Page 58 of Forever Her Bachelor

He returned to her and kissed her ankle, sending pleasure pooling at the apex of her thighs with each nip of her sensitive skin. He trailed a path of liquid heat to her core. Pippa quivered in anticipation as he stopped at her mound. Brown eyes that appeared black with lust stole her breath away.

“I’ve thought of nothing but tasting you again.” He placed a lingering but quick kiss to her sex that had her arching toward his sinful mouth, wanting him on her.

“It’s all I’ve thought of as well.” The breathy truth left her. She was bold again, propelled by the events of the day and him.

He pulled her toward him so that her sex was perfectly aligned with his mouth, her legs opened obscenely wide. “Tell me what you want, Kitten.”

It was a command that she had no choice but to obey. “I-I want your mouth on me.” It was a weak response, but she could hardly form an opinion with his gaze locked on her as if she was a weak little rabbit and he a wolf.

“Here?” He placed a kiss on her thighs that caused her leg to shake embarrassingly.

Pippa shook her head, unable to form a coherent thought.

He moved to her other thigh, his long, aristocratic nose grazing her sensitive sex. Pippa quivered, a whimper escaping her.

“Here?” He nipped her skin, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Her sex ached with need, her fingers balling into a fist as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to control herself. “Please,” she begged him.

“Tell me.”

Frustrated and completely aroused, Pippa placed her hand on her sex, opening herself to him. It was the bravest and wickedest thing she had ever done in her entire life. She reveled in it. “Here. I want your mouth here.”

A grin of victory shot across his handsome face before he leaned forward and ravished her.

“Oh, God!” she called out. “There, right there!”

Pippa’s body nearly erupted in pleasure. Her heart was beating in her warm chest, her breathing labored. She gripped his hair, needing him to stay exactly where he was.

Dear God, she had never experienced such pleasure, not even the previous night. Her devilish husband didn’t relent. He continued teasing her with his tongue. Before she could prepare herself, her body crashed into wave after wave of pleasure so intense that she couldn’t see anything but darkness.

St. Clara nipped and kissed up her body, stopping at each breast as he took her hand in his.

Pippa opened her eyes to find him smirking down at her, the yellow ribbon still hanging around his neck. Her breathing was labored as she tried to catch her breath.

She stared wide-eyed as he took her hand in his, removing the ribbon from around his neck and began binding them together. Every twist around their combined hands increased Pippa’s heart rate and need for him.

Although it was not tight, the fabric connecting them grounded her to him, providing a security she hadn’t experienced in years.

Pulling him to her, she greedily kissed him as he wove their fingers together. They were connected, past, present, and future.

She gasped as he entered her, slowly, never breaking their kiss, never releasing her hand.

The sudden pain did nothing to stop her from wanting him, from being his. She was full, yet it was not completely unpleasant.

Breaking their kiss, he peered down at her with concern in his eyes. “Are you well?” he asked, his body quivering above her.

She could tell that he was having some difficulty restraining himself, but the fact that he cared about her well being moved Pippa more than he would ever know.

Cupping his cheek in her free hand, she leaned forward and whispered against his lips. “I am yours.”

Insistent lips claimed hers, a firm hand wrapped around her waist as he began moving. Her breath stuttered against his lips as he began a slow, sensual dance, nearly leaving her body completely before he thrusted forward, filling her again.

It was torture and bliss because all she wanted was more. The events of the day burned in intensity while his free hand scorched a path from her leg to her breast. She quivered in need, wanting him more than anything, and her heart overflowed with an unidentified emotion.

That day, their wedding day, had unlocked something inside of her that had been buried nine years, and now, she never wanted to lose it.

Trailing his mouth to her neck, he buried his head, his breath hot on her skin. “Kitten.” Her name was like a prayer to her ears, like she was a being of eminent power.