Page 60 of Saving a Scoundrel
Lucius moved on top of her, the tip of his cock at her entrance. Then he slowly pushed in, first just a little, then pulled out, then pushed in a little farther. Ellie, mad with the need to have him seated within her, pushed her hips up the next time he entered her. His cock slid in to the hilt, and both of them moaned in unison.
Lucius kissed her neck right below her ear. “Touch me, kitten.”
Ellie wrapped her arms around him and turned her head to capture his lips. He reached down, and with a hand behind her knee, he pulled her leg up to wrap around his waist. He began pumping his hips, sliding his cock in and out in a frantic rhythm that stole her breath. She gripped his shoulders and hung on for the ride.
The pleasure that had built before when his mouth had been on her core began to pulse once more. Except for this time, it felt like a racehorse barreling through her at top speed. Ellie shattered into a thousand bright pieces as her climax rolled through her. She threw her head back and scraped her fingernails across Lucius’s back. Lucius let out a moan and pulled back. His seed spurted out on her belly as he moaned her name.
Lucius propped himself up on his hands above her. Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly. His mouth sipped at her lips. Ellie put a hand to her breast, trying to catch her breath but not willing to stop kissing Lucius.
He grinned down at her. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful.” She answered honestly. “You?”
His eyes widened. “Completely undone.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Hang on, don’t move.” Lucius got off the bed and crossed to the washstand. When he came back, he gently cleaned off her stomach and in between her thighs with the damp linen. His gentle ministrations made her heart squeeze inside her chest. He was so thoughtful and caring. What was she going to do about him? How was she going to convince him to let her take care of him as well? Tonight wasn’t going to change their circumstances, but it had changed, she hoped, his intentions for their future.
Lucius pulled back the counterpane. “Come here, kitten, and let me hold you for a bit before I have to send you home. Wait, Chaton, I just figured that out.”
Ellie shrugged. “It seemed appropriate, and I have grown to like the endearment.” She scrambled across the bed and slid under the covers next to him. He wrapped a strong arm around her. Ellie sighed and snuggled against his chest, placing a hand on his heart. “Lucius, can we speak about tomorro—”
He kissed her, cutting off her words. “Not tonight.”
His lips pressed warm against hers, and she was lost in the delicious heat for several moments before she pulled back. “Lucius.”
He placed a finger on her lips. “Yes, I know. But I haven’t any answers for you yet.” He brushed a curl away from her face. “My situation is still the same. I cannot afford to have you as a wife.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a finger to stay her words. “But I will figure something out, my love. I promise you that. Can you be patient?”
Ellie nodded. She had waited half a lifetime to be here in this man’s arms. Of course, she could wait for him. She shifted, getting up on her knees to face him. “Something respectable. No more Lord of Sin.”
“No more Lord of Sin.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her astride his lap. “But you may call me Lord of Your Pleasure or perhaps Lord of Your Desire.” He rolled his hips against her core, and Ellie gasped as she realized he was becoming hard again. He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, giving it a long suck. “I dare say I might even like Lord of Ellie’s Bedchamber.”
“I think I shall call you something infinitely more dear. My love, Lord of My Heart.”
*
Two hours later,they finally dressed, and Lucius guided her downstairs to the back door where they had entered. The same man leaned against the wall as they exited. He straightened and tipped his hat politely.
“Stay here with Mr. Jenson. I’ll go find your carriage and tell the coachman to bring it around.” He gave her a swift kiss. “Watch her,” he said to Mr. Jenson.
Ellie glanced up at the tall brutish-looking fellow. She shivered.
“Don’t worry. I won’t do you no harm,” the man said, his voice sharp and gravelly.
“Oh, I know. If you’re a friend of Lucius, I trust you.” She rubbed at the gooseflesh on her arms. “It’s just chilly, and I left my wrap across the street in there.” She pointed at the Birdcage.
He immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it across her shoulders. The jacket engulfed her and hung down well below her knees. “Thank you, Mr. Jenson. I’m Ellie, Ellie Spencer.”
He grinned. The crooked smile almost made him look handsome. “You’re a tiny thing, aren’t ya?”
It didn’t seem like the kind of question that needed a reply. Ellie just shrugged. Mr. Jenson wasn’t the talkative type, so they stood and waited for Lucius to return in comfortable silence. The back door of the Birdcage opened and closed several times, ushering women out to waiting carriages. “Is it always this busy over there?” Ellie mused to herself.
“Ladies night is a popular night,” Mr. Jenson surprised her by replying. “Women don’t want to be seen coming and going from a brothel, so they always come and go from the back door. Some wear dominos or hooded cloaks.”
Interesting. There was a whole world that Ellie had never imagined. Yet, somehow, she wasn’t as shocked as she once might have been. After the amazing night she had just spent with Lucius, she had a better appreciation for the allure of pleasures of the flesh. Just thinking about his hands and mouth on her breasts as she bounced up and down on his hard cock had her core wet and her face flaming. Then Lucius strode out of the darkness toward them. He chuckled when he saw the giant jacket draped around her.
“I left my wrap and gloves across the street,” she explained.
Lucius drew the jacket off her shoulders and handed it to Jenson. “Thanks.” He nodded. “Come here, luv.” He drew her into his arms. “I’ll keep you warm. Sam should be around in just a moment.”
