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She pushed her hand into her hair, which was a glorious mess of curls. ‘I’m saying I need to use the bathroom.’
He chuckled at her pragmatism, relief flowing through him. Mel might enjoy mocking him, but she had never been coy. It was one of the things he had always adored about her…
He rolled onto his back and stacked his hands behind his head, aware his erection was already perking up again, but not bothered any more by the insistent need. Or the fact she could see it.
‘Fine. I’ll be waiting to seduce you when you get back then,’ he said.
The lazy feeling of satisfaction and arousal was a heady combination which had to explain the constant yearning. And the unfamiliar desire to go back and correct the mistakes of that night.
Just a physical urge. That was all. Which they could now indulge with one hot night of wild, adventurous and unapologetic sex. He yawned and watched her shuffle to the master bathroom in her sheet, feeling utterly content for the first time in…a very long time.
‘Hurry back,’ he called after her. ‘You don’t want to leave your prince waiting.’
She stuck a middle finger up at him, over her shoulder. ‘Go to hell, Gaultiere,’ she said, but the familiar insult only made the brutal hunger surge. And perked the erection up even more.
He barked out another laugh.
Down, boy.
* * *
‘Please, Rene… Stop torturing me. I need… More…’ Mel groaned, the vicious heat pummelling her from all sides as his devious mouth worked her into a frenzy.
‘I do love the way you beg,’ he answered, glancing up from his position between her thighs.
‘You bastard,’ she moaned.
Then she arched up, tortured, as his finger thrust into her—first one, then two, stretching her, caressing her—while his tongue continued to tantalise and torment her clitoris.
They’d done hard and fast first last night, then slow and devastating, before she’d fallen asleep in his arms.
She’d been in the grip of dreams, of him,alwayshim, when he’d woken her, and asked if she could take him again…
A part of her had wanted to say no, her mind still hazy with sleep, a weird pressure on her chest. But then she’d seen the morning light peeking through the storm clouds and the urge to make the night last just a little longer had made it impossible to do anything but drape her arms around him and offer him everything.
But she’d been trapped in this maelstrom for what felt like hours, his lips, his mouth, his teeth nipping and licking every part of her. And tearing down all her defences. She felt raw, exposed and so needy it hurt.
She’d gone over not once but twice, each orgasm more brutal, more searing than the last. But now he was just toying with her, and she couldn’t stand it any longer.
She fisted her fingers in his hair, yanked hard. His sharp grunt of protest was satisfying. Almost.
His head rose and he stared up at her, his eyes bright with the fierce desire that matched her own.
‘Try that again, Melody…and you’ll get no satisfaction at all,’ he murmured, but then he buried his head between her legs again and, holding her hips, captured the tight nub of her clitoris between his lips and suckled harder at last.
She cried out, the orgasm tantalisingly close, but then he retreated again, leaving her wanting.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he scooped her up and flipped her over onto her stomach before lifting her hips.
He impaled her to the hilt in one devastating thrust. The orgasm barrelled towards her, shocking in its intensity. His hands captured her breasts to thrust harder, to take more. The cries choked off in her lungs, the moans vibrating through her chest, the raw pleasure too much as the thick length lodged so deep it felt as if he were a part of her now.
The wave hit at last, sweeping her over the edge into glorious oblivion, his thrusts becoming harder and more frantic.
The delirious afterglow washed over her as he grew even larger then shouted out his own release.
They both collapsed onto the bed, his big body covering hers. His ragged pants shuddered out against her ear, the huge erection stillthereinside her.
Did he feel it too? This all-consuming pleasure. This brutal connection.