Seducing Anne (20 page)

“Implicitly,” she mewled as his scruff scraped down the top of her jaw and then lightly abraded her right nipple. He dropped his head, flicked his tongue across the pink protruding tip. “So enchanting, my little lavender. And dear mother of God, how I have missed you and your fragrance.”

She wanted to beg him to return the words of the heart, but she bit the inside of her bottom lip instead. Men did not like desperate women.

“Anne, breathe,” he said, sliding down her body, licking a line down her navel, then circling it with his tongue.

Her stomach trembled and contracted at the soft heat assaulting her flesh.

“Fooooohhhhh,” she exhaled in a rush.

“Better. You will need to breathe if I am to take you tonight.” He lifted his head and grinned at her.

Her eyes went wide. “Truly? You are not in jest? You will make love to me?”

“Yes, oh, yes. You will wait no longer, and my plan will be altered forthwith.” He smirked, but then his eyes softened. “I do not know how you did it—but you have made the mighty Guy fall for you. I love you, little one. You are ever present in all my thoughts, and I have no interest in Jane or your sister. I use them as pawns with the king. That is all I do, and it is always for your benefit.”

“But what do you—”

“Shhhh! No one is to hear you back here while I ravage your sensual body.”

A sluice of heat broke through into her womb, for she was positively dripping for him.

“Hushed voices for you, my lady, as I bring you to the pinnacle of rapturous bliss. No yelling or calling out for God. No one must know you are here. Do you understand?”

How was she supposed to answer and be coherent when his fingers were circling her clitoris and he was kissing her pubic mound, then rubbing his nose in her private, curly hairs?

“Answer me,” he said, his tone stern but his voice quiet.

“Yes, sir. I will stay quiet. No one will be aware of my presence,” she vowed.

“If you get loud, I will be forced to gag you, and I do not want that. I want to hear your choked off bleats of pleasure in my ear when I come inside you.”

“Does that mean spilling seed?”

He bit his lip while grinning. “Enough talk.”

He dropped his head, tongued her clitoris, sucked on it and made her head fuzzy like he was so masterful at doing.

I am cherished by this man. I am valuable, more so than wealth and jewels. He wants me!

She closed her eyes and soaked up the riotous sensations he had thrumming through her body at his touch.

Over and over his tongue lapped at her, and then his finger was inside her puss, rocking in and out, inciting her into that spiraling place where she neither knew her name nor her hair color.

“Ready to come?” he whispered across her moist female flesh.

She was supposed to remain quiet, so she gave a quick nod of her head.

Was there a way to stop from spilling
her
seed? And why did he not want her to share it with him?

Wait! Oh God! That would risk conceiving.

But before she could voice her concerns, something pinched inside her, and she was certain he had more than one finger inside her.

“Oh Christ!” she bit out as that pinching intensified into a ripping, lancing feeling inside her.

Her legs tried to slam together, but he kept them apart by placing his chest between them.

He kissed her inner thighs. “Shh . . . ‘Twill pass, sweetheart. That would have been more injurious to you if I had done that with my cock. Your maidenhead is dissolved now. Let your body unwind.”

Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Not due to the twinges of echoing pain, but because she was no longer an innocent maid. She was a woman now, and Guy had made her one. Her heart overflowed with gratitude.

“I love you, I love you. I love. You,” she whimpered through her sobs.

“Oh, you did so well,” he cooed, sliding back up her body. He held her and kissed her, rocking her somehow even though she was trapped beneath him. “We do not have to go any further. At least I spared you from a more traumatic pain. I want you to know only bliss when my cock is inside you. It will never cause you harm.”

She cried and shook in his arms, kissing any bit of his face, neck or chest she could reach.

“Thank you,” she said through a sigh, her chest fighting for glorious air.

“You are most welcome, sweetheart. Would you like me to bring you to completion? You have yet to orgasm,” he said, his voice low and strained.

She felt the unmistakable thickness of his cock on her naked lower belly.

“No, Guy.” She cupped his jaw, hugged his face to hers by resting her forehead on his. “Make love to me, please.”

“If you are certain.” He grinned.

“I am.” She kissed him, and her body, that was still wound tight, somehow melted into the bed as he kissed her with a passion unrivaled by any male she had ever tasted on her lips.

His tongue delved inside her mouth, and she moaned, welcoming it in.

She watched as he rolled her left nipple with his right fingers. It was erotic to hear his deep, desperate pants, and to observe him as he went from careful and calm to on the edge of madness for her.

“So damned beautiful—you have wrecked me, Anne. I mean that. Absolutely. Wrecked. And I could not be happier about it.” He sat up and tore his shirt off, then pushed his breeches down. “Do you know what I had to do to get your ring back from Wyatt?”

She leered at his chest and then her mouth dropped open when she saw the size of his cock.

It was massive, and it beaded at the tip.

“Is that seed?” She sucked her lips in before she salivated on the linens.

“It is. Taste it.” He motioned for her to sit up.

She moved into the position he wanted, and then as he kneeled, he cupped the back of her head and guided her down to his shaft.

“Extend your tongue—rub the head with it,” he said, his voice rough.

A tightness in her belly smoothed the second she did as he said.

Obeying him was liberating, and she was uncertain as to why that was.

“Open real wide, sweet girl. I am going to slip my head to the back of your throat.”

She loosened her jaw, and it cramped for a minute, but then as he thrust forward she grunted at the sensation and forgot about her momentary uncomfortable twinge.

