Page 14 of His Regency Goddess (Curves & Cravats)

Chapter Fourteen

Sin was in an unprecedented state of desire. This voluptuous Goddess astride him seemed to be too good to be true as her ample breasts jiggled tantalisingly in his face. Sin grabbed her buttocks as she started to ride him faster and found her rhythm. He urged her on with slaps to the fleshy cheeks.

"God, I love how I can grab on to your body, Sophie. You are so utterly delicious," he told her roughly between pants, as he dug his fingers into her soft flesh. He wanted to leave his mark on her. He wanted her to be all his. He could tell she was unaccustomed to lovemaking in this position, which pleased him immensely on a primal level. Knowing he was the first man to make her feel this way was an aphrodisiac on its own. And I will be the last man , he told himself fiercely as he pumped away. Sophie's jade gaze had transcended pure passion and was now a vision of ecstasy as her climax began to build again.

"Come for me, Sophie. I want to feel you squeeze me as your body starts to unravel." She could only respond with a moan, too far gone in her rapture for words. Sin felt his own climax was near, and he tried to hold it back as he wanted Sophie to peak first. His legs were shaking with desire as he sought self-control. Just when he was about to explode, he felt Sophie's muscles tense around his cock, squeezing him as she cried out in orgasmic release. Her body fell against him as the waves crashed over her. He gripped her to him and roared as his own release shot deep inside her, claiming her as his. He fell against the chaise on his back, with Sophie still on top of him, and all he could hear was their uneven breathing as their bodies relaxed in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Sin placed kisses on her shoulders as he stroked her back with gentle care.

"Sin, never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined my body could feel that way," Sophie finally spoke, awed.

"I am no novice, Sophie, but even for me that was truly astounding. Maybe you really are a Goddess, Venus reincarnated."

Sophie giggled against his skin.

"You flatter me too much, Sin."

"Yes, but it is all truth," he said with seriousness as he sat them back up. He stood to fetch them refreshment, as he knew they would both be thoroughly dehydrated after such intense lovemaking. Sitting back down, he handed her a glass of water.

"Sophie, you must know that for me this isn't some affair or meaningless tryst. I want to marry you." He was sure he could have made this sound more romantic, but he had no idea how. This type of conversation was foreign to him. He had tripped over lust and fallen into love, and he was unable to stop himself from letting her know.

Disappointment sank low in his belly when, instead of looking pleased, she frowned.

"I am flattered, Sin, but I am not looking to remarry at the moment. You must understand. I spent years married to a man I did not choose and never came to love. My whole life was dictated for me until I found myself widowed. I am not ready to lose my newfound identity."

Despite the hurt of rejection, Sin realised her feelings had more to do with her and the past than with him and the future.

"I would never take your identity away. Who you are in this moment is the Sophie I adore. The clever, art-loving, sexy Sophie."

"You are an heir to a marquessate and I am not sure I can even have children to pass your title on to. You have only recently returned from abroad; don't you want to see what options there are on the marriage mart? Younger and more polished debutantes, the diamonds and incomparables? I am the exact opposite of all that." She gestured towards her still naked and voluptuous figure.

"Sophie. The thought of tying myself to one of those simple waif-like chits does the exact opposite of making my cock hard. The future I see for myself is days spent with a full-bodied woman with fiery ginger hair and jade eyes that can talk art and history, and banter daily with her clever wit. And just because you did not come to be with child in your first marriage does not mean the problem lies with you."

Sin realised his conceit, as he had assumed his offer of marriage to any woman would be met with a resounding yes. What a sobering moment. He rubbed his face in his hands.

"Sin, I do not mean to hurt you or sound unfeeling. Give me time? And perhaps you should also take some time to consider if this is what you want."

He could not be angry at her; this forthright logical honesty is what he admired about her.

"Of course. I do not plan on giving up; I know what I want. You. All I can do now is try to convince you to change your mind. Do you want to view the pot again?"

He knew she would need to leave soon and didn't want their last moments after such a magnificent time spent together to end on anything but a high note.

"I would love to! Let me dress first." As she dressed, she looked around his quarters. They boasted a drawing room, bedroom, dressing room, bathroom, and study. The rooms all had tasteful and expensive furniture made of cherry, oak, and mahogany with a masculine flair and no florals or feminine touches. It was a typical bachelor lodging.

"I do hope you move the pot to your townhouse in order to give visitors an opportunity to marvel at its beauty. I would not imagine you do much socialising in your rooms."

"Yes, the rooms are a necessity to keep some space from my father, but I spend most of my time with him or at White's since I still have many old friends to be reacquainted with. Perhaps you and I, along with Daniel and Margot, could take in an opera next week?" He did not want her to leave without having some certainty of when he would see her next.

"I believe Rossini's Il barbiere di Siviglia is playing at the King’sTheatre. I would love to see it," she said giving him a warm smile. He could tell by the light in her eyes that she was happy he had already asked to see her again—this gave him hope.

"Consider my company to be all yours.".