Wild, Wicked and Wanton: A Hot Historical Romance Bundle

by Natasha Blackthorne

  And she did want this closeness. He had made her want it. But how was it properly done?

  As if sensing her confusion, he gently touched her shoulders. “On your knees, my lovely, claret-haired girl.”

  His voice was soft like a caress and her heart fluttered in her breast. She’d do anything he asked in that voice. Anything.

  Closing her eyes, she dropped to her knees. His large hand cupped her face. His touch was warm and tender. She pressed her cheek into his hand. Then she opened her eyes and caught her breath. It looked a lot larger from this vantage point. And it appeared to be leaking some kind of fluid. Her heartbeat raced on a brief but dizzying sprint. Oh God, was she really going to do this?

  Panic slammed into her again. She didn’t know how to do this!

  Gently, he moved her head forward. The crown of his cock touched her lips, wetting them with that fluid and sliding along her mouth. A thrill shot through her, rocking her to her core and her panic faded, only to be replaced by stunning excitement.

  She gripped his powerful thighs and held on to support herself. He groaned, then murmured something. She couldn’t hear him over the roar of her blood in her ears. He moved his cock and she intuitively grasped his desire and ran her lips down the shaft on the underside.

  He cupped his hand on her jaw, moving it to plunge into her hair. “Use your tongue.”

  She opened her mouth and complied, running her tongue along the path her lips had just taken. He groaned and tightened his grip on her hair. The dull discomfort wasn’t unpleasant but instead sent delicious chills through her, making her nipples bead. He leaked milk-white fluid in an almost constant flow now, just as her own wetness continued to flood. She licked the juice away. It was thick and salty and like ambrosia on her tongue.

  With closed eyes, she forgot all about needing to perform and focused on the sheer pleasure of licking his smooth, silken flesh, learning his every contour and crease with single-minded intent. He groaned, deep in his throat. Encouraged, she opened wider and took his shaft into her mouth. He throbbed against her tongue.

  All her senses thrilled at his continued deep groans and she alternately licked him and took him into her mouth. Giving him pleasure with her mouth.…Oh God, oh God, it was too exquisitely intimate. She’d thought so much of having to submit to a man in order to make the money. She had not considered what it would feel like to give a man pleasure. Who could have known it would be so gratifying? So exhilarating?

  He released his hold on her hair, touched her shoulder and pushed her back. “That’s enough of that.”

  The abrupt loss of his closeness shocked her. She sat back on her heels, reeling. “Did I…did I do it wrong?”

  He laughed, cupped her jaw again and brought her face to his thigh. “You did it very well—too well.”

  She pressed her cheek against the lightly furred skin of his thigh, breathing in his musky scent. She’d never smelt anything so intoxicating. She caressed the back of his thigh and moved up along his hard buttock. He was so muscular, so very masculine. Beautiful all over. She wished he hadn’t asked her to stop. She ached to please him but had no idea what else he might want. Her bashfulness about sexual congress seemed silly now. If this was lovemaking, then it was the most heady, wonderful thing in the world.

  “Come, now.” He helped her to her feet.

  She gazed up at him tremulously, then gasped as cool air assaulted her body. The dressing gown pooled at her feet.

  She was completely, utterly naked. Heart thudding, she began to tremble all over and immediately covered her pitiful breasts with one arm. Her other hand covered the red triangle of hair between her legs.

  He took her hands and moved them away from her body. Eyes glued to his face, she let him. He quietly studied her, his gaze roaming slowly down her body. What was he thinking? His expression gave no hint. Her legs quaked so hard she feared she’d fall over.

  How she wished she had regained her previous curves. She wanted so badly to be beautiful for him.

  “Go lay on the bed,” he said.

  Suddenly, her lungs burnt, and she released her breath all at once, then nodded. She retrieved the dressing gown and pulled it about herself. On somewhat wobbly legs she went to sit on the bed and watched as he approached.

