She was snug, wet, warm, home.
He’d wandered for years, feeling like the odd man out in his large family of overachievers, only to find what he’d been looking for in a spoiled ex-debutante.
“That’s it, Princess.Ride my cock,” he said, before he sucked the flesh of her breast.
He bit her lightly, and she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her core tightening around his cock, as he was bathed in her juices.“Yes, come on my fecking cock.”
“Tavish!”she cried out, one of her hands pulling his hair so hard it hurt.
He kissed up her body, sucking on her neck, near to bruising.With his hands on her waist, he tried to control her speed on top of him.
She wasn’t having it.
Florentia’s speed increased, as he tightened his hand around her waist, going deeper and deeper with every motion.
“Ahh,” she shouted, her head falling back, her long hair tickling his fingers around her waist.She rocked through another release, bigger than her first.
“You’re never fecking escaping me, you hear me,a chuisle.”He bit her bottom lip.
She shook her head, frantically.“Don’t want to,” she panted, her green eyes digging into his very being.“Yours.”
That one little word rearranged Tavish’s world forever.
Desperate.He flipped them over without breaking their erotic rhythm.Lifting one of her legs, he pounded into her relentlessly, loving the way she begged for his cock.
“More, Tavish, please more.”Her fingers dug into the flesh of his arse.
Her walls spasmed around him, gripping him in a chokehold.She cried out in ecstasy as her body spasmed wildly.He held her to his chest like the treasure she was, his own climax tumbled after hers.
“Fecking, bloody, hell,” he shouted, sitting up and dragging her to him to pound into her wet heat, as he spilled himself inside of her until he was spent.
Pressing himself against her, he pulled her to him for a wild, filthy kiss, then rolled them again so that she was lying across him.He stroked down her back, slowing the kiss.
She looked at him, a smile on her pretty face.“Thank you.”
He laughed and kissed her on the forehead.“Oh, now you have bloody manners.I should’ve shagged you hours ago.”
“Shut up, you bloody brute,” she said, playfully kissing his chest.
“I’m your bloody brute now, Princess.”He tapped her arse playfully, causing her to giggle.
“Yes, I suppose you are.”She gave him a brilliant smile before she kissed him.
The next two days were spent with Florentia.It was nonstop shagging, and Tavish couldn’t get enough of her.The first day, he’d taken her on every surface of the parlor, before Anderson knocked on the door asking if they were having dinner.
They weren’t.
When they finally retired to his chambers, which he had made theirs after they spent the first night together, he took pleasure in teaching her how to properly please a man with her mouth.
After spending the night with her in his arms, her body wrapped around his, Tavish wasn’t going to ever going to allow her sleep without him again if he had anything to say about it.
Talking to her was as easy as breathing, and they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms learning everything they could about each other.
And he liked listening to her talk, especially when she talked about books.Underneath her hard exterior was a true bluestocking, but she did threaten to poison him if he ever told anyone.
Tavish definitely didn’t want to test that theory.
He chuckled to himself as he jogged down the stairs.Old Summerset should’ve died a thousand times for what he did to her.He wished he could bring the bastard back to life so he could kill him all over again.
