by Golden Angel
“Sorry, m’lord.” Cormack’s face was full of sympathy. He knew how worried Rex was, even if he did not have the same fellow feeling for Lucas that Rex did.
Sighing, Rex let his head fall back and stared up at the ceiling. The blank canvas did nothing to help clear his mind. At this point, he was starting to wonder if Lucas’ body would turn up in a ditch somewhere. This disappearance seemed to be going on far too long to be revenge for Rex’s refusal to pay his debts.
Then again, Lucas had been very upset.
There was nothing he could do about Lucas right now, any more than he could the day before, so Rex shunted aside his worries. He had other matters to attend to at the moment, like finally claiming his wife. A much more pleasant way to spend the afternoon than worrying over a man who might be staying hidden of his own accord, not caring—or perhaps even because—it would disturb Rex’s peace of mind.
“Check in with Barnes again before supper, and tell cook we will be eating in my room this evening. I will ring when we are ready for a tray.” Rex fully intended on spending the afternoon and evening sating himself with Mary. It had been a long wait, and he was going to have his fill of her.
Surely then, he would feel more back to his old self and inclinations. Once his curiosity was satisfied, there would be no more need to obsess over her. Having her could not be all that different from bedding any other lady. The only novelty was he had not been able to bed her before their wedding. Now that he could, he would, and that would be the end of this odd infatuation.
He would still desire her—she was a desirable woman after all, and he would have rights to her that did not exist with other women, which was its own special cachet—but he could do without the jealous possessiveness and his lack of interest in any other woman. He assumed the former would fade and the latter return quickly enough, though if the latter did not return too quickly, he would not complain. Why should he be bothered as long as he was enjoying himself with his new wife?
These were the thoughts filling his head as he made his way to his room, where his valet quickly divested him of his wedding finery before holding out a dressing gown for Rex to shrug into. Dismissing the valet, Rex thought he had given Mary enough time to be ready for him.
His bed or hers?
After a moment, Rex decided—definitely his. Neither had ever seen any action—he preferred his private areas to be just that—but he rather liked the idea of laying claim to his wife in his exclusive arena. Eventually, he would visit her bed as well, but for this first time, his.
Going to the door adjoining their rooms, a door he had never used before, he felt a small swell of excitement as he knocked. Only a moment passed before the door opened, and Rose was standing there.
“My lord.” She bobbed a curtsy, keeping her eyes averted.
“You are dismissed, Rose. Thank you.”
Scurrying ahead of him, Rose was out the door and into the hall before Rex even stepped into Mary’s room. Cleaned and dusted, it already looked completely different from how he remembered it. There were linens on the bed, a jewelry case and hairbrush on the vanity, books on the bedside table, and several trunks piled against the wall, waiting to be unpacked. While Mary’s things had not been completely settled in, the room was clearly no longer empty of an occupant. It took him a moment to locate his wife, taking in the minor changes to the room that had completely altered its appearance.
Movement was what caught his eye. She was standing across the room, on the other side of the bed, and his mind seized, breath coming to an abrupt halt when he finally took in what she was wearing. The filmy green material floated around her body, not quite transparent but enough for him to see the darker shadows between her thighs and a hint of nipples where the fabric clung to her breasts. His cock, which had already been partially hard in anticipation, jumped to full attention.
“Bloody hell.” He breathed out the words, only then noticing the pinched expression on Mary’s face as it cleared away. She had been worried about his reaction. Holding out one hand, he met her eyes, allowing his sincere admiration and desire to show. “Come here, petal.”
Mary
The sudden heap of nerves that had enveloped her when Rex had entered the room subsided a little in the face of his clear approval. He liked the gown. Which did not make her feel any less naked but less anxious about feeling naked. She was going to be naked soon enough, anyway.
Probably.
Some of the advice she had been given on the topic was a bit confusing. Aunt Elizabeth had spoken in a more roundabout way than Cynthia and Arabella’s blunt explanations, but all in all, it seemed each gentleman might have different preferences. Well, Mary had already understood that after attending the Society’s masquerade. Unfortunately, she had no idea what Rex’s preferences might be.
Hesitantly, she stepped toward him, lifting her hand to place her fingers on his. It took the work of a moment for him to trap her hand with his, using it to yank her swiftly to him. Gasping, Mary stumbled into his hard chest, her free hand coming up to land on the velvety exterior of his robe. She could feel his hardness pressing against her belly—without her usual bulk of skirts, it was impossible to miss.
There was no time to say anything. Now that he had her pressed against him, he curved the hand he was holding behind her back, forcing her to bend as his lips descended and claimed hers. The kiss was hot, passionate as his tongue slid into her mouth to dance with hers.
The thin fabric of her nightgown felt like no protection at all, and she was shockingly aware of his free hand sliding down to cup her bottom. She could feel the heat of his palm, the press of his fingers, and she wriggled against him. With one hand trapped behind her back, the other pressed against his chest, she felt more vulnerable than usual.
