There were certain events in one’s life that seeped into the deepest crevices of your soul. And altered who you were. Forever.
He took her hand and brought it to his prick straining inside his breeches. “This is what you do to me. I want to fuck you. Make you come hard.” He stared down at her lovely face, needing her more than he’d ever needed or wanted anything else. “No binding this time, you have my word.” Yes, he said, “this time.” Because he sensed that sooner or later, her desire and curiosity would get the better of her.
He waited, doing nothing more than mentally willing her to trust him and acquiesce.
Her lips were parted. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breaths. An eternity seemed to pass. Then her fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. And she squeezed. His eyes practically rolled back in his head. He immediately swelled in her hand to painful proportions.
Oh, that was definitely a yes.
“You’re all mine…” he growled. Reaching under her gown, he yanked her caleçons off, tearing the drawers slightly with his urgency.
He had her legs spread in an instant. Kneeling between them, he cupped her sex under her skirts and began massaging her mound, coating his fingers with her juices. He watched her reactions. Lips parted. Eyes closed. Her breaths choppy.
Then he drove two fingers into her slick core.
She arched off the ground with a cry—the sultry sound making him seep some spunk. She was so wet, so soft. Exquisitely tight. Her snug clasp around his fingers was driving him out of his mind.
In the distance, he heard thunder rumble in the sky. He shoved thoughts of possible rain from his mind. He wasn’t stopping now. He’d waited forever to have her again. Nothing was going to ruin this.
But Juliette had noticed the sound too. Her delicate brow furrowed as she looked up at the sky. Locating that sweet spot inside her vaginal wall, he curled his buried fingers and pressed, making her cry out for him again. She squirmed. Clearly, no one had ever showed her how to enjoy the intensity of it. The surprised, hungry daze in her eyes was as adorable as it was inflaming.
Both this time and the last.
Luc silenced the niggling questions that flitted through his mind about this woman and how extensive her sexual experience ought to be. He had her undivided attention now. And he couldn’t wait to bring her into new, uncharted sexual territory.
“Focus, right here, chère…”
She writhed against the sensation, her breaths shallow and short, no longer caring about the sky or the second thunderclap overhead.
He eased the pressure and began lightly thumbing her engorged little clit, adding more familiar sensations so she wouldn’t squirm away from the slow circular strokes he was plying to that sensitized spot inside her sheath.
Her squirming lessened instantly.
She began to moan, each delicious sound reverberating through him down to his aching sac. “Press against my hand. Don’t try to pull away from it.” But her eyes were shut, and she responded with more wiggling. More little moans.
“I…I can’t… I’m going… I can’t…” Each incoherent phrase was uttered on a pant.
He smiled, despite the state he was in. “The sensations are intense, aren’t they?” He pressed a little harder on the textured spot inside her core, strengthening his strokes.
She squeezed her eyes shut with a whimper and nodded.
“Good. You’ll get used to it. This is the level of intensity you can expect with me.”
With his hand under her skirts, he couldn’t see a damned thing. And while he had a break in the clouds overhead, he wanted to see her sex. He wanted to see her entire alluring form that right now was on fire for him. Grabbing the hem with his other hand, he impatiently tossed it back without missing a stroke inside her cunt and to her clit.
His hand glistened with her juices, and her hips still wiggled erratically. His mouth watered. “Juliette…fuck my hand. You can do it. Thrust into it.”
But his beauty wasn’t listening, too engulfed in the keen sensations inside her tight, sweet sex.
Keeping his strokes steady, he lowered his mouth onto her swollen clit and sucked.
Her hips shot straight up, a sharp mewl escaping her throat, the action allowing him to push his fingers against the overwrought spot harder, sending a sharp spike of sensation through her cunt. Just as he wanted.
