Florentia’s hand pressed against his chest like she wanted to push him away, but instead, she fisted the silky material of his shirt.“I won’t belong to another man.”
He nodded in agreement, understanding that to that old bastard Summerset, she’d been a possession.“You’ll belong to me, Princess.”He tightened his arms around her waist, his hand going to the swell of her arse.“But the difference is,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over hers, “I’d belong to you as well.”
Her hands went to his hair, pulling slightly at his nape.“This is madness,” she said, arching up to meet him.
“Fecking bloody madness,” he agreed, before taking her lips in a fierce kiss.
She opened to him, accepting his tongue greedily.Tavish pulled at the flimsy string of her day dress, making quick work of freeing her from the blasted thing.
She pulled at his new waistcoat, buttons falling everywhere.He pulled at the back of her dress, a tearing sound breaking the silence of the room.
The only noises were the sounds of their kissing, her occasional breathy mewls of pleasure.
Her dress fell down her body, and she kicked out of it, eager to be free of it.Small, deft hands pulled at the flaps of his breeches.
“Take my cock out,a chuisle,” he whispered the endearment.
My pulse.
And damn did she feel like it.It was like his heart had never beaten before he met her.His fingers massaged the strands of her hair, delicate little pins falling to the plush carpet.A tumble of loose blonde curls fell to her milky shoulders.
A trembling hand wrapped around his cock, and he had to count backwards to keep from embarrassing himself.He made quick work of her undergarments, ripping her stays off, leaving her in nothing but a thin chemise.
She explored his hard length, pumping him from root to tip, her wrist twisting in delicious torture.
Tavish took the hem of her chemise in his hands and pulled it up her delicious body.Releasing him, she held her hands up, allowing him to pull the material over her head.
“Fecking hell, you’re perfect,” he grunted out.
His eyes raked over her long legs, flaring hips, small, soft abdomen, and full perky little tits.Just big enough to fit perfectly in his hands.
Tavish ripped his shirtsleeve over his head, throwing it across the room.Picking her up, he captured her mouth with his, wanting to melt at her little whimper of surprise.
Long legs wrapped around his waist, as he staggered to the chaise lounge, his hands secure on that plump little arse of hers.
Their tongues battled against each other until he finally won, sucking her tongue into his mouth.
She was sweet, the taste of her going straight to his hard shaft.Turning them, he placed her down on the chaise, forcing himself to stop kissing her, so that he could finally rid himself of the remainder of his damned clothes.
“I want you now,” she commanded, as he snatched one book and then the other off the chaise, tossing them into the abyss of the drawing room.
His breeches and drawers were next.Finally, he was free.
Joining her on the chaise.Tavish gripped her hair, dragging her to him, bringing her lips to his, as her hands ran up and down his body.
He was all muscle, always had been, even as a lad.
He flipped them over so that she was spread out on top of him.Her breasts to his chest, her sex leaking on his cock.
“Ride me, Princess.”He took hold of her legs, bringing her knees to straddle him.
He rocked her against his cock, loving the feel of her gliding against him.
“God, yes,” she moaned, rising above him to sit up as he laid spread out beneath her on the chaise lounge.
Tavish took his cock in his hand, covering himself in her juices.He chased her, pulling her to him, to take one of her pert pink nipples into his mouth.
She sank down on top of him, desperate, frantic.Florentia cried out in pleasure as he grunted around her nipple.
