Page 77 of The Captain Claims His Temptress

He rolled her onto her back. “I can’t see the buttons.” He growled again. “Devil it.”

Her borrowed dress was ripped from her body. The buttonstingedoff the nearby furniture.

What fun!

Determined hands rid her of her stays and stockings. He rolled her onto her back and pounced. His weight caged her against the mattress.

Without her vision, her other senses heightened. Warm breathy gusts blew over her cheek. His tongue tasted of rich Port. An alluring, citrusy scent surrounded her. Raw masculine growls made the hair on the back of her neck rise.

His kisses grew hungrier, needier. She met his force, her aching body undulating beneath him. A finger parted her folds and dipped inside.

“Do you want to play?” He drew decadent circles.

“Oh, yes.” She opened her thighs and ground her pelvis against his hand. “Please let this game involve scandalous taboo things.”

Had she said that out loud?

“Hmm,” he murmured. “While I taste your sweet pussy would you like to lick my cock?”

What utterly filthy words coming from her sweet Stephen. Thank the heavens above! She’d never considered doing something so indecent. But now that the idea had been planted…

“Yes.” Her mouth watered and dampness pooled between her thighs.

As he inverted himself, he trailed slow, sensual kisses down her body. Following a luxuriously long lick, he held her hips in place and devoured her.

How would she attend to him when she was a pile of mush and quivering thighs? His hard length brushed her cheek, and a splash of liquid dripped onto her cheek, reminding her of his salty, coppery taste. The man was more flavorful than biscuits and sweetmeats. She wrapped her hand around his girth and stroked as he alternated between licking her and moaning his own pleasure.

Craving his taste, she took him into her mouth. Oh, my, this was double the pleasure, and the more he attended to her, the deeper she took him. Tasting, savoring, inhaling… So much manly decadence. Their sounds of pleasure filled the air.

His tongue flicked, then sucked her pearl.

Her hips bucked and she halted her ministrations to beg, “Right there.” She tightened her thighs around his ears, and her body quaked.

He halted, pulling away, leaving her a heaving hobble.

“No.” She reached for his head and attempted to push his face to her weeping mound.

Chuckling, he slid back up her body. “Did you like that, beautiful?”

Likewas not a strong enough word. She adored it. However, if he was not going to finish herthat way, she needed him inside her.

She wrapped her thighs around his hips and guided him toward her ache. “I have never done that before.”

“Nor have I.”

Neither of them had entered this relationship innocent, and now they had this special way of making love that was all theirs.

His musky kisses were demanding as he slid his cock into her. Yes,cockwas her new favorite word. And hiscockwas her favorite thing in the entire world.

Her walls tugged him in, and pleasure roared through her.

“Harder,” she begged.

He pounded into her, each thrust more perfect than the last.

Her silent chant ofI love you, Stephen. I love, Stephen,kept time with the rhythm of their lovemaking. Her pleasure built as she spiraled closer to the edge.

“I love you, Madalene,” he whispered.