  He shed his own robe, giving her the first full view of a naked man. But he didn’t look like she’d ever pictured a gentleman looking. Dressed, he appeared powerfully made, yes, but more elegant. Unclothed, the rugged strength of his body became markedly apparent, from his broad chest, layered with muscle, to his flat, hard mid-section, narrow hips and long, powerful-looking thighs.

  Above his waist his skin was tanned a dark golden color, telling of his time at sea, where perhaps the all-male company and warmer climates made shirts and waistcoats optional. And all of him was covered in a fine dusting of pale gold hair.

  Having seen naked males only as statues in certain art instruction books, she was fascinated by having the actual article so close for inspection. Such an excellent article, at that.

  He didn’t seem discomfited by her perusal. He sat beside her and reached for her.

  Shaken out of her transfixed fascination with his naked body, she grew suddenly afraid. She backed away. “Must we have the lamps?”

  He frowned as if incredulous. “Are you shy, darling?”

  “A little…the first time with someone new.” She added the last to make her hesitation seem less damning.

  “It’s never the expected with you, is it?” He stroked a fingertip along the back of her bare shoulder.

  “What about the lamps?” She tried without success to keep panic from her voice. “Must we really have them?”

  He caressed her back with a light touch. “There’s always a certain intimacy lost in the dark.”

  “I have never found it so.” She held her breath, cringing at the way she’d faltered over the lie.

  Fine lines crinkled around his eyes, which were so dark with desire they seemed to take on a purplish hue. What had put those lines on the face of such a young man? His exposure to sun and sea air during his privateering days?

  He took the edges of her wrapper. She gripped them more tightly. He laughed softly and tugged insistently at them.

  “This is our first time.” The silken persuasion of his voice sent pleasurable shivers deep into her insides. “I’d dearly like to see every inch of your delightful, delicate little body.”

  Warmth blossomed in the center of her heart. Delightful, delicate little body. Did he really think so? Could any man really think that about her thinness?

  She studied his expression and could find nothing but sincerity. She loosened her grip and the dark blue velvet slipped through her hands.

  He bent his head and put his lips to her collarbone as he pressed her shoulders gently. “Lay back, sweetheart.”

  She let him push her back. The downy softness of the feather bed cradled her as she fell into it.

  He stood there, staring at her so intently.

  God.

  Oh God.

  She’d never felt so bare in her life. What did he really think of her thinness? Of the red hair between her legs that was so much lighter and far more vivid than that on her head?

  Why did everything about her have to be so odd?

  His expression gave nothing away and his eyes looked so dark now. It gave him a slightly sinister appearance and caused a tremor of fear to quiver through her.

  Her throat went dry and she swallowed.

  He lowered himself to cover her body.

  The moment was here. She held herself rigid in expectation and her heart began to pound so hard, it began to make her feel a little ill.

  He placed his lips to her collarbone. A soft, gentle brushing.

  It wasn’t happening yet. She still had some time to mentally prepare herself. She barely dared to breathe. What would it be like when he pushed himself inside her, the way Anna had told her men did to women? In moments now, he would do i
t. And she must pretend to be experienced, to accept it. Only by the strictest exertion of self-discipline did she lay there, passive, exposed, waiting…

  Slowly, he kissed his way to her hardened nipple, circling it. Pleasure like nothing she had felt before jolted through her. He let his large, broad hand drift to her belly.

  And lower.

  He brushed her most sensitive place and she jumped. He laughed, a softly sensual sound that sent shivers through her. His gaze was warm, so very warm.

  She tried to smile but her lips were trembling. She was trembling all over.

  “You like that, do you?” He traced his fingers over cleft.

  Her smile froze and she caught her breath. Oh, it was far, far too much.

  “You’re very lovely here. Very, very lovely.” Still touching her in that mind-bendingly intimate way, he bent his head and put his lips back to that dip in her collarbone.

  He moved down her body, his lips touching here and there along her lower rib cage, her stomach, leaving little sparks of fire in his wake. He went lower still, kissing her mons. Her heart began to hammer in her chest.

