Wicked And Wild: Spencers in Love Book Two

by Abigail Graves

  Why not? She bit her lip as she surveyed all that she saw. She used her leg to pull the sheet lower, almost down to his knees. Mirabelle smiled wickedly as she looked at his cock, lazily resting against his thigh. Beginning at his collar bone, she carefully brushed her fingertips along his skin. She let them push through the dusting of hair on his chest as she traced the muscled contours down to the ridges of his abdomen. As Mirabelle explored Lucien's body, she felt as if she was touching someone else's property. Everything she took in with her eyes and her fingertips was not hers but some other woman's. Defiantly, she continued. Lucien moaned and shifted slightly. Mirabelle stilled, holding her breath. When his breathing became relaxed again, she let her hand brush his thigh. He felt so solid beneath his skin, as if he was carved from marble beneath his warm flesh. She let her hand trail up his other thigh as she watched him harden. By the time Mirabelle gently wrapped her hand around his erection, it felt like steel beneath the hot, delicate skin. She stroked gently and Lucien began to grow restless. She knew he would wake soon but she didn't want to stop.

  "Mirabelle." Her name left Lucien's lips as a gasp. She froze for a moment. When he didn't move, she let go of his erection and carefully pulled back. Mirabelle checked and Lucien's eyes were still closed. He said her name? She settled back against the pillows. Refusing to break the contact completely, she rested her hand on his chest. He moaned her name again and Mirabelle shut her eyes.

  A moment later, Lucien woke with a gasp. She could feel his heart start to pound wildly under her hand. He rested his atop hers for a moment before he carefully slid it off. He looked at her and cursed before he stumbled from the bed and rushed into his dressing room.

  Was he sick? Mirabelle wondered as she listened intently. She heard a rhythmic tapping sound and quietly slid from the bed. She tiptoed towards his dressing room, staying close the wall. The door was cracked and when she peeked in, her heart stopped. Lucien was stretched in a chair, one hand wrapped around his erection pumping furiously while the other held his balls. His eyes were tightly shut and his breath hissed in and out.

  "So good! You're so damned good!" He whispered just before he gasped and stream after stream of fluid shot onto his stomach. Mirabelle covered her mouth to keep from screaming and backed away. She tiptoed to the bed and crawled to her side. She faced away from Lucien's dressing room and forced her breathing to relax. A few minutes later she heard the door click softly.

  That was it. She'd had enough. Mirabelle was done with feeling unwanted.

  Chapter 20

  Lucien stared towards the study window as he waited for Mirabelle to come down for breakfast. Despite having a mild hangover, he was grateful that the night before hadn't been the disaster it could have been. He'd felt so aroused and emotional, he'd considered not going to Mirabelle and staying in his own bed. If he hadn't told her to keep her nightgown on, Lucien was sure he would have gone too far. He'd awoken with the hardest morning erection he'd ever had. He'd been so urgent, he'd forgot to lock the door. He needed to be more careful, it could be disastrous if Mirabelle caught him.

  Lucien looked up to see the object of his thoughts walk in and shut the door. His eyes widened. He was in trouble. Mirabelle's shoulders were back and her head was tilted upwards. Her delicate fists were clenched at her sides. Sweet Lord, she was going to blow if he didn't handle this right. Whatever this was. She stopped in front of him. Lucien prayed silently as he looked up at her.

  "My love?" He said softly. Mirabelle flinched and he knew he'd just lit the fuse.

  "I'm going to Spencer Place." She announced and Lucien nodded carefully.

  "I'll order a carriage. I think we should make it just in time." He started to rise and Mirabelle stilled him with a hand on his shoulder.

  "I'm not going for breakfast. I'm taking my things with me." Her nostrils flared and she pursed her lips. Lucien felt as if he'd been punched in the gut.

  "You're leaving me? Why?" His voice broke and he reached for her. "Please, tell me what's wrong!" He pulled her to him. She stiffened in his arms. He looked up at her. "Mirabelle, please!" He was afraid she'd shut him out like last time. It had taken so long to break through.

  "You don't want me Lucien; you've made that very clear. I told you I wouldn't be taken for granted. I've had enough." Her voice was so flat, so cold. Lucien shook his head.