Kissing him back as best she could, she pressed her thighs together, the flames of her arousal growing rapidly. The sensations throbbed through her, the hunger she had thought already sated roaring back to life as Rex kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her. His hand explored her bottom, causing her skin to tingle. Mary did not think he was going to spank her and did not know if she was more disappointed or relieved by the lack.
When he released her, disappointment reigned for a moment, then he was sweeping her up in his arms.
“My room,” he growled, almost savagely.
Mary shuddered, surprised at the possessive aura surrounding him. Carrying her the same way he had into the house, his quick strides made short work of the passage from her room to his.
Mary only had a moment to look around—receiving the impression of an intensely masculine room with heavy furniture, a lush carpet, rich brocade wall hangings, and a huge four-poster bed—before she found herself standing beside the bed, her filmy gown being tugged over her head. Her breath stuttered to a stop. This was it.
To her surprise, Rex did not just throw her back on the bed and have his way with her. He kissed her again, wrapping her naked body in his arms and devouring her with his lips. Mary gasped at the odd sensation of being completely nude and pressed against a man. The soft material of his robe rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them to pleasurable hardness. They swelled, aching and tingling, sending throbbing pulses of need through her body.
When she squirmed, her slick folds rubbed against each other between her legs, making her even hotter and wetter. Large hands gripped her bottom cheeks, squeezing, and she moaned against his lips, clinging round his neck to help keep her upright as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.
The bed suddenly pressed against the back of her legs. She had not even realized they were moving until Rex backed her into it. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at her, inspecting her expression, his tawny eyes glowing gold with desire.
“On the bed, petal.” Stepping back from her, he kept his gaze steady as he began to undo the tie of his robe. Blushing bright red, Mary sat on the bed, pushing herself back with her legs tightly closed. Her skin felt hot and tight, and it felt so very o
dd being naked, but she was not going to argue. Not when she was going to be able to see him completely unclothed as well.
The robe dropped, revealing a fine masculine physique that clearly had no need of padding. His broad shoulders, muscled chest, and tapered waist were so different from her own curves, she stared in appreciation. While she gaped at him, Rex wrapped his fingers around his cock, drawing her attention there and distracting her.
Then he pounced.
Squeaking in surprise, Mary tried to scoot back again, but he was already above her, arms braced on either side of her, and she had fallen back against the bed. Breathless with anticipation, she stared up at him, waiting for what he would do next.
Instead of lowering his mouth to hers and nestling his body between her thighs, where she was aching to have him, he bent his head farther and leaned down to close his lips around her nipple. Mary cried out at the hot sensation, the wet suction of his mouth pulling at the tender bud. It was nothing like she had ever felt. She pulled on his hair, her fingers wreathed through the golden locks, writhing beneath him.
Palming her other breast, his fingers sought out her other nipple and plucked, teasing and tugging, while he licked and suckled the first. The pleasure rippling through her, she was lost to the sensations, unable to focus on anything but the reactions of her body to his expert ministrations.
He nipped at her tender bud, and she shivered as the tiny bite of pain registered, then his mouth was moving to the other nipple, his mouth and hand switching places. His knee pressed down between her legs, and she parted her thighs, unthinking, moving on instinct than by deliberation. The hair on his leg rasped over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, then his muscle was pressing against her pussy. Mary cried out again at this new stimulation.
Her hips jolted, but he had already shifted away, moving lower. Remembering how nice his mouth had felt in the carriage, Mary had no qualms spreading her thighs farther, so Rex could kiss his way down the soft roundness of her stomach before settling between legs.
To her embarrassment, he did not immediately lower his mouth, pausing to inspect her. She tried to squeeze her legs closed, and he gave her right thigh a little slap, hard enough to sting in warning but not hard enough to truly hurt.
“Rex,” she whispered, not entirely sure why she was whispering, unable to meet his eyes as well. “What are you doing?”
“Inspecting my pussy.” Fingers stroked over her wetness, leaving no question what he meant, and she squirmed, frowning.
“Your?... You mean my… pussy.” Repeating the word he used, she felt utterly vulgar and strangely daring. Goodness, she was never going to be able to look at a cat the same way again.
Rex chuckled, and Mary gasped as a long finger pushed into her, stretching open her virginal entrance, and probing deep. Her hands. She no longer knew what to do with her hands, so she clutched the bedsheets beneath her since she could not quite reach his head in his current position.
“Oh, no, wife.” The possessiveness in his voice rang loud and clear. “This is my pussy now. I am going to become familiar with every last inch of you, claim you in every way a man can claim a woman, and make you mine in every way.”
Chapter 18
Rex
Feeling Mary’s body spasm around his questing finger as he uttered a declaration he had in no way planned, Rex had no regrets. He meant every word, even though the depth of the feelings running through him were somewhat disturbing. With Mary laid out naked before him, finally his to touch, explore, and conquer, he was feeling positively primitive.
It was a wholly new experience, which he had not expected. In this arena, he considered himself an expert, but once again, his reactions to Mary confounded him.