  Oh merciful heavens…surely not…but yes, yes, he intended to do to her what she’d done to him!

  This she hadn’t imagined.

  Not ever.

  Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

  He could see every part of her. Up close. Heat suffused her face as frissons of apprehension tingled through her, making her breath hitch.

  “Christ, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful here. A perfect crimson heart.” His breath blew over her flesh, the softest, warmest caresses imaginable.

  She shivered in response. His tongue traced along her outer lips. Heat blossomed in her core, provoking the most unbearable desire to feel his touch. Her wetness flowed, an uncontrollable deluge. She moaned, her hips pushing up of their own accord. She slid her hands down her body then skimmed over his head, wanting but not daring to pull him closer.

  His hair was silken, warm against her fingertips. She opened her eyes. His head was there…between her legs, his golden tresses falling over the shocking red of her mons.

  Dear heavens, he possessed the most gorgeous masculine face she had ever seen and he was pressed to that part of her.

  Her mouth fell open with the wonder of it.

  Who could have ever have even dreamt of such a thing!

  She’d imagined bedding a man. She’d pictured it as very direct, very basic. She had never dreamt of such subtle intimacies.

  He swept his tongue into her folds. The wet warmth of it sent sparks of shock tingling up through her stomach and down her legs to her toes. Her hips jerked forward of their own accord and her shriek echoed in the chamber. The sound of it surprised her.

  He explored her with delicate flicks along her inner lips.

  Oh, oh, oh—the anticipation was unbearable. But it was also sweet. So very sweet.

  The flow from her core became a flood and he licked with increasing greediness as if he were seeking to consume every drop she could give.

  He glided his tongue incrementally up along the underside of her sensitive nub. That nub swelled, growing firmer, aching for his touch. Longing pressed her. Longing so strong she trembled with it. On a long, low moan, she closed her eyes and tightened her hands upon his head. Pushing his face closer to her heat.

  Finally, he reached the tip of her nub, teasing it with light touches of his tongue.

  It was as though he poured liquid fire over her sensitive flesh. Oh mercy, it was good, so very good. She let out a long, lingering moan. The energy of it quivered through her whole body. Oh dear lord, she could hardly bear it. Her breath came so hard and fast. She couldn’t help squirming. Writhing.

  He grasped her hips and held her firm and swirled his tongue around his target.

  She shrieked again and entwined her fingers in his hair. She couldn’t keep herself from pressing his head even closer. Couldn’t keep from trying to push her hips up higher. She wanted something else, something firmer, something… He drew her nub into his mouth and sucked.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Her cries echoed loudly in her ears. But she couldn’t keep from repeating herself. Her voice sounded distressed as though she were in pain. Tension built and built in her sex and deep in her belly. Oh, she couldn’t take it.

  But the tension pulled tighter and tighter until it became almost an agony. Then suddenly, all her internal muscles contracted and released and sent waves of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known.

  He didn’t stop, even when her contractions ebbed. Instead, he kept stimulating her with soft little licks. The flames of her hunger rose again and she began to moan and thrash. He stroked her more firmly with his tongue, flicking her nub, swirling around it, sucking it.

  Everything inside her contracted again, fire consumed her, the waves of pleasure coming harder, shooting deep, deep up into her belly. Lasting longer than she’d ever even suspected they could. So long that she was sure the intensity would kill her.

  But when they ebbed again, she wanted more.

  Her whole body shook. She pressed her fingers more firmly, her nails digging into his scalp. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

  “Please, please, please.” She chanted the word over and over. Her heart pounded in her ears at a deafening pitch. She was going to die. Just die. She knew it. But she didn’t care.

  He cradled her bottom with his large hands, lifting her pelvis up, holding her even closer to his mouth and he gave her more, sucking her steadily, firmly, rocking her hips against his mouth with his hands.

  Her screams burnt her own ears.