  "Of course I want you! Are you mad?" Mirabelle's eyes flared and she tried to pull away. He wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her in place as his eyes pleaded. "How could you think I don't want you?" Mirabelle's jaw dropped.

  "Because I'm not stupid, Lucien! I may have been a virgin but I had a fairly good understanding of what happens in the bedroom. You barely touch me and you can't stand to look at me. And you flinch and push me away every time I try to touch you." She dared him to contradict her. He shook his head.

  "No!" He looked at her wildly. "You don't understand!"

  "I don't? And how could I misunderstand that you only come to me at night and only do what's necessary in order to get an heir and that you've rejected every advance I've made?" Her voice shook and Lucien felt his gut clench. His head fell as guilt welled within him.

  "How could I have messed this up so badly?" He whispered. "You have to believe me. I want you, Mirabelle. I need you." He pressed his face against her stomach and silently begged for a way to make everything right.

  "Stop, Lucien. I saw the letters." His head snapped up. Letters? She must have sensed his confusion. She reached back and slid the top, right drawer open and Lucien felt the color drain from his face. "I don't know who she is but you won't let her go. She's keeping you from me and I can't live like that."

  "Oh, God! No!" Lucien's voice cracked and he tried to pull Mirabelle to him. She pushed back. "Please, listen to me..." She cut him off.

  "I saw you this morning." She whispered. His heart stopped and his hands fell from her. He shut his eyes when he heard her drag in a ragged breath. "I was right there and I wanted you, Lucien. I touched you while you were asleep and it felt so wrong because I knew that you belonged to someone else but I couldn't stop. And then you woke up and fled from me so that you could imagine you were with her while you pleasured yourself. So, I have to go. Because if I don't, I'll wonder if you're imagining her in your arms every time you're inside of me." Mirabelle turned and Lucien's hand wrapped around her wrist.

  "It's you!" He whispered urgently.

  "What?" Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head. "You can't possibly expect me to believe..." This time he cut her off.

  "I wrote them while you sat on that couch and read. I wrote them because I could think of nothing else and I couldn't tell you." Lucien stared into her eyes and pleaded for her to believe him. Mirabelle started to say something and stopped. She shook her head.

  "No. You said you tasted me. I know you've never..." Her voice trailed away.

  "You're on my hands, after I touch you. When you're not paying attention, I lick every trace of you off of my fingers. It's why I can barely wait for you sometimes." Lucien's voice was low and strained with desire. He knew Mirabelle believed him when she trembled. She leaned against the desk.

  "Then why? Why have you withheld so much? Do you know how disappointed and frustrated I've been? I married "The ton's most talented and wicked rake" only to have him bed me as if it were a chore."

  Lucien raked his hands through his hair and groaned.

  "I'd never taken a woman's virginity and I'd never had a wife. I wasn't sure what would be appropriate, I didn't want to hurt you or offend you."

  "I'm fairly certain you've had plenty of wives, Lucien." Mirabelle whispered.

  "Maybe, but all of the ones I've known were..."

  "Bored and unsatisfied?" She offered.

  Lucien fell back against the seat in shock.

  "Oh, my God!" He whispered. His eyes were as large as saucers. "Oh, my God!" If anyone found out that his wife was unhappy and neglected, he'd be laughed out of society. "Oh, my God!" Luc
ien looked up at Mirabelle. If he wasn't so appalled, he'd have been relieved to see the smile on her face.

  "Why would you think you couldn't touch me, or look at me or do any of the things you wrote about?" She asked gently.

  "Because you're you. You're good and pure and not like any of the women I've been with before." Lucien spanned her waist with his hands and pulled her against him. She fisted her hands in his hair and pushed back so that he was looking up at her.

  "Good and pure?" Mirabelle laughed. "I swear that as soon as you proposed, you began to forget who I am, Lucien!"

  "I'm so, so sorry!" His eyes watered as she bent down to kiss him. She pressed her lips to his briefly.

  "From now on, why don't you just do the things you want to me and trust me to tell you if I don't like it?" Mirabelle traced his jaw with her finger and smiled knowingly. Lucien was speechless and could only nod. Somehow this morning was turning into one of the best of his life. "I have a feeling that I'll like most of it." She whispered.

