Page 67 of The Captain Claims His Temptress

She stirred and smiled at him. “Good morning.” She stretched long, and his incorrigible prick shifted in her direction.

“I know how you love sweets, so I saved you the biscuits.” He inclined his chin toward the tray.

“Mmm. Biscuits.” She licked her lips. However, her gaze wasn’t on the food. Instead, she stared at his length with hunger in her eyes.

Scandalous, filthy images bombarded him. Her silky mane cascading over his thighs. Her pink tongue running along the underside of his shaft. Her lips wrapped around his head, sucking him deep. Hell and damnation. Everything about this woman was erotic poetry.

She seemed to read his mind because her pupils dilated, and she crawled across the bed to drop to the floor. Pushing his thighs wide, she knelt between them and looked up at him through fluttering lashes.

He stared into her eyes while stroking her sex-disheveled hair. Dropping her gaze to his arousal, she leaned forward and blew warm air over his cock, and his fantasy became reality.

“It looks so strong,” she said.

Well, damn. At the moment, he might be “strong” enough to slam into a brick wall and remain hard. However, he’d prefer to ramitinto her soft, wet mouth untilitwas limp.

She took him into her hands, and sizzling sparks shot through him. “It feels strong, too,” she said.

He muttered a half-hiss, half-chuckle as he gathered her hair and pulled it to the side so that he could watch. Her face flushed a decadent shade of red that traveled down her neck to the swell of her bosom. He had not a doubt, his beauty was thrilled to forgo sweets in lieu of him.

Her tongue popped out, then completed one long lick. His heartbeat sped up, and the world faded to nothing but her tongue drawing little circles on his head before she playfully flicked it along his length. She flattened her tongue, licking first the front, then the back. ’Twas as if butterfly wings tickled against the head, then fluttered down his shaft.

She sucked hard, drawing him into her welcoming mouth. Leaning back slightly, he closed his eyes. As she worked him in and out, his sensitivity grew, every little thing causing him to twitch and tense.

While her mouth pleasured his shaft, her palm wrapped around his balls and squeezed. His sacs throbbed, then tightened, and a tingle took hold at the base of his spine. The euphoric sensation traveled outward, then spiraled inward, forming a pulsing cannonball in the pit of his groin.

“I am going to come,” he moaned.

Gasping, she took him deeper.

His body tensed, then shuddered. “Fuck!” He exploded into colorful shrapnel as she coaxed a half-dozen blissful bursts of joy from his spasming prick.

He held onto the afterglow as she rested her head on his thighs. He’d become one useless limp pile, neither of them moving for a long while. All good things must end, so as much as he wanted to succumb to his hedonistic side and fuck for hours, they had to go.

“Madalene.” He caressed her cheek. “Thank you. That was amazing. But we must leave for Hockley Castle.”

She sighed and snuggled into his lap. “Must we?”

He chuckled. “As soon as this is over, we will make love a dozen times a day.”

To hell and the devil. Why had he made a promise he couldn’t keep from inside a prison?

She lifted her head. “Let us get this trek over with.”

She peeled herself from him and strutted across the room, her naked hips swinging and her bosom bouncing. Once she gathered their clothes, she took her time dressing, taunting him with her luscious curves. Damn, he loved perky red nipples against pale flesh. And then there were the decadent curls covering her sweet mound. If she continued with her seductive game, he might chase her down for a tumble. But then they would not reach their destination before dark.

At length, she stood before him, looking exquisitely feminine in breeches and a man’s shirt.

“Now, it is my turn to watch you.” She tossed his trousers to the other side of the room and pointed at them. “Get dressed.” A mischievous grin tugged at her lips and her eyes sparkled. “My, oh my, your clothes are so far away. Whatever shall you do?”

Feigning disgust, he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I am sorry to expose a genteel lady to my shocking nudity, but it seems I have no other choice.” Thereupon, he stood and sauntered across the room, flashing her his wriggling arse as he folded forward to pick up the trousers.

Chapter twenty-four

October 7th, 1817

Asmuchassheloved pressing up against Stephen to keep warm, relief coursed through Maddie as they approached Hockley Castle. Riding a horse for hour upon hour was more challenging than she imagined, and her bedroom activities left a raw sting between her thighs. If she did not soon dismount, she might not walk—or make love—for days, and that simply wouldn’t do since she planned to straddle and ride Stephen quite often.

They exited a dense patch of trees, and Maddie gasped. Over a week in England, and the scenery still left her awestruck. The fading sun cast the castle’s majestic turrets and spiraling conicals in a magical golden haze.