Her gorgeous derrière fell back down onto the ground. Her legs were shaking. Her fingers were digging into the grass. And she was back to writhing. “Luc…please…”
“Oh, I’m going to please you. I’m not even close to being finished with you,” he growled. Her taste in his mouth drove him wild. She tasted so good. The most delicious aphrodisiac.
Fuck. He had to have more.
“Do it again,” he demanded. “Fuck my hand.” This time, he dipped his head, hovering his mouth over her clit. Close enough for her to feel his breath. Without touching her. “Thrust your hips up. Put your pretty clit in my mouth. You know you want to.”
She didn’t hesitate, despite knowing the spike of sensation she’d get from his buried, busy fingers, and arched hard toward him. He rewarded her with a deep suck and another intensified stroke inside her sex before her hips fell back down. Hungrily, she began thrusting her hips at him again and again. He suckled and lapped at her clit each time she met his mouth.
He had her craving each new heightened shot of pleasure inside her sheath now, greedily thrusting for more. And he reveled in it, inebriated by her taste and the erotic sight of her undulating hips. Dieu, this was heaven and hell. His need was unbearable. He was so damned hard, he felt light-headed.
Another thunderclap resounded overhead. The clouds temporarily blotted out the moonlight casting them in darkness. He cursed. Rain was coming. Soon.
And he had to have her.
He gave her one last suck, then removed his buried fingers and all the sensations he’d been plying her with.
“No!” Her protest came instantly.
“We’re not done,” he assured. “Take these clothes off. I’m seeing all of you this time.” With practiced haste, he began stripping away her clothing. She sat up to help, her urgency causing her fingers to fumble. He brushed them aside. “Let me.” He pulled her gown up over her head and pressed her onto her back. But he stopped short of freeing her arms from the gown. Before she could react or even notice, he tossed off the remainder of her undergarments, then slowly slid her final article of clothing, her chemise, up her soft form to tangle with the gown around her arms.
The clouds above moved, casting moonbeams onto her beautiful body, naked except for her stockings and slippers, aglow in silver light. Her arms caught up in the voluminous material were over her head, making her breasts more pronounced. Her nipples were taut little berries, needing to be sucked.
Just then, she tried to pull her arms loose from her clothing. He stopped her. “Don’t. Just stay like that.”
He saw her objection cross her features, and before it came out of her mouth, he gently pressed her arms back onto the grass and, bending over her, kissed the sensitive spot under her ear. “You can easily pull your arms loose if you really wish to. There is no need for alarm. I didn’t hurt you the last time when you allowed me to pin your wrists. I won’t hurt you this time either.” He cupped her breast and gave her nipple a sensuous tug. She gasped. “Trust me, Juliette…just as you did before.” He gave her tender teat a pinch. This time, she arched as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Your gorgeous cunt needs my cock.”
“Your cock needs me too,” she shot back, delightfully saucy despite her pants.
He smiled. “Damn right it does. Let’s end this sweet torment for both of us. Tell me you’ll keep your arms just as they are the entire time.” He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Merde. He was going to start begging if she didn’t agree soon. And he’d never begged. Not once in his life. Not even when he was a boy did he beg for his father to stop.
Her moans
were burning through his blood. He turned to her other nipple but stopped just before drawing it into his mouth. “I’m going to need an answer. I’m going to need to hear you say yes.” He gave her nipple a luscious suck.
“Yes!” She arched off the grass. “I’ll do it… I want you now!”
She was so frantic and frenzied. He was undone.
Opening his breeches, he lowered himself on top of her. He wedged the crown of his cock at her entrance. “I’m not going to be gentle,” were the only words he could force out. His shaft never felt as heavy or as hard as it did when he was with this woman.
Her eyes were closed and her face turned. Her response was a soft whimper and a nod. He hooked her leg over his arm, angling her hips to his liking for the deepest possession, and drove into her. Feeding her his full length.
