Just One Night (Le Débauché Club) (4 page)

James grabbed a handful of her Emma’s
hair in his fist. He ignored her whimper as he devoured her mouth, nearly consuming her. She still tasted like cunt. Like the juices from
her
cunt that she’d licked from his fingers because
he’d
ordered it. And that knowledge, that memory made him groan once more with pleasure, and he thrust his cock inside her again and again and again.

She moaned beneath him, bucked upwards and the muscles in her tight channel squeezed him like a fist.
He lost all rational thought in that moment. All he could do was ram himself into her over and over like the primal animal he most definitely was.

* * *

Stars
clouded Emma’s vision. Her eyes fluttered opened and closed, but she couldn’t focus on any one thing. James filled her so fully, so completely.  The weight in her ass held her so still. A spasm rippled through her, and she clutched James’ shoulders, crying out with her release.

Her breaths came out in pants
, and her head was light, almost as though she’d indulged in too much wine. But the only thing she was drunk on was James, his strength, his passion, his masculine sandalwood scent that swirled around her.

“God, Emma,” he rasped in her ear. His hot breath on her neck, his tight hold on her hair, his swollen cock lodged so deep within her.

He moved inside her again, slowly this time, and the ripples of ecstasy washed over her wave after wave. James brushed his lips against hers, gentler than he’d been until now.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, low in his throat.

She blinked her eyes open to find him staring at her with such intensity, she felt it in her core. “I’m yours,” she vowed. And she was. He’d made her feel things she hadn’t even known were possible until tonight. She’d done things with him she could never do with another. She’d wanted him for so long, but had no idea he could make her feel like…this.

The rakish grin she was so accustom
ed to seeing on his face was nowhere to be found. Instead, he looked more serious, more…vulnerable than she’d even seen before. “You belong to me.”

She nodded slowly. “I belong to you.” More than she’d ever belonged to
anyone, even Michael. 

His grasp on her hair tig
htened in his fist . His muscles stiffened and his thrusts increased in pace. The rhythm and power of his strokes shook the bed. Then his head fell backwards, and he released a cry that seemed wrenched from his soul.

Warmth flooded Emma’s channel. “Oh, James,” she gasped a
s her pussy tightened around his length. A new wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and Emma was lost once more.

* * *

His
cock drained and body boneless, James dropped to the bed beside Emma. Breathless and more than sated, he pulled her to him and slid an arm around her tiny waist, securing her to him.

Her blond curls fanned out across his chest, and one of her delicate hands trailed over the muscles of his arm as though she was putting it
to memory. There was no reason for that. She’d have every night the rest of her life to touch him, any part of him she wished.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

James chuckled. That was hardly necessary. “I could say the same to you.”

She lifted up on her arms to look down on him. God she was beautiful, her hair unpinned, down about her shoulders, her lips bruised from his kisses, her emerald eyes, always so honest. “Thank you for bringing me here,” she continued. “I know you didn’t want to.”

He kept his gaze steady on her. “I would have rather stayed in London. Just the two of us.”

Emma looked away, her eyes dropping to
some invisible point on his chest. “You would never have thought about bedding me, if I hadn’t insisted on attending tonight.”

“I would never have thought of it?” He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “Love, I have thought about bedding you since the first moment I met you, but Michael—”

“Has been gone a year and…”

And James had been quite respectful, despite his natural inclinations. ”You were mourning him.”

“I mourned him the night after our wedding. He wasn’t the man I thought him to be and he was equally unimpressed with me.”

What was this? James took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “He adored you.”
How often had James endured his friend’s constant blathering about his wife? The gushing was nearly nonstop. And it had made him despise Michael on more than one occasion.

“
Then he had a very unusual way of showing it since he never returned to my bed.” She shook her head and then met his gaze once more. “I know I’m not a good lover—”

“I beg your pardon.” He frowned. Not a good lover? She milked every last drop of his seed. She’d driven him so wild, he barely knew his name.
Even now, her nearness stirred his cock once more. How could Michael have only spent
one
night with her? It was no wonder she was so damned tight. She
was
practically a virgin.

“But I don’t want to lose you to this world like…”

Like she’d lost Michael? Truly, James hadn’t understood why his friend hadn’t spent more nights at home with his wife that he seemed more than enamored of, but… “You think I want
you
to be part of this world?”

“I’d rather be a part of it than lose you to it,” she said softly.

If he’d known that, he’d have never brought her here in the first place. James pressed Emma back on to the bed and leaned over her. “Darling, did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

A blush stained her cheeks. “I think you know I did.”

The confirmation of his abilities was nice to hear and he couldn’t help but grin, but it hadn’t been what he’d meant. “No. I mean everything you saw down there. The people in the parlors, the people in the ballroom?”

She shrugged a bit. “There’s a certain element of excitement to it all. I—” She bit her lower lip, looking a bit sheepish.

“Yes?” he prodded.

“Well, I rather like everything
we
did. Your punishment, your—“

“You liked my punishment, did you?” His grin spread wider across his face.
He had, after all, rather enjoyed it himself.

“I wouldn’t have thought so, n
ot at first. But it was quite wonderful.”

She truly was the perfect woman for him. Who knew Michael North was such a giant fool? How could he have had Emma waiting for him night after night and come to Longfield’s or one of the other gathering spots
instead? “You do realize I can punish you at home, don’t you?” He pressed a kiss to her soft lips. “I can spank you and order you about and we can play with my toys all from the privacy of our own bed.”

“Our bed?” she asked breathlessly. “Not yours, not mine, but ours?”

He might has well have declared himself. But really was there any question to his intentions. “You
did
say you were mine, Emma.”

Her green eyes twinkled. “I didn’t think you meant—
“

“Certainly, you don’t think I’m going to let you get away from me. Michael might have been a fool, but I am most certainly not.” He shook his head. “No, Emma. I plan to have you spread your legs for me every night in the privacy of
our
bed.”

“You do?”

“Mmm. Among other things.” He nodded. “That is, if you’ll have me.”

Her grin matched his, and she nodded right along with him. “Well, I
am
yours. So you may do with me whatever you’d like.”

“Ah, the most wonderful words I’ve ever heard. “ And in that moment, what he’d like
to do more than anything was feel her lips on his again. So he leaned forward, dipped his head down to hers, and kissed her once more.

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