Page 41 of The Duchess and the Beast
He sucked through his teeth. “I did not mean to... one of the reasons I haven’t been with you physically is...” He bit into his lip. “You think I have little control over my temper? That is nothing compared to...”
She smirked. “Is that right?”
He ducked his head as if embarrassed. “I am not myself when I am with a woman. Some of the rumors you hear of me, they have to come from somewhere.”
Since their first night in that carriage, when he had mounted her and borne down on her like a wild animal, Virtue had wanted her husband in much the same way that she had him now. She had wondered if the anger he wore like a winter’s cloak would translate to the bedchamber, if that savagery would remain. Would he take her like a beast? Or would he be soft and gentle like so many husbands she had heard her friends speaking of?
She did not want the soft and gentle lamb. She wanted the man whom she had married. And right now, on her back, already covered in love marks, as vulnerable as she had ever been, she knew that at a word, that was what she would have. So, she reached up to gently cradle his face, coaxing him to meet her eyes once more. "Sebastian," she murmured softly, her own desire still evident in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest.“Show me,” she said to him, a challenge gleaming in her emerald eyes.
His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
“Show me,” she demanded.
To that, he grinned wolfishly, and that hunger reignited in his eyes. “As you wish.”
His head dove back between her legs and from that moment on, Virtue was nothing more than a lamb that wandered into a wolf’s den, left to the wolf’s mercy, a plaything to be treated in any way that the wolf desired. And, oh, how she loved it!
She fell onto her back and stared at the ceiling, squirming under his heated gaze, equal parts embarrassed and aroused. “Sebastian...”
He silenced her with a sharp smack to her rear, eliciting a surprised squeal. “Be still.”
The sting radiated warmth through her body, settling low in her belly. She froze in place, pulse racing as Sebastian's large hands gripped her thighs, holding them open.
“That's my good girl,” he purred. Dipping his head, he pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then bit down sharply.
Virtue whimpered, quivering with need. He was driving her to madness, each caress winding the coil of tension within her tighter and tighter. She struggled to remain still for him, as he commanded, but it was near impossible with the riot of sensations assaulting her senses.
Sebastian drew his tongue up the crease of her thigh in a long, agonizingly slow lap that ended just shy of where she needed him most. He knew precisely what he was doing, teasing her, for all the times she had done so with him. Well, she was inhisdomain now.
At last, his mouth descended on her sex, tongue swirling over her sensitive flesh. Virtue cried out sharply, back arching off the floor as she fisted her hands in his hair, holding him in place. His tongue licked at her and sucked such that she writhed as if from agony even though it was pleasure. His fingers next, they slipped inside of her and she gasped as he used his other hand to hold her down while those fingers and his mouth got to work. It was unlike anything she had experienced, a sensation that transcended even her wildest dreams. Pain was pleasure and it built and built and built like a roaring fire until she thought she might explode. All thoughts fled her mind as she gave herself over to pure sensation and bliss.
When Virtue thought she could bear no more, he lifted his head, lips glistening with her essence. His eyes gleamed down at her, pupils blown wide with lust.
“W—why?” she gasped. “You stopped?”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he rasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She gasped when she saw the look in his eyes and she nearly asked what he meant, except she was too afraid to voice it. Her mouth opened but he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her into him.
“Oh!” she gasped instead.
He buried his head into her breasts again, biting down on her nipples now as his hands made quick work of his breeches. She grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling at it as if trying to tear him away even if she did not want to. Once his hands were free again, he took her thighs and squeezed until she cried out. He looked up from her breasts and grinned and she dared him to continue with a look of her own.
After that…how to explain it?
He pushed her thighs apart as his waist fell between them. His hands roamed her body, calloused palms skimming over her breasts, her ribs, the curve of her hip. They slid lower still, grasping her thighs and hitching one leg over his hip. Virtue gasped as she felt the hard length of him pressed against her sex, heat pooling low in her belly. He held her there and met her eyes, her stare.
With a low growl, Sebastian grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding them in place with one hand. The other hand snaked around her throat, applying just enough pressure to evoke a delicious sense of danger without ever becomingtoo threatening. A whimper escaped Virtue's lips, the mingling sensations of pleasure and pain overwhelming her senses.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still, suspended in the air like the particles of dust that floated lazily in the golden glow of the candlelight. Their gazes locked, creating a connection that transcended the physical act they were engaging in. It was as if their souls were reaching out to one another, intertwining in a dance that spoke of the passion and intimacy they both craved.
“Sebastian…” Virtue cried out in surprise, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely, inch by inch, stretching her in the most exquisite way. Sebastian paused, waiting for her to adjust, before he began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body.
Her stories never warned her of moments like these. And even those stories her friends told her, gossip that was whispered at tea parties behind hands, wasn’t even close to what she went through. She had always pictured lovemaking to be gentle and soft. To be slow and deliberate.Boring, was another word that came to mind, a complete contrast to what she and Sebastian did.
He held her down as he thrust himself inside of her. He bit into her neck, tearing at her flesh and howling as his thrusts grew more and more erratic. Her legs wrapped around his hips and kept him steady. His hand went to her throat as he leaned back and looked into her eyes. She grabbed his arm and held it there, making him choke her harder as he thrust deeper and deeper and with more force.
Soon his hands found their way to her rear. He lifted her up and fell back so that she was on top. Her nails dug into his chest as she steadied herself. For reasons she could not explain, she even slapped him across the face as she moved her hips back and forth! And the noises that they made! She was glad the heavy oak door was closed and locked for it must have sounded like a predator pouncing upon a poor wounded animal it had come across in the wild.
For what felt like hours, Virtue and Sebastian engaged in all manner of debauchery that was the result of a week’s long building of tension and once again, she knew that she had misread her husband.Yes, he was kind and caring when he needed to be. Andyes, he had a temper when he was pushed to it. But above all else, this was the side of him that she enjoyed most, the one she wanted more and more of. The one she knew she would forever crave.