His groan eclipsed her cry. Pleasure slammed his senses. She was clenched around him so tightly, he could feel his prick pulse. And he had no idea if the throbbing was coming from her or him. He buried his face in her neck and fisted the grass near her head with his free hand, the pleasure so keen, he could barely contain the urge to let go—when self-control had never been a struggle during sex before.
Vaguely, he heard another distant clap of thunder. A bead of sweat rolled down his back just as the first drops of rain hit his skin—the cool droplets that only added to the dazzling sensations swamping his body. He withdrew slightly, then tunneled back in. Testing his restraint.
She squirmed under him and thrust her hips, trying to grind against him.
A delectable little plea for more.
He withdrew with a slow, muscle-melting drag, then thrust back in. Then again, and again, increasing his speed and intensity with each downstroke. “This is what you want, isn’t it? My cock inside you.” His voice was so rough, it didn’t even sound like his own. She moaned her approval. Pressing his palms on the ground near her hip and head, he lifted his chest to watch the siren of his fantasies. To let the cool raindrops hit her skin. With her arms above her head, her breasts were lifted so gorgeously.
Rain began to fall on her face, on those lips he was so starved for, on her beautiful tits. Water drops rolling across her skin, dripping from her nipples. She looked so damned good. She felt so incredible. And she didn’t object to the rainfall. She closed her eyes and surged up to meet his every fierce plunge. Matching his hunger with her own.
He fucked her for all he was worth, relentless rapid thrusts stroking her sex, his angle making contact with her clit each time. The moment he felt the fluttering inside her sheath, he knew she was about to come and braced himself for her release, pinning down her gown that was twisted around her arms.
She bucked beneath him and screamed his name, her snug sheath tightening around his shaft as waves of stunning little spasms coursed along his thrusting cock. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold back his orgasm until the final contraction clenched his length.
Semen barreled down his cock. He jerked himself out, crushed her to him, groaning long and hard against her neck. Each spurt of come shot from his prick in a powerful rush. Ecstasy swirled up his spine, flooding his system. He held her tightly, still coming in mind-numbing jolts, until the final draining drop.
His heart pounded. His breathing labored. And his muscles had melted to nothing. Jésus-Christ, he’d had good sex before. His carnal encounters were always intense.
But sex with this woman took it to an entirely different level.
Euphoria hummed in his blood.
The rain had diminished to a fine mist, lightly teeming down on them. He lifted his head and looked down at her. Even in the faint light, he could see she was just as overcome by their encounter as he was.
He forced his lax muscles to move, shifting his body partially off her. He brushed away a strand of her dark hair from her face, then snagged the first article of clothing he could find, her caleçons, and wiped his semen off her belly and thigh before cleaning himself. Tossing it to the side, he pulled her arms free from the gown and chemise and gently massaged them.
“Are your arms sore?” he asked.
*****
Isabelle shook her head. Her breathing slow to return to normal, she struggled to find her voice. Her sex was still lightly pulsing after the deluge of erotic pleasures he’d flooded her with. Without a doubt, this man was dangerously gifted in the art of pleasure.
She was deeply sated, soaked from the rain. Utterly wrung out.
She wanted to curl into him and drift to sleep, regardless of the weather.
He nuzzled her neck. “I’ve ruined more of your clothing. I’m going to owe you an entire wardrobe soon.” His breath was warm against her rain-soaked skin.
She didn’t care about her clothing. And she couldn’t seem to muster any remorse over the encounter she’d just had with Luc. It was incredible. Beyond exhilarating. Once again, she felt such deep bliss. Such deep peace.
And so vulnerable to him that slowly, steadily, panic was beginning, shredding away the rare sense of contentment.
He caressed her breast. She flinched, her nerve endings feeling raw and overwrought.
“Too sensitive still.” He smiled. “You look so beautiful. Have you any idea how breathtaking you are?” The soft way he said that made her heart flutter. And for tender emotions to surface. Familiar emotions she’d once harbored for him.
And that frightened her more.
