“You’re rather amazing yourself, but entirely too clothed,” she said with breathiness.
“Let me remedy that immediately.” He shed his clothes and came down to trail kisses on her creamy flesh. Her body strained toward his mouth, and when he pressed his lips to her chest her heart pounded against his lips. “You’re mine,” he vowed, unlacing the stays, which bound her breasts. When they thrust forward with the release of the garment, he brought his mouth over her inviting, rosy nipple and suckled for a moment before flicking his tongue back and forth.
Desire struck him like a merciless wave, but he refused to give in to his own need before he had brought her pleasure. She moaned then clenched his hair in her fists. He wanted nothing more than to part her milky thighs and thrust himself into her repeatedly, but he clenched his teeth and bent to slowly remove her silk stockings and ribbon garters. He rolled the material of her stockings down her long legs then trailed his tongue over her skin. “You have the most beautiful legs.”
“And you have the most beautiful mouth.”
He slipped his hands onto her thighs, spread them wide, and lowered himself between them. “Let me show you exactly what I can do with my mouth.”
“Hmm?” was her dazed reply.
In answer, he touched his tongue to the most sensitive part of her body and licked, slowly and deliberately.
Madelaine’s eyes flew wide open, and even as jolts of unspeakable pleasure vibrated from her center to every part of her body, her hands tugged at Grey’s hair in a desperate attempt to get him to raise his head. When he finally relented in his mind-numbing assault of her flesh, he rose up and met her gaze.
“This cannot be decent.” She attempted to scoot back from him, but his fingers under her bottom held her in place.
“Probably not.” He lowered his mouth to the soft flesh between her thighs again.
A thousand sparks arched her entire body as his tongue circled her flesh repeatedly. Heat jolted through her. She no longer cared if it was decent. All she cared about was drawing his mouth closer to her. With that thought, she thrust her hips upward, toward his tongue which moved faster, circling relentlessly until a sharp yearning pulsated within her. “Oh, my God,” she moaned and dug her nails into his back. “Please.”
His tongue flicked, and sucked, pulled and circled. She bucked, consumed by fiery heat and desire. Her belly clenched, then deep within her all her muscles clenched as she rode with the spasms and drowned in the waves of pleasure that followed.
Yet, even then, her desire was not sated. “Take me now,” she demanded, not caring how she sounded.
Grey didn’t hesitate. He rose and plunged deep within her, filling her, with his hard, throbbing shaft that promised to be the answer to her greatest need. She wrapped her legs around his sides as he slid slowly in and out, his pace increasing while the tide within her built once again. Her mind spun as he whispered, “Hold on to me.”
Circling her arms around his back she clung to him, until she could not hold back any longer and pushed her hips upward to meet him as he thrust deep within her once again. Tremor after tremor racked her body, leaving her floating, spent, and breathless. Yet, Grey was not done. A thrill coursed through her as he slid her legs over his shoulders, his body glistening with sweat, the muscles of his arms straining with his effort. He delved into her hard and fast. Madelaine welcomed every thrust. She rose with him in wild pleasure once again as his own release found him and took him over the edge then dropped him down to her where he rolled off of her and brought her with him to lay against his side.
One of his arms draped around her shoulder, while his other hand came to her hair and stroked it. Their heavy breathing filled the room, slowly growing into the barest hiss. Grey’s hand stilled and then came to her chin. He turned her to look at him. “Feel free to come to me at any time no matter who I’m with if you want to try to persuade me of something without riling my temper. I vow to drop everything for you.”
Madelaine’s answer was a sleepy, sated chuckle.
The next day before departing for their new home where Madelaine would settle in while Grey was on his mission, they decided to take one last ride around the castle grounds. As they neared the lake, Madelaine pulled up on her reins. “I do believe Constance is having another rendezvous,” she said, watching as the maid adjusted her cape, tidied her hair and then started trudging in their general direction.
“Do you want to go back the way we came, so we don’t embarrass her?” Grey asked.
Madelaine smiled at her husband’s consideration, but kept her gaze trained on the cave. “I don’t think it’s necessary. Whoever she was with is not following her.”
“Maybe the man already departed.” Amusement laced Grey’s tone.
“Likely. Go ahead for the castle. I never got the chance to thank Constance for helping me, so I could see my father.”
“I’ll not leave you alone anywhere until I know who helped Sutton get his information.”
Madelaine scowled, though secretly pleased Grey was protective of her. “All right. Wait around the bend where you can see us, but we cannot see you. That way I can thank Constance, without making her worried that someone else knows she helped me to leave the castle, besides she and I.”
“Agreed.” Grey kissed her on the cheek and rode toward the turn in the path.
Some minutes later, Constance crested the hill and Madelaine rode toward her, waving. “Constance!”
The maid’s face drained of color and the small pouch she held in her hands slipped to the ground.
Madelaine frowned as she scrambled from her horse and strode toward Constance. Was it embarrassment or something else that held the woman still as a stone? Maybe the man she’d met was still in the cave after all. Madelaine scooped up the pouch and held it toward the maid. “You dropped this.” The pouch held coins if the weight and noise were any indication.
Constance did not reach for her money. “You’re alive.”
The whispered words, reverberating with accusation, sent tendrils of fear racing down Madelaine’s spine. She shuffled backwards, her gaze darting to the bend in the road where Grey awaited. Blast! Her dagger was by her bedside. She forced a smile. “Of course. Did you think otherwise?”