  Her hands dropped from his head and lay limply at her sides. The feather bed cushioned her abrupt fall from the heights. She lay there, her breath coming hard and ragged. Her throat was afire. Every part of her was weak. Spent.

  “Stop, stop… Oh God, stop,” she panted.

  As if from a distance, she was aware of his movements, the weight of him, as he traveled up her body. He cupped her face. His eyes were like twin flames, burning her. “I knew you’d be a greedy little vixen—but you have exceeded my wildest hopes.”

  His kissed her and she tasted her own salt on his mouth and tongue. It was too unbearably sensual. Too intimate.

  Her body still hummed and ticked with the after effects of such sensual indulgence. Elation filled her, lifted her spirits higher than she’d ever known.

  He gently but firmly nipped her neck, then growled deeply. Despite her exhaustion, the vibrations rocked through her, sending tingling waves down to tighten her nipples and put quivers in her insides.

  She laughed at the sensation and the thought that a gentleman would do such an animal thing. But at this moment everything seemed pleasing.

  Though his hardness throbbed insistently against her leg, he merely held her, slowly stroking his fingertips over her breast and belly in a constant, lazy motion.

  She closed her eyes and let herself continue to float on the honeyed bliss.

  Eventually, his hand drifted between her thighs.

  New, sudden, strong desire stabbed up through her sex. The shock of it made her moan. A fresh surge of wetness flowed over her inner lips. His finger traced her outer lips, parted them and probed into her slick inner folds.

  He was pressing. Pushing. Stretching her too much. It became pain, radiating up from her core. She inhaled deeply to smother a cry of shock.

  “Darling… You’re so very tight.” His voice sounded almost like a prayer.

  Oh Lord, what if he should guess? Covering her panic, she laughed softly. “Everyone tells me that.”

  “Then you should be a wealthy woman already.”

  He pulled his finger out and she gasped with the relief. Immediately, he plunged back in, this time with two fingers, moving and distending her. Fiery sparks of pain shot through her again. She balled her fists against it.

  “Christ, your cunt feels divine. Like tight, wet silk. Do you get this wet every time?”

>   Holding back her pain, she couldn’t answer. It didn’t matter. He didn’t seem to expect an answer, for he was crawling on top of her. Parting her legs. He touched her intimately but it wasn’t his fingers this time. Silken heat slid over her sensitive nub sending sparks of delight to her core. Her inner muscles clenched and she ached with need. Need to be filled. She wanted him inside her. Now. Anything she wanted this badly had to be good. Perhaps a woman wasn’t built for having fingers put up there—but she instinctively knew his cock was exactly what she needed.

  She writhed against that wonderful, warm velvet touching her most intimate part. “Oh please, oh please. I don’t want to wait another moment.”

  “Oh God, yes, I don’t want to, either.” That wonderful velvet heat glided over her wetness to pause at her entrance.

  Her heart began to race. Oh God—this was it, the moment of reckoning. Her last moment as a virgin.

  He thrust forward. There was a ripping, tearing sensation and burning pain exploded within her. She couldn’t hold back a scream of pain as she clawed at the sheets with her nails. He fell on her. His breath panted briefly in her ears.

  His body went rigid above hers. She sensed him looking at her and she kept her eyes tightly closed. Pain…oh, the pain.

  He held himself still inside her. “Christ,” he said softly.

  She caught her breath.

  He knew.

  Oh dear God. Her heart skipped a fluttering beat and her mouth went dry.

  His weight pressed her lightly as he bent over her. The fine hairs on his front prickled against her. His breath was blowing hot and heavy on her ear, as if he’d been running.

  He murmured something. She couldn’t understand it above her own heartbeat. She certainly did not like this lovemaking business. It was too invasive, too painful. If only he would stop now.

  She opened her mouth to say she wanted to cease. “Alex…” Her throat was dry, and his name came out sounding cracked, brittle. Her voice trailed off as her mind failed to find the proper words.