Page 21 of His By Sunrise (Disreputable Dukes of Club Damnation #3)

“Ooh...” Charlotte’s eyes briefly shuddered closed as intense pleasure danced through her veins.

Coupling in this manner was so incredibly erotic and satisfying.

She shifted her stance into something more comfortable that would accommodate his girth.

“Send me flying, Edwin. Give me another reason to think my father was wrong—that I might have been too.”

Though she knew , oh how she knew!

At this angle, every movement, each stroke was amplified and larger. Every time he penetrated her channel, he went deep, oh so impossibly deep, and she feared she might shatter from his efforts. His shaft rubbed against the swollen nubbin at her center, enhancing the need he’d already invoked.

“Merciful heavens, Edwin! I won’t survive.”

He snickered, but his hold on her hips was hard enough that he’d probably leave marks on her skin. Oddly, she craved his claim, wanted that mark, that reminder of belonging to him. “This will go fast.”

She was lost to the madness he created. “Make it unforgettable.” Her knuckles were white as she gripped the cushions of the sofa as best she could. A low moan released from her when he slammed into her. “I want it hard and fast.” That was the sort of mood she’d fallen into.

“Damn, I adore your feisty side.” When he slapped her other arse cheek, that was nearly the end of her as swift pleasure scudded through her core.

“Edwin, please!” She bit her bottom lip for his next push nearly hurtled her over the edge.

Why do I like this, crave this, so much? Am I depraved? Do I care?

He didn’t respond with words, for that wasn’t the sort of man he was.

Soon, Edwin found a rhythm, tightened his hold on her hips, and apparently set out to send her to the heights of pleasure with alacrity and conviction, and more than a little wickedness, until her whole world was colored with how their bodies crashed together.

Over and over, he slammed into her, giving her exactly what she’d asked of him.

It was heady stuff, intoxicating, like an addict’s dream, and she couldn’t have enough.

“More,” she gasped, lifting her head, and looking at him from over her shoulder.

Pleasure lined his face, his eyes were mere slits, but there was a smug grin on his lips that betrayed the fact he was enjoying this all too much.

Truly, he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, and a piece of her heart flew into his keeping, as if it was always supposed to be there.

Deeper he stroked. Faster he moved. This coupling was raw, real, and based in mutual need and primal passion.

In that moment, nothing of their pasts mattered or that they’d both made mistakes.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in her ears, but she was ever mindful to keep her cries muffled lest the servants hear.

Charlotte’s breasts swung wildly from the exercise, her sensitive nipples scraping against the brocade.

Heat engulfed her, and still he thrust while she shoved her hips backward, meeting each one with her own power, which only sent him deeper.

And it made her feel needed, wanted, powerful.

“Yes!” When he snaked his free hand around her hips to rub his fingers over her swollen button, her control shattered. As it always did with him. “I’m nearly done.”

“Good. I want to see you fall into it.” He followed the words with a series of deeply hard thrusts that sought to separate her soul from her body. “Char, for the love of God say you are there.”

Words failed. White light met her as she fell over the edge and tumbled, pin-wheeled into an intense release.

A keening cry pulled from her throat, but she pressed her face into the sofa cushion to keep it muffled.

It was all she could do to keep her toes on the floor as he continued to spear into her.

Her core convulsed erratically around his member. “Dear God, you feel so good.”

Seconds later, Edwin hit his own release. He shouted her name despite the risk, buried himself in her passage while tugging her tight to his body. His shaft pulsed, and her body greedily clutched at him until he was spent.

“It is madness, this being with you,” he whispered and put his arms around her, hugging her to him. His breathing was as ragged as hers. “But it’s the sweetest state I could ever hope to find.”

“Perhaps we both needed this out today.” She laughed, but it was a shaky affair. Exhaustion clung to the sound. When her legs shook, she was glad for his support. “Society would say I should tell you to stop, for your appetite for the carnal is as voracious as it is depraved.”

“Society can go hang. I’m more concerned about what you think of me.”

That was the question. She forced a swallow into her tight throat. “I believe there is more than one way to live one’s life in all corners of that existence. And I also think we are well matched in these endeavors.” It was the best she could do until she could sort through her thoughts.

“I appreciate that.” Edwin leaned down and kissed her hip, the small of her back, her left shoulder blade, then he pulled her up, turned her about, and deeply kissed her as if he would never see her again.

Afterward, he asked, “I have a few letters to answer. Will you be all right with a couple of hours to yourself?”

“Of course. I want to wander through the house and see what’s changed since I was last here. Since you acquired the manor, you’ve made a few renovations that give the house a life it hadn’t had before.”

“That life is only because you’re in residence again.”

“Such gammon.” But she smiled and wasn’t in a hurry to part his company. “We should probably talk seriously soon, though.”

“Agreed.” Then he surprised her by kissing her forehead before pulling away to stuff his flagging length into his breeches. “I promise we will. After I answer letters, I need to unearth my pistol.”

“Whyever for?”

“Because I will shoot Danville dead if he won’t own up to his crimes or leave you alone.” His eyes were hard as sea glass and glinted with anger. “You’re mine, Charlotte. I feel it in my soul.” Then he left the room, leaving her thoughts spinning.

As much as she did too, his insistence for drawing blood—even murder—had icy fingers of fear playing her spine.

This is one of the reasons being back with him terrifies me.

Did that mean he hadn’t changed at all then? Only time would tell. Right now, there was nothing for it except to retrieve her linen sheet and return to her bath water before all the warmth had vanished from it.