Page 36 of A Lyon’s Promise (The Lyon’s Den)
F or the second time in one day, King contemplated desecrating a grave. God help him, if the man was not already dead, he would beat Montfort to within an inch of his life. The verbal, mental, and physical abuse his wife had suffered during her first marriage was abhorrent!
“I can keep my chemise on if you do not wish to see me without it on.”
He dug deep in order to not toss her on the bed and take what his body had been craving for the last few hours. “Not possible. How else am I to discover which of my touches pleases you…and where?”
Her eyes never left his while he slowly pulled the clothing over her head.
Clad in her silk stockings, tied at the top with blue ribbon garters, and kidskin slippers, his wife was a beauty beyond compare.
Her bosom was just the right size—her breasts would fill his hands to overflowing.
Her waist nipped in before flaring out generously at the hip.
God, her full hips nearly drove him to distraction.
“I do not want you to lean on your hand when you get on the bed. Please let me pick you up and place you there.” When he had, he asked, “May I touch you?”
She nodded, watching him as he got on the bed. “Shouldn’t you remove your trousers?”
“Not yet. I need to unlock your desire and let your passion build first. You won’t be ready to receive me until I do.”
He settled alongside her and trailed the tips of his fingers along her collarbone to her shoulder and back, dipping his head to sample the skin below the hollow of her throat.
“You’re so soft and taste of springtime.
” Need had him by the bollocks, but he reined it in as he trailed his fingers from below her arm to the curve of her hip and back, this time brushing against her breast. “May I—”
“Gavin, you have been so patient with me. You do not have to ask permission. I’m giving you permission to touch me.”
He groaned. “If I touch you anywhere you do not like, promise you will tell me.”
“I promise.”
He shifted so he was straddling her, and the intensity of the heat coming from her center nearly drove him mad. He needed to focus on arousing her until she was writhing in his arms. He caressed her shoulders, and when she closed he eyes, he whispered, “Look at me, love.”
She slowly opened her eyes.
“That’s it. Watch me so I will know where my touch pleases you most.”
She nodded, and he brushed his hands over her breasts, down her sides, to grip her hips.
Her eyes telegraphed her pleasure. Her quiet moans encouraged him to show her more.
He bent his head to sip from her lips before taking his mouth on a journey to her full breasts and beyond…
to her belly and upper thigh. She was breathing hard and begging him, but she couldn’t articulate what she wanted.
He knew what she wanted.
He slid off the bed, shed his trousers, and covered her with his body.
Her hips lifted off the bed as she wordlessly offered what he craved.
“Let me see if you are ready.” He skimmed his fingers from her belly to her thigh, gently probing, then entering her, glorying in the warmth when her essence coated his finger. “You’re wet for me, love.”
“Gavin, please!”
He shifted until he was positioned at her entrance, pressing against her damp warmth. “This may hurt at first.”
“I know.”
The slumberous expression in her eyes was his undoing. He slowly entered her. When she drew in a sharp breath, he paused until she skimmed her hand over his backside and grabbed hold of him.
“More,” she rasped.
He slid deeper and felt her walls stretching to accommodate him.
She lifted her hips, and he knew she was ready to receive all of him.
He buried himself to the hilt. Her inner walls contracted, holding him, releasing him, silently urging him for more.
He withdrew and slid home, deep, again and again.
She matched his thrusts, urging him harder, faster, deeper, until she cried out his name.
He poured his seed into her and followed her over the edge into madness.
She must have dozed off after experiencing the most heart-pounding, soul-searing physical experience of her life in her husband’s arms. His head lay upon her breast and she toyed with a lock of hair that tickled her chin.
“You’ve killed me, love.” She could not stifle her giggle. He lifted his head to look at her and smiled. “You have the most adorable giggle.”
“I am not laughing at you, but at the thought that my divinely muscled husband would perish from making love with his untutored wife.”
“Are you up for another lesson, my darling?”
Desire for this man grabbed her by the throat. “Only if I get to find all of the places that will drive you mad, husband.”
“Do your worst.”
She shocked him down to his bones when she ignored the muscles she had been praising and wrapped her hands around his shaft. His eyes crossed. “I’ve set aside coin for my burial plot.” Her laughter ignited his as he shifted her beneath him once more. “I love you, Lucretia.”
She moaned his name, and he began the rhythm again, urging her to meet his thrusts.
Her body responded as if they had been lovers in another time and place.
He held back until he felt her close to the edge and drove deep one last time.
As their bodies climaxed, she gave him the sweet words he longed to hear.
“I love you, Gavin.”