Page 83 of Scandal Queen

“I am.”

I reached for the waistband of his trousers, but he clasped my hands, drawing them into one long-fingered grasp. Without words he led me for the four-poster and turned me so his lips could slide down my spine. I gasped in a breath. Coaxing me forwards, he pushed me onto my knees on the mattress, gently easing me forwards so he could smooth my hair over my shoulder and then trail his hands along my back, his fingers dancing lightly over my sensitive skin.

He groaned slightly as he shifted forward and followed his fingers with his lips, all the way along my spine. His hands pulled on my hips, lifting them higher, holding me firmly in place as his mouth danced over the lacy edge of my thong.

I shuddered again. I wanted him to take me apart, own every part of me. I lifted my hips higher, willing him to make me fly.

I whimpered as his thumb caught the edge of the lace, easing my knickers to one side. His mouth burrowed into my core, his tongue swiping along my clit, dancing over my entrance, his hands spreading me wide. Shamelessly, I lifted my hips higher, pushing myself back into him.

I’d die at his touch.

Slipping a finger deep inside me he turned it, pushing against the wall with the sensitive spot, his mouth still hot on me, sucking and flicking while his fingers delved as deep as they could go.

“Jesus,” I whimpered, my hands clawing at the bedsheets, my hips rocking with a rhythm of their own. With fingers buried deep inside me, his tongue still dancing against my clit, he swiped a finger through my wet folds and then quickly edged it into that tight bud, the most illicit of places, unexplored and unchartered.

I cried my sudden and intense orgasm into the sheets, my body shivering uncontrollably.

His hands disappeared, but his mouth still licked and kissed as I moaned, the sound of his zipper and my sighs the only noise in the room.

With a long last pull of his lips he let me go. I couldn’t move; there wasn’t a part of my body I controlled. He settled behind me and then lifted me like a rag doll, rocking me back against his length. I managed to get my legs to work, to lift me up, and then settled back, pushing myself onto his hard dick as his arms wrapped around me tight, his lips at my neck.

“Fucking hell.” I rolled my head back as he filled me, pressing back on that spot that made me go weak-legged.

He chuckled against my throat, his warm breath brushing over my skin. I pushed myself harder down onto him, so low and hard, it hurt in the most pleasurable way, so I remained torn between wanting to move away and wanting more. His hand settled on my hips, pushing and lifting.

Not satisfied, I pulled away and turned, climbing back over his lap, sliding myself down on him again. I kissed him with ferocity, our bodies flying against one another. His fingers pulled on my hair, tugging tight, breaking our kiss and arching my neck. I moved faster, my hips endlessly circling as his hands grasped my tits tight, squeezing my nipples, making me squirm and cry.

“Leia,” he gasped my name and a thrill coursed through me, another orgasm rising and cresting. He pulled me against his chest, all pain washing away. His arms held me tight as he shuddered into me and for one blistering moment I found myself in what could only have been heaven. I clung onto him as hard as I could as unexpected tears splashed from my eyes and I called his name.

“I love you.” I kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his neck. Everywhere I could touch.

His hand smoothed my hair, lifting my face to look at him, his thumb against my jaw in that delicate hold he worshipped me with. “And I love you. More than anything.”

His green eyes burned.

I went to move off his lap. “You do realise Daisy is going to wake in about two hours?”

He nodded, his smile slow and quirking at one corner. I kissed it, just because I could. “That was worth being tired for.”

I laughed, sliding my hand over his shoulder, catching sight of the diamonds reminding me of who I was, who I’d promised to be.

The evening, with all the trauma, the heartbreak, my day with its shocks and surprises slowly faded away until it was him and I.

“Oh bollocks,” he said.

Way to ruin my moment.

“What?”

“Leia.” He cringed, sheepish, and my chest tightened.

“What?” My tone sharpened. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to, uh.” He scrunched his face. “I didn’t use a condom.”

I nearly laughed. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” His lips found mine, warm and soft, homey and perfect.