He was smooth like satin, yet hot like succulent, juicy meat she wanted to devour. The muscles in his abs and groin flexed, and she choked on a dying moan.

“Deeper, I will go deep,” he warned, then inched further.

She gagged for a second, but then she exhaled through her nose and tipped her head up a little more.

It was difficult to stay motionless when he was filling her mouth this way, so she gripped her thighs to keep herself stationary. Her eyes watered when her throat threatened to gag again.

He wound his fingers into her hair, bunching it at the scalp.

“You please me, little lavender. You feel so good on my cock already. Cannot wait to be inside your lush puss.” His fingers massaged her scalp, and she hummed at the tingling sensation pricking its way down to the nape of her neck.

“So good. Such a good, good girl. So beautiful and strong—handling that douche.”

She winced. Christ almighty! She had called Guy a douche.

He was anything but a douche, and she was screaming at herself in her head for ever saying those words to him. It was unforgivable.

“Love these soulful, deep, dark eyes that see everything.” He pulled out of her mouth, gripped his cock at the base and tapped the tip of himself at her lips.

She could not help but smile. It was deliciously naughty.

“How do I taste?”

“Better than any hart Harry has ever caught, massacred and tossed into the kitchen.”

His teeth were brilliant white as he flashed a giant smile. “Perfect answer. I must get deeper into that head. You will tell me tonight what you dream of accomplishing, what keeps your intellect active and buzzing.”

Now she was the one all teeth and squinting eyes from smiling so wide.

“Lay back down. I shall have you now,” he said, nudging her down with his right knee.

Once she was flat, he crawled on top of her. “This is your consummation, Anne. It will never happen with the king. You are mine. This is our wedding night. In the eyes of God, when you lie with me and you are not married to another man, then you are bound to me.”

She gasped. “Do you mean to inform the king of this?”

“No. He will not be made aware, but I will know, and I will keep it in my heart. You are to do the same.” He lowered himself over her, and those soft but firm lips, similar to his cock in many ways, took hold of all her senses.

She lost track of time as his tongue stroked over hers, his hands brushed and teased her nipples.

His lips feathered down her neck, and then he sucked on her left nipple while his fingers were back inside her.

She was a little tender, but it was quickly muted by the way he touched some delicious spot inside her body.

“Oh. God. Oh. God,” she breathed with each masterful pump of his fingers.

She was increasing in wetness and insanity.

“You will come on my hand. Do not wait for my cock, sweetheart. Come on the next few strokes,” he told her, his lips then latching back onto her nipple.

He sucked hard, his fingers firmer, pushing deeper inside her puss, and then
white
.

Everything was awash with blinding light as she sparked to life and right as a yell ripped out of her throat, his tongue was inside her mouth, and something large penetrated her puss.

She made a squeaking noise at the back of her throat, but he kept pressing his way inside her body.

He removed his mouth off her when she whimpered.

“Christ, Anne—are you all right, sweetheart?”

She made a mewling, soft pleading sound.

He tried to pull out, but she gripped his shoulders and whispered, “No! Do not!”

“You are in pain—I crush your maidenhead further. I am too big, and your tissues have not had enough time to engorge and stretch on their own. I—” He growled and his head snapped back, his tendons stretched tight in his neck. “I was a selfish, impatient prick, rushing you. I am sorry.”

He remained motionless inside her, his legs shaking. How exerting was it to forbear? It seemed tantamount to holding up the palace on his shoulders like a Greek legend.

“Make love to me as I have begged. I am yours.” She brushed her fingers up his shoulder, past his neck and then stroked his jaw. It flexed under her touch.

“Not if it harms you,” he whispered, sliding his forehead across hers. “I vowed to you my cock would never cause you pain, and it already has. For that, I am a miserable man, unworthy of your forgiveness.”

“You have it.” She tipped her head up and brushed a velvet kiss across his lips. “Though you never needed it. There is no harm. I was only shocked by the intrusion. I have never felt anything like it, but you are exquisite. The most generous man with a beautiful heart almost as large as his cock.” She giggled softly.

“Now you tease my manhood? Well, fuck—I have to do it now.” He pulled back a few inches, then slid back in. “How is that? Is it too painful?”

“It is perfect because it is you.”

“Oh, sweet girl. You have my heart and soul. Must you take every last bit of my sanity, too?”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his broad back. “Yes, that is all mine.”

“Good. Because I will take all of you as well. This”—he tapped over her heart—“is mine.”

His hips tipped up and he went as deep as he could go, eliciting a tight moan out of her.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, sir.” She wiggled under him. “Too good. I had no idea it would be like this.”

He kissed her and licked across the seam of her lips. “You expected pain?”

“Yes. A lot of it.”

“I am glad to dash that expectation to pieces.” He touched along her collarbone with his index finger like he was unhurried and had to know every inch of her body. “So soft, like the fine petal of a velvet flower.” He licked the spot, sucked for several seconds, and it was not until he pulled away that she realized he had just marked her.

She gasped. “Harry will see!”

“It matters not. I will have an explanation,” he said, then did the same on the other side, still making love to her all the while.

A moment later, he was curled around her so he could kiss her, stroke one nipple with one hand and encourage her clitoris to wet her more as he pinched it with his other hand.

She fought off making loud, animalistic cries of pleasure.

“Close, yes? You will come again for me. On my cock this time, and you will remember how this feels tomorrow when you are a little sore. You will remember the way your body took to being fucked by me.”

His words grazed over her lips with his breath.