  "Are you sure? There are so many things and I could lose control." Lucien brought her wrist to his lips and began to suck on the tender skin while he looked into her eyes. They became glazed and heavy.

  "What were you thinking about?" Mirabelle asked softly.

  "When?" Lucien rubbed his lips against her palm.

  "In your dressing room. What were you thinking about as you touched yourself?" Her voice wavered and she blinked drowsily. Lucien knew that she was picturing him and was aroused by what she saw. His cock strained against his trousers as he leaned forward.

  "I had my mouth on you. My head was between your beautiful thighs and you were riding my tongue." Lucien watched as her pupils dilated and she licked her lips.

  Then, the most amazing, erotic thing Lucien had ever experienced happened. Mirabelle hopped on the desk and placed her feet on either side of Lucien, on the armrests of his chair and slowly started raising her skirt.

  "Show me." She demanded as her knees came into view. Lucien felt lightheaded.

  "Here? Now?" He asked.

  "Show me." She repeated as she bared her thighs. Mirabelle scooted to the edge and leaned back slightly. He groaned at the sight of her, completely bared before him. "Show me, now."

  He slid his hands up her thighs, marveling at the silken softness of her skin. Lucien looked up to see Mirabelle's eyes close as she sighed, delighting in the feel of his hands on her skin. How could he have been that big of an ass? He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tender skin on the inside of her knee and let them caress the insides of her thighs. He dragged them up and down, savoring the feel of her warm flesh against his lips. Mirabelle's head had fallen back, her breasts rose and fell rapidly as Lucien made his way closer to the apex. He spread her legs wider so his shoulders could settle between them. He bit the inside of her leg, just near her womanhood and she jumped. He laughed softly as he let his teeth graze her firm flesh.

  Lucien looked up and his eyes locked with Mirabelle's. He breathed in deep and let the smell of her flood his senses. He groaned.

  "You can't know how badly I've wanted this." He kept their gazes connected as he set his lips against her heated flesh. She gasped but kept watching.

  "I might have an idea." She whispered breathlessly.

  Lucien smiled as he licked up the length of her, broadly licking her pouting folds. Mirabelle let out a little squeak but was otherwise still, focused on the glide of his tongue against her. He pressed and parted her folds and began tracing and exploring from her outer lips, slowly circling and making his way in. When he found the tiny bud of her desire, Lucien gently rubbed his lips back and forth against it, not ready to make Mirabelle urgent. He wanted to savor her, this first time.

  His tongue found the hot core of her and lapped against it, coating his tongue with her juices.

  "You taste so good, Mirabelle." He moaned against her as he continued stroking against her with his tongue. "I've never tasted anything so sweet in my life." When Lucien looked up, her lids were heavy and her lips were parted but she was still focused on his exploration of her.

  He made his tongue firm and pressed into her core. Mirabelle shrieked and grabbed a handful of his hair. Lucien used his tongue to probe her honeyed tightness, seeking out every drop of her desire. She started panting and became restless, tugging at her bodice and pulling her hair. Desperate to taste more of her, Lucien slid a finger into her and stroked in and out as his tongue lapped at her. Mirabelle sobbed and pressed herself against his face.

  "Please, Lucien!" She begged. Papers fell off the desk as she leaned back on her elbows.

  "More, my love. I need more." He pulled both of her legs over his shoulders and tilted her upwards. "I won't stop until you come with my tongue inside of you." Mirabelle clutched at her bodice and moaned. Her hands skimmed up her neck and a finger slid into her mouth, she bit down as she screamed.

  Lucien slid another finger into her. He opened her so his tongue could quest deeper, seeking the source of her sweet nectar. He'd never been so deep inside a woman and so intoxicated, he was desperate for every drop of her essence. Mirabelle writhed on the desk and begged. Lucien loved that she didn't stifle her responses. He paid his staff well enough; they could pretend to be deaf. Every scream, moan and gasp made his aching cock throb and swell.