Desire and soft sentiments clouded one’s judgment. She couldn’t seem to rein in her hunger for this man. But any romantic feelings were out of the question.
Especially since she didn’t know if she could trust him with the truth.
She’d seen what aristos were capable of, their unconscionable acts during the Fronde, the civil uprising that had devastated everyone outside the upper class and cost her family their theater. Their world. Then there were the aristos who’d been part of her life, like Leon de Vittry, a longtime friend, practically from childhood, who’d managed to conceal the twisted evil he harbored inside—for years.
And Roch, whose initial benevolence had been so convincing, she’d placed not only herself but, more importantly, her son in harm’s way.
Dipping his head, he pressed his warm lips against her throat and lightly drew her cool, wet skin into his hot mouth with a soft suck she felt all the way down to her toes.
Leave! screamed the voice of reason. Her treasonous body was already beginning to rebel against her. Again.
“I would love to stay here and have you again and again. Dieu, I’ve never found the rain more appealing than when you are in it.”
Isabelle pushed firmly against his chest. “I have to go.” She managed a smile. She needed to leave. To shore up her defenses that were far too easily decimated by this aristo.
His brows rose in surprise, but he sat up, allowing her to do the same. Disappointment was easily readable in his eyes.
“You don’t have to leave,” he said as she stood and began donning her drenched clothing.
“I do, I’m afraid. It’s raining.” She seemed to always be leaving him in this sodden state.
His smile returned. He looked up at her, still seated on the grass, his wet sculpted chest bare. His breeches open. And with the rain beginning to diminish, the clouds departing, the light of the moon illuminated that impressive part of his male anatomy he used with such masterful skill. She had to force her eyes to remain on the task at hand—dressing herself.
“A beautiful woman once told me the rain is good for you.”
“Everything in moderation.” Her wet fingers fumbled with her ties. Damn it.
He leaned back on one elbow, the moon casting shadows on the dips on his abdomen.
His smile grew to a grin. “I prefer excesses in certain things in life. Like sex. You. Sex with you.”
He drew a smile from her, despite the urgency she felt to flee. She had the distinct impression he wasn’t trying to be engaging—as most men did. This was simply his natural charm and seductiveness.
“I thank you, but we are soaking wet, and I’m in desperate need of a warm bath.”
He opened his mouth.
“Alone,” she quickly added, reading his next tempting offer.
With a soft laugh, he rose to his full height and sauntered over to her. His breeches were still open, the wet fabric molded against his thighs and narrow hips.
A devastating image to behold.
She quickly shot her gaze to the river, far less inciting to her senses. “Would you kindly assist me with this gown?”
“It would be my pleasure.” He moved behind her. His fingers brushed against her back as he helped with her clothing. A tiny thrill flickered inside her.
His fingers brushed her skin again and again as he completed the task at hand. Forcing her to fight off salacious thoughts she needed to quell. And if his tantalizing touch wasn’t enough, she couldn’t get the image of his open breeches out of her mind. He was close enough that she could reach behind her and wrap her fingers around that glorious shaft of his. The urge was beyond fierce.
“There. All finished,” he murmured in her ear.
She swallowed hard and brightened her face with a smile before turning to him. It took every bit of self-discipline not to ogle his body. Or his sex, now protruding from his breeches.
Proof that his desire had spiked, like hers, at their proximity.
She stepped back and grabbed his shirt off the ground. “You should dress.” Firmly, she pressed it against him. The sooner he dressed, the sooner she might regain her faculties.
He cocked a brow, and his lips twitched in amusement. “Are you sure, Juliette?”
No. “Yes.”
He waited what was probably a moment but felt more like an eternity, then pulled his shirt over his head and down his torso. The wet fabric immediately molded to his chest like a second skin. He tucked in the shirttails, and they stuck against his newly stiffened cock. Every inch of his erection was there for her viewing pleasure. A sudden bolt of raw desire shot through her blood.
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