Page 103 of Why Do Rogues Fall in Love?

“I want to please you,” she murmured. “I want to taste you. I want to learn you. I want you to do what you imagine, stroke your cock down my throat.”

“Fuck.”

She opened the flap of his trousers, and his thick, heavy length sprang forth. She was amazed that she had taken this into her body several times. Thinking of what she had just witnessed through the viewing aperture, and the erotic paintings she had seen earlier that evening, she held his cock, leaned forward, and sucked the broad head into her mouth.

He cursed, his fingers sliding through her hair and holding her. She used his ragged moans and curses to guide her as she licked and sucked his manhood. He was like steel, yet so smooth. Sometimes her teeth raked him, quite by accident, but he shuddered and tightened his grip in her hair, his hips pumping as he moved back and forth, sliding his cock farther down her throat. Cordelia moaned as her eyes watered, but she did not want to stop, enthralled by the groans coming from her lover.

The distant strains of music from Aphrodite’s grand salon seemed very far away, and the thick carpeting beneath her knees muffled every movement. She could scarcely see George in the darkness, but she felt the tremors passing through him, heard the increasingly uneven rhythm of his breathing, and knew that the pleasure she gave him was every bit as profound as the pleasure he had so generously bestowed upon her.

Finally, he dragged his cock from her mouth and hauled her up to slam his mouth against hers in a wild kiss. Without releasing her mouth from his drugging kisses, he reached between them and wrenched her trousers and drawers down in one move, baring her buttocks to the chilled air in the hidden passageway. His fingers delved between her thighs, and she opened her legs as far as the trousers would allow in instinctive want.

He shoved two fingers deep into her pussy, surging her onto the tips of her toes. He caught her moan in another kiss, barely giving her time to breathe or even think. His fingers moved inside her pussy with deep, sensual glides while he used his thumb to rub against her clitoris. She cried out as a twisting sensation bloomed from right where he touched, rising through her belly and breasts. Pressure built in sharp, wicked spikes and her entire body ached with the want for more.

He pushed a third finger inside her clenching sex, and a sob of need pulsed from her as his fingers slowly yet deeply stroked her to a fevered pitch.

“I want to be inside you so damn badly,” he said raggedly.

“Then be in me,” she gasped.

“I need you wetter…because I am going to fuck you.”

A shiver of need swept through her belly. “Have we not done that before?”

“No…I’ve loved you…even tupped you, but when I fuck you, I won’t hold back, no matter how deep I go or how hard I shove my cock into your pussy.”

Her entire body flooded with an arousal so intense that she trembled, her skin flushing with heat. Dropping to his knees, he dragged her trousers down until one foot was free, then hooked that leg over his shoulder, wantonly opening her thighs and pussy to his devouring mouth. Wild moans and sobs came from her, echoing in the passageway as he moved his mouth over her aching flesh, using his tongue to drive her wild with desire.

She arched her hips to his ravaging mouth, mindless sensation spearing from her sex to her belly. He stroked those fingers deep inside and at the same time sucked her clitoris into his mouth. A violent shudder of release burst over her senses, a sensation of such piercing pleasure breaking over her in unrelenting waves that she cried out. And the wicked, wretched, wonderful man did not stop licking and sucking her sex. Within seconds, his curling tongue and plunging fingers tossed Cori into another release, this one even more powerful than the first.

He rose and turned her toward the paneled wall, drawing her back against the warmth of his embrace. The dark wood felt cool beneath her palms, a delicious contrast to the heat of George’s body behind her. The distant strains of music from Aphrodite’s ballroom drifted through the walls, mingling with the uneven sound of their breathing.

“Arch your back for me,” he murmured roughly.

Moaning, Cordelia complied, biting her lip when he nudged her legs wider with his foot, and then she felt the broad head of his cock at her aching entrance. He gripped her hips and surged forward, driving her onto the tips of her toes as he impaled her in one stroke.

“George,” she cried out as a delicious, aching sensation, poised somewhere between pleasure and pain, throbbed deep inside her sex.

He pressed closer against her back, his mouth nipping her ear. His warm breath stirred the delicate tendrils of hair, and she shivered at the intimacy of his nearness. Then he started to move, and shock and pleasure roared through her as she recognized the difference between how he took her now and how he had taken her in his tree house. She cried out as he shoved his cock into her as he had promised, deep and rough and hard.

Over and over, he plunged into her, heightening her arousal with each retreat and deeper thrust. Her belly tightened, and she grew so wet that she could feel it on her inner thighs. Her pussy ached so very much, yet she did not want him to stop, the sensations so acutely pleasurable they bordered on agony. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed through the narrow passageway, and sweat dampened her nape. Darkness enveloped them, cocooning them in a world of their own.

“George,” she said on a moaning sob when it felt as though it was becoming too much.

“Do you want me to stop?” he all but growled.

“No,” she wailed, aware of how much her pussy had begun to ache and throb beneath his relentless passion. Need tightened low in her belly and pulsed in her nub. Still, she wanted more, and the sounds of her wetness echoed through the narrow passageway with each plunge of his hips.

He snaked one of his hands around to her belly, stroked downward, and found her clitoris, which he started to circle. She screamed out when he pinched it, and pleasure quaked through her as she convulsed on his cock, her release breaking her apart into thousands of fragments. Cordelia had known pleasure in his arms, but this was different. It was so consuming and deep that her entire body quaked. George continued fucking her, riding her through her clenches and releases, pushing her toward another climax. When it came, she had no breath to scream, and her entire body trembled with the force of her release, and with a muffled groan against her nape, he climaxed with her.

It was some moments before Cordelia became properly aware of her surroundings again. A delicious languor had settled over her, leaving her limbs wonderfully heavy and her entire body suffused with a deep, exquisite satisfaction. She heard George speaking softly to her, his voice tender beneath its roughness, and felt the gentle brush of his lips against her nape before he slipped from her. His mouth settled beside her ear, and he murmured, telling her how wonderful she was, how thoroughly she had enchanted him, and how little he wished to imagine a life in which she did not belong.

He turned her around with such care that her heart gave a little squeeze, then gathered her against him and pressed his mouth to hers in a lingering, tender kiss. One hand cradled the back of her head while the other moved soothingly along her spine, holding her as though she were something infinitely precious to him. She clung to his shoulders with the helpless affection that had been growing inside her for weeks, kissing him back with all the emotions in her heart.

Cordelia felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. It was not merely the exquisite pleasure he had given her that left her so profoundly satisfied, but the tenderness of his touch, the quiet affection in every caress, and the wonderful realization that nowhere in the world had she ever felt quite so cherished.

“I love you.”

She gasped, her eyes widening. She had dreamed of hearing him speak these words, though she had scarcely dared acknowledge that dream even to herself. “So you love me, hmm?” she whispered, attempting a teasing tone and discovering that her voice trembled quite disgracefully.