Page 86 of How to Ruin a Rake

He growled his appreciation and increased his pace, his hands anchoring her against him even as his fingers worked to make her climax again. She gasped as it hit, and with a last thrust, he joined her, and they came together. She expected him to move away, but he stayed where he was, cradling her body within the shelter of his own. She’d never felt so safe before.

Later that night he woke her, stripped off her nightgown, and slid between her thighs again. She was wet from him and welcomed him, her hands on his shoulders as he slowly fucked her in the darkness. She couldn’t see his face but she knew him, knew how he smelled, how he sounded when he came, and hated that any other woman would know him in the same way.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered. “You’re all tense again.”

“Nothing,” she said as she slowly dug her nails into his flesh. “Please don’t stop.”

Max woke in the morning with one hand on his hard, sticky cock and the other between his wife’s legs, which made him think of better things than simply getting out of bed. He rolled Allegra onto her back, and her gaze slowly traveled from his face down to his cock.

“Not again,” she said.

He pretended to look hurt as he hooked her knee over his elbow and leaned over her. “I’ll be quick.”

She sighed, but she didn’t tell him to stop, which he took as a positive. He eased his cock inside her, and she caught her breath.

“Are you sore?” Max asked.

“A little.”

“Then I’ll be gentle.” He slid in another inch and stayed still while he slowly kissed his way down her throat to her luscious breasts. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and set his teeth on it, making her squirm against him, which eased the forward progression of his cock. He felt her internal muscles clenching and smiled as he released her nipple.

“I’m going to bite your clit like that next time,” he said, and she shuddered. “You’re going to love it, and you’ll come so hard you’ll be screaming my name.” He returned his attention to her second nipple and grazed it with his teeth, too. She climaxed in long, languid pulses around his cock, her fingers gripping his shoulders so hard that he suspected he’d have bruises. He straightened, drawing her heels over his shoulders, and withdrew his cock until it was barely inside her.

“Can you see me? Can you see us?” He waited until she nodded. “Now scream for me.”

He thrust forward hard, and she reacted just as he wanted and screeched incoherently, grabbing his forearms as they climaxed together. Max fought the desire to slump over her, and he carefully set her to rights. She gazed up at him, her expression satiated. It made him want to roar like a lion.

He dropped a kiss on her breasts and got out of bed. “Do you want to sleep in a while? I’ll go down and order us some breakfast.”

She pulled the covers up over herself and waved vaguely at him, which he took for assent. Max whistled as he washed and then got dressed. After a last kiss, he went down the stairs and out into the stable yard to speak to Bennet, the coachman, and check on his horses. Whatever else might be wrong with their relationship, sex with Allegra was delightful, and he was loathe to give it up.

Hours later as dusk approached, Allegra stared out of the carriage window at the unfamiliar countryside. They’d turned off the main Bath Road and were now traversing smaller, more rutted country lanes, which made the carriage rock and sway, reminding her forcibly of her last excursion into the countryside.

“Are we almost there?” Allegra asked.

“Yes,” Max said. “At least, I think we are from Bennet’s directions. Are you sore?”

“My posterior is quite numb,” Allegra confessed.

“And the rest of you?” Max raised an eyebrow. “I did think of another way we could pass the time in this carriage.”

Allegra gave him her best skeptical stare. “Word games?”

“We’ve done that. I was thinking of something much more fun. You come over here and sit on my lap—facing me, obviously. I’ll get hard and then you’ll take me inside you and the rocking motion of the carriage will do the rest.”

“I am not having sex with you in a carriage!” Allegra said. “Especially when we are just about to arrive at my new home and meet the staff.”

“For someone who has quite the sexual appetite, you are such a prude.”

“I do not have …” Allegra paused. “I am simply doing my duty.”

Max snorted. “Doing your duty is lying there stiff as a board waiting desperately for your husband to finish his business and leave you in peace. It certainly isn’t begging your husband to fuck you.”

“I have never said those words.” Allegra glared at him.

“You will.”

He had the audacity to wink. Before she could get properly cross with him, he looked out of the window. “We’re slowing down. I see a set of gateposts ahead.”