Page 78 of Forever Her Bachelor

He ignored his weary body, forgetting all the information from his mother’s letters that screamed at him to discover more. His only thought was of his wife; she was all that mattered to him.

He dragged her to him, and she straddled his lap. The pressure of her creamy thighs capturing his helpless legs in their embrace had his cock twitching to be inside of her.

She was his, and he was hers.

“Undress me.” St. Clara felt the shiver that ran through his wife at his sharp command.

He was discovering that his little wife enjoyed when he dominated her in any way, and he enjoyed doing it. Never a quiet man, he preferred to control the bedroom activities with his lovers, but none of his previous conquests was his Kitten.

“So bossy, Your Grace,” she teased, her delicate hands slowly unbuttoning his waistcoat, pushing it down his shoulders. Lifting himself up slightly, he allowed her to pull it off his body.

Pippa pulled at the flaps of his breeches, his cock aching to be inside of her. Once loose, St. Clara wrenched at his shirt, yanking the garment over his head.

Her hands roamed his bare chest, eliciting a hiss from St. Clara. The more intimate he and Pippa were, the more he became obsessed with her touch.

Reaching around her, he began releasing the small buttons of her yellow gown, needing to see her perfection.

The dress loosened around her, and he peeled it over her head, pulling it completely off her. Her stays were next as heunbuttoned them from the front, taking no time at all for him to throw the garment across the cluttered room.

They were alone and would not be disturbed. “Stand up and remove your drawers.”

Her pupils dilated slightly; her breathing increased quickly. As she followed his command, her eyes locked on his while she removed her chemise, freeing beautiful, full breasts that swayed with her every movement.

Slightly overdressed, St. Clara hastily removed his boots and breeches before sitting back to find his naked wife staring at his cock.

“I-I want to taste you.” Her simple confession threatened to unman him.

Taking himself in hand, he stroked his length, pulling the skin back to reveal the bulbous head. St. Clara looked up to find his wife’s mouth agape, eyes riveted.

He licked his lips at the sight of her hungry to taste him. “On your knees, Kitten.”

His wife slowly knelt in front of him, a vision of a goddess whose trust fueled his desire. He groaned when her hand wrapped around his length. She, his bold Kitten, was always ready to face a challenge.

He took the hairpins from her elaborate hairstyle, and her dark, silky tresses fell around her shoulders, teasing her breasts.

Leaning forward, he took her by the nape, his lips grazing a trail from her mouth to her ear. “Wrap your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

A sharp intake of breath was all the proof he needed to confirm his inquisitive wife liked dirty talk.

Holding his breath, he watched as she looked up at him, excitement sparking in her hazel eyes, before she pulled back his foreskin and took him into her hot mouth. A groan escaped himas his fingers entwined into her hair, guiding her movements slowly.

“That’s it. Take me deeper.” St. Clara pressed her head down, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Wide, trusting eyes allowed him to control her as she pleasured him, gaining more confidence with every downward motion.

St. Clara was riveted as Pippa worked him in and out of her mouth, driving him mad with pleasure. His spine tingled, his bollocks throbbing. His release was near, but he needed to be inside of her.

A hum of contentment pulled St. Clara’s attention to his wife who had taken full control.

“Kitten,” he warned, not wanting to embarrass himself at any moment. “Come here.” He gently pulled her away from his aching cock.

His wife looked up at him as if she was going to be cross but lost her nerve when he lifted her onto his lap and claimed her mouth.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he stared into her eyes. “I don’t have a shield.” He waited for her reply, wiling to run through the castle and retrieve one if necessary.

Rising to her knees, his wicked wife entwined her fingers through the nape of his hair, leaning in so that her wet sex sat directly on his quivering cock. “You don’t need one.”

Crashing his mouth to hers, he ravished her, placing her on his manhood.