“I can’t.” He lowered his head to hers, their noses touching. “I can’t hold back.”
“Then don’t do that either. We are both beasts, remember.”
Beasts . . .
I want to be so much more than a beast for you.
But this was not the moment. Not the time. This was all about them, naked, skin against skin, together. She shimmied fully out of the trousers he’d already tugged down with impatience. And dear Christ, the gentleman inside him vanished.
Who was he to disobey?
His fingers circled the folds of her sex before pushing inside. He captured her gasp with his lips but let out a groan of his own,their breath entwining like their bodies. She clawed the tips of her fingers into his back and dragged them down.
Neither of them held back. Neither of them wanted to.
“Hell, Selena.” His body was on fire.
“You still have your trousers on,” she accused. “I removed mine, it’s about time we remove yours.”
“If my trousers go, it’s over.”
A skeptical look crossed her features. “What’s over?”
“Me. You. This moment.” He licked her neck. “I’ll enter you. Claim you. Possess you.”
“Is that the sum of lovemaking?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “You enter me? Claim me? Possess me?”
This damn woman. “Today, it is.”
“Then enter, claim, and possess me, Phineas.”
Warrick rose to his knees, his eyes refusing to release hers as he pushed his trousers down his waist. He wanted to own each look, each caress, each whimper that belonged to her. It might even become his life’s purpose to collect them all.
Might?
No.
It had already been decided.
His purpose, his life—they belonged to her.
He fell back over her, shrugging his trousers from his legs. He lifted her chin with a single finger, male satisfaction filling every pore at the expression she gave his cock.
“Look at me, princess.”
“Princess,” she breathed as his hand cupped her core. “I’m not a princess.”
“No, you are not.”
You are everything.
Chapter Fourteen
The act ofintimacy had never been something Selena had given much thought, not even after she overheard the tales of debauchery of her brother and his friends. At first, she’d been detached from the role the women played in those stories because she was a lady and not a woman of easy virtue. They had no bearing on her.
Then, slowly, it became clear. In the minds of the men of theton, romance was nothing but a pretense meant to appease. An illusion for the disillusioned hearts. A fairytale with no fairies and just tales.
Selena lost interest altogether in pursuing such a shallow offering.