  He pulled his tongue from her and pushed it into her folds until he found the tender knot of flesh. Lucien flicked it and Mirabelle yelped and jerked. He wrapped his lips around it and began to suckle as his fingers pressed deep within her. She undulated on the desk, her hips rocking against his mouth and fingers. A ledger thudded as it landed on the floor. Lucien curled his fingers upwards while his lips and tongue massaged the sensitive pearl within her soft folds. Mirabelle bucked against him and gasped loudly. He increased the pressure of his lips and tongue as his fingers pushed deeper within her.

  "Oohh, Lucien!" She wailed as her thighs rose and wrapped around his head, pulling him in closer.

  Lucien felt need explode within him. His cock pulsed and throbbed, straining to be inside of the molten depths his mouth and fingers plundered. The taste, smell and feel of Mirabelle was shredding his control. He suckled harder and pushed deeper. Her shoulders lifted off the desk and she gasped for air. Every muscle tensed and she was suspended, body arched, head thrown back and legs wrapped tightly around Lucien for a desperate moment before she collapsed upon the desk and began shaking violently.

  He withdrew his fingers, lapping, probing and sucking her release from her as she cried his name, over and over again. Still, he couldn't leave her. Lucien bathed Mirabelle with his tongue, causing her body to twist and jerk every time his tongue or lips brushed against her sensitive flesh.

  "Please!" She sobbed as her thighs trembled.

  Finally, he stood, grabbed her by the front of her bodice and pulled her upright. Mirabelle reached for Lucien's face and pulled him to her lips. She kissed him and gasped when she tasted her essence on his tongue. She licked his lips, cheeks and chin ravenously, moaning as she licked him clean then thrust her tongue into his mouth.

  Lucien's head spun. He'd never imagined Mirabelle would be so uninhibited, so curious. He frantically dealt with the buttons of the falls of his trousers and his cock sprang free. He pulled Mirabelle to the edge of the desk and positioned himself at her entrance. Lucien's tongue dueled with hers as he filled his hands with the firm globes of her bottom and thrust into her. He was so urgent and lost in the sweet depths of Mirabelle's mouth that he slid fully into her for the first time, he felt his balls against her bottom and he groaned. She pulled away from his lips and hissed. Lucien stilled and cradled her face.

  "Did I hurt you, sweetheart?" His eyes poured into hers, seeking the stunned depths. Mirabelle blinked and licked her lips.

  "No. I'm not hurt, just surprised. I didn't realize there was so much of you." She squeezed around him and Lucien swore. "I feel so full of you!" He nodded and pushed his hands into her hair, causing pins to fall and sca
tter on the desk. His mouth crashed upon hers as his hips began thrusting.

  Lucien grabbed Mirabelle's bodice with both hands and pulled, ripping it down the front. She pulled from his lips and giggled as she tugged the halves wider. He untied the ribbon of her chemise and ripped it in half as well.

  Like a starving man, Lucien filled his hands with her breasts and buried his face in her creamy mounds as his cock continued to stroke within her. Mirabelle arched, pressing herself against his mouth. Lucien bit the swell of one breast and dragged his teeth along her flesh until his lips brushed her nipple. He flicked it with his tongue and then pulled it into his mouth and began to suckle.

  Mirabelle was mindless. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper within her and clawed at his back. Lucien held her waist and thrust, rolling his hips as he ground himself against her. Mirabelle cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders.

  "Am I being too rough, love?" Lucien panted against her nipple. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled his ear to her lips.

  "I promise I'll let you know if it hurts." She whispered, letting the heat of her breath tickle him. "And then I'll tell you if I want you to stop." Mirabelle caught his ear lobe between her lips and sucked on it. Lucien growled and wrapped his arms around her.

  "God, I love you!" He screamed against her neck and gave into the madness. He drove into her relentlessly as he filled his hands with her breasts. Mirabelle urged him on with her legs and arms, pulling him to her as she bucked against him. Lucien could feel his balls tightening and his cock start to swell. He bent his head and took her nipple between his lips and sucked as he flicked the tip with his tongue. Mirabelle froze in his arms, yelling his name just before she shattered. She tightened mercilessly around Lucien and he felt his climax burst from him as her muscles milked his release. Her name poured from his lips as he felt wave after wave of his seed fill her.