Page 99 of The Viscount's Silent Pugilist

He sat up and reached for her, guiding her up the mattress until she lay beside him.

“Still need more time?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He was about to sayUnfortunately, I do, but his cock had awoken at the sound of her enticing voice taunting him and was already reaching for her.

“No,” he said.

“Good!” She pushed on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. Locking her gaze on his, she straddled him as if she were riding a stallion.

Hell, yes!

Together they placed his tip at her entrance. She lifted her hips, then lowered herself onto him. He easily slid into her welcoming body.

He wanted to stretch her wide as she rode him hard and fast. Tup her until they both passed out. Fuck her until the world ended. He cupped her breasts, awestruck by how perfectly the soft mounds filled his hands.

Undulating, she threw her head back and moaned. When she finally met his gaze, she appeared to be intoxicated with lust. “You feel so good,” she said.

“You feel like heaven.” If heaven were hot, wet, and quivering.

Gen placed her palms on his chest. Leveraging her bodyweight, she slid up, then down. And up, then down again.

“Ride me, darling,” he demanded with a feral growl.

She brought herself down hard, throwing her head back as she cried out. She did it again, her cry even louder. Then again. And again…

The headboard crashed into the wall as she rocked harder, then faster. He’d be damned if he would do anything to stop her from chasing her pleasure, even if it meant they woke the entire household. Or that he came too soon.

Genevieve consumed him entirely. His heart belonged to her. His soul was lost without her. His body needed hers. She was above him and inside him—she was everywhere and everything. And… riding him to the edge of a cliff, both of them about to leap.

His balls tightened and his toes curled. As much as he didn’t care if they had a child, he would not take her pugilism dreams from her. He pushed her off him and then flung himself up and away from the precipice.

Magic kaboomed in a colorful explosion as together they soared.

*

Gen’s breath tickledhis neck as her fingertip danced between his shoulder blades.

“Are you drawing on my back?” he asked.

She peeked over his shoulder. “Yes. Guess what I wrote?”

“I have no idea.” After their earth-shattering lovemaking, he was hardly in the mood to decipher or think, but her touch felt exquisite. “Write it again,” he said so that she would continue.

She complied, the feel of her writing both decadent and relaxing.

“Did you figure it out this time?” she asked.

“Again,” he said.

This time her finger moved more slowly. “Do you know?”

“No,” he said. “Again.”

“Pay attention,” she said, attempting to sound as if she was reprimanding him.

Hah! So be it, because he liked having a demanding woman in his bed. “If I can’t figure it out, will you draw on my back until I fall asleep?” he asked over his shoulder. “After all, I can’t read all that well.”

“Balderdash.” She giggled. “You just want me to scratch your back all night.”