovely blue eyes and let him see the power of her climax when it came upon her. Scooping her up into his arms, he lifted her, still joined as one, and walked her around the trunk to a small ledge before a thick stained-glass window, where he sat her and fed on her lips so deeply, he could almost taste her soul. He could get addicted to the sweetness that was Eliza.
In one swift movement he broke the kiss and removed her shift, throwing it over his head, uncaring of where it landed. His own shirt received the same punishment so that their chests would touch unhindered, the way God intended when he gave women breasts to tempt a man to evil. Eliza shivered when her back touched the glass, forcing her to rebound into him, her hips tilting. He needed no more invitation than that as he pounded into her, her nails scraping the scars down his back, adding a little sharp pain to the all-consuming pleasure. He gripped her hips with a savagery he’d never before experienced as she lifted her knees higher and clamped her inner muscles down around him. Her cries growing more urgent, her breaths came quicker and shallower.
A climax with the force of a hurricane rocked him and through the haze and glory he only just remembered to pull out and spill his seed against her petticoat instead of in her womb but the action robbed him somehow. He wanted to feel the pull as she fell over the edge and into his arms, her chest heaving with the effort to draw in more oxygen than she could currently get. He wanted to stay inside of her as she relaxed around him and maybe fell asleep. But he couldn’t risk a child. They couldn’t risk a child. Somehow the moment was almost soured and incomplete.
He played with fire but didn’t regret his actions as she smiled against his bare shoulder, his cock already stirring for another round.
“Not awful then?” he said with a chuckle as he peered into corners to try to find somewhere soft to lay his suddenly boneless wife. The outline of a sofa beneath a Holland cover caught his eye.
“Stay here for one moment, love.” She nodded and the cold bit as he left her. As quick as he could, and before she could come to her senses, he folded the cover back and then pulled it off a brightly upholstered sofa covered in ugly stripes. It was clean and looked comfortable. Eliza nestled into him when he picked her up in his arms. This is what he liked the most about playing the part of the knight he kept denying he would ever be. He could never get enough of how she felt in his arms, her weight keeping him anchored to something real and good. It was no bad thing either that her still-bared breasts pressed against him while her arms wrapped loosely around his neck.
Dare he hope that she was beginning to trust him? Was it satiation that made her yield to his every whim right now? Or would she come to any moment and abhor him and his caveman behaviour?
*
What was it Eliza had been thinking about distractions? She could no longer remember anything but the shameless way Darius had acted with his fingers and his mouth and… Her cheeks weren’t the only part of her aflame and the birds in her stomach took flight again. She wondered if he could hear them since his face rested against her middle. Could he feel the way her heart raced in her chest? She didn’t know how to slow it down.
“Deep breaths, love, or you’ll faint,” he murmured as though reading her mind, or perhaps just her body.
Embarrassment should have taken over her completely since a nearly naked man lay half on top of her while she only wore a petticoat and a silly smile. Perhaps this was what it felt like to truly fall? Maybe she should have tried it a long time ago? But with Harold? There was no way he could evoke the wantonness in her that Darius did. When Harold had kissed her that eons-ago day in her father’s home, she had nearly cast up her supper but when Darius did it, it was a different kind of roiling in her stomach that he caused. She wanted to float and fly all at the same time when he touched her like he just had. Although the thing with his mouth was something she hadn’t known about.
She chuckled softly when she thought of how her father would roll over in his grave to know his eldest daughter didn’t just lie still and wait for it to be over. Or maybe it was Darius’s own wildness that called to her? Perhaps throwing off the shackles of society made one’s inhibitions