Watching her squirm, her breasts wobbling, pink nipples pointing at the ceiling, Rex swirled his finger inside her, brushing his thumb over the swollen nub of her clit. She whimpered, and his cock ached, pushing against the bed beneath him. The urge to bury himself inside of her was strong, but more so, he wanted to ensure Mary enjoyed her defloration.
It was not only a point of pride. If she enjoyed herself, she should be amiable to repeating the undertaking and letting him introduce her to whatever wicked desires he wished to inflict on her. She had enjoyed being spanked, but there was so much more he could show her, and trust was needed for much of it.
Moving his finger back and forth inside her, enjoying the wet clasp of her pussy, he flicked out his tongue to tease the sensitive folds of her cunt. The damp curls fringing its sides were dark with her honey, but those on her mound were a dark, pretty red, easily visible now that he had her laid out in the light.
Mary shuddered, crying out as he pushed a second finger inside, stretching and readying her for his cock. He expertly licked around his slowly thrusting fingers, and her hands came down to grip his hair, tugging in a manner that fueled his ardor. Feeling how hot and wet she was, he ground his cock against the bed, easing some of the ache in his own loins.
As a virgin, she was not exactly what he was used to, and he wanted to be sure she was absolutely ready to take him. After all, he was not small, nor was he particularly good at being gentle, but he would try—for her. ‘Gentle’ was not a virtue in the circles he inhabited. Arousing her to a fever pitch before breaching her should help. Though he knew she liked a bite of pain, he had no real insight how much being deflowered actually hurt a woman. Since, unlike the pain he enjoyed inflicting, he had no way to control it, he thought it best to circumvent it as much as possible.
As Mary’s pussy grew hotter, wetter, and softer around his fingers, her moans louder and more impassioned, Rex knew it was time. Giving her swollen clit one last lick, he unsheathed his fingers from the clasp of her cunt and moved up so his cock was nestled between her legs.
Skin flushed, nipples peaked, lips parted, and eyes glazed, she stared up at him, still holding onto his hair.
“Please,” she begged sweetly.
Rex smiled.
The head of his cock pressing against the scalding heat of her pussy, he felt her tense slightly as he began to push in.
The initial breach was an exercise in patience and erotic torment since he could not bury himself immediately in her cunt the way his body urged him to. He rocked his hips back, pushing into her, feeling the slight resistance give way as she uttered a little cry and her eyes unfocused. Rex gritted his teeth against his anguished groan.
Stretching her with his fingers had helped, but she was still tight, and her slick heat threatened to undo his composure. Sliding into her, rocking back and forth and slowly working himself deeper, was a torturous pleasure, enhanced by watching the expressions flitting across her face as she took his cock for the first time. When he was finally able to sink his full length inside her, he held himself still, allowing her to adjust around him and allowing himself to revel in the triumph of claiming his wife.
Mary
When Rex had first started to push into her body, Mary’s breath had seized up. The stretch of his fingers was not even close to how it felt to have his manhood, his cock, slide into her. Finally, the needy ache inside her was truly being filled, and the slight sting of pain she felt was inconsequential compared to that.
Rex turned his head, so her left hand slid from his hair along his cheek, and he kissed the palm. His own hand moved up, sliding up her arms and pushing them down on either side of her head. Threading his fingers through hers, his forearms braced on either side of hers.
Then, with her arms pinned down on either side of her head, he flexed. Mary sucked in a breath at the sensation, wriggling slightly, which rubbed her sensitive flesh against his body and increased the stimulation. The wiry hairs on his chest abraded her nipples, the hard bone of his groin pressed against her swollen pleasure bud, his cock throbbed inside of her, and all of it came together in a chorus of pleasure that kept growing.
It felt different from before when he had used his tongue and fingers. Fuller. Deeper. As if her entire body was now
affected.
She was aware of Rex’s intense scrutiny, his face only inches from her own, but she was too distracted by all the new sensations to be embarrassed. Then he moved, pulling away and thrusting back in—not fully, but enough that her lips opened, and she cried out, arching beneath him at the ripple of pleasure. That was the moment she realized how trapped she was beneath him, his hands holding hers down, his weight atop her, his cock inside her.
Clenching around him, she whimpered, squirming uncomfortably at the revelation and how it affected her. Mary had never been at someone’s mercy in this manner—should she not be frightened? Worried? Yet her very helplessness only added to her growing passion.
Rex thrust again, a longer stroker this time, his cock dragging out of her, then pushing back in, filling her all over again.
“Oh… oh, that feels… oh, Rex!”
“Michael.” He said the name demandingly, his voice low and husky.
Blinking in confusion, Mary stared up at him, meeting his hypnotic, golden gaze. She felt even more vulnerable, more exposed, as though he had stripped her down more than physically, and all of her thoughts and feelings were completely bare to him.
“Call me, Michael,” he said, bringing her attention back to his demand.
“Michael,” she repeated without thinking because he had told her to. He groaned, his hips pulling back, then slamming forward again, filling her with a hard, rough stroke that made her yelp and wriggle. There was a bit of sting, but she was so slick, it was easy for him to move inside of her, even as she spasmed around him.
“Michael!”
