Page 38 of His Scandalous Viscountess
As she watched him, she knew she was in deep trouble. Her heart pounded in her chest as he stalked toward the bed, and finally the first inkling of real fear set in. Not fear of Wolf, but ofherself. Of the knowledge that she could lose herself in this man, and she wouldn’t care. She knew with him, she wouldn’t bother trying to fight back and retain her independence.
And then he was hovering over her on the bed, wrapping one hand around the back of her neck underneath her long red hair. He leaned in and captured her mouth. He licked and nibbled, kissed and tasted her, all the while levering her back until she lay flat on the bed. Then, with one hand, he stroked up her side and then under one arm, urging her to lift it above her head. As she stretched up, still caught in his lips, he moved his hand from her neck and broke their kiss. Dazed, she stared into his deep blue eyes—lost to the satisfaction and desire that swirled in their depths.
Then a coolness wrapped around her wrist as the leather cradled her skin. She tugged gently, an uncontrollable reflex, and her eyes shot wide open as a flash of a memory shot through her—the burn of silk tied too tightly against her tender skin.
But instead of flat, lifeless brown eyes, she fell into the heated azure depths of Wolf’s gaze. She drew a steadying breath and moved her wrist in the leather band. Something soft, like lamb’s wool, brushed across her flesh. There was no mistaking where she was, and with whom.
“Are you well, Jules?” Wolf’s brows had drawn together, creating a crease between them.
She pushed the last remnants of her past aside. “I’m with you. How could I not be?”
He reached up and cupped her face. He stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head. “I saw the fear in your eyes. We should abandon this.”
“No.” She reached up with her still-free hand and stopped his movement toward her bound wrist. “I want this. I wantyou. Nothing else. Don’t abandon this. Don’t abandonme.”
Wolf stared at her for what felt like an eternity as he seemed to war with himself. Finally, he nodded. “If you need to end this, or need me to release you, simply saycarriage, and I shall release you without hesitation.”
Suddenly her heart lodged itself in her throat, which made speaking a supreme effort. “Thank you.”
Then he was kissing her again as he stretched her free hand up on the other side. When he pulled away and secured the leather strap that was connected to the bed, she was well and truly trapped, spread out for his pleasure.
He drew back once more, kneeling between her legs as he looked down at her exposed flesh. “Bloody hell, you are a beautiful woman.”
He cupped her face for a moment as something flashed in his eyes. She wondered what he’d been thinking, but his hands shifted down her neck and over her breasts, quickly pushing all thoughts from her head. Her nipples beaded beneath his touch, sending sparks of pleasure along her limbs. Then he plucked at the tight peaks, pinching lightly and heightening her pleasure.
On a moan, she arched into him, needing more. But he was determined to control their interaction, and he moved on, dragging his hands down her torso. He molded her curves, sliding over her hips until he stopped to place a kiss on the flat of her stomach. Of course, the soft flesh of her belly quivered at the feel of his lips, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful she was lying down. But then he moved lower, and dropped a kiss on the top of her mound, before he backed off the bed and stood.
She lay there, a quivering mess as her body seemed to reach for him with every fiber of her being. Need lashed her as she remained strapped in place, and entirely at his mercy.
“Tell me what you want, Jules.” His raspy voice revealed how close to the edge of control he rode.
Her breathing grew choppy, despite the fact he no longer touched her. “You, inside me.”
One brow rose. “And?”
Stringing a coherent thought together was proving more difficult with each passing moment. Her body quivered in anticipation of what he planned. “Fuck me. Hard. As you promised.”
His clothes flew off his body then. It was the only way she could describe it. He was dressed one minute, and then he wasn’t.
“I had intended to take my time, but I find seeing you spread out so delectably has sapped my meager supply of self-possession.”
And then, with a French letter in place, he plunged into her in one hard push. She reached over the cuffs at her wrists and gripped the ropes that somehow attached to the bed, and met him thrust for thrust. With each stroke, he filled her again and again.
Her pleasure crested on a sudden rise as his hips slapped against her. “Oh God, I’m close. Don’t stop.”
He maintained his steady pace, his blue eyes dark with need. “Scream my name, Jules.”
His demand cascaded over her, a jolt of added stimulation to what was already bordering on too much. And then she shattered into a million pieces as she came. “Wooolllf!” she cried out on a long, drawn-out scream of pleasure.
All the while, he shuttled in and out of her, his arms straining with the effort of balancing himself over her, and then his whole body seemed to tense, even as his hips moved faster. With a shout, he stilled and shook as pleasure carried him away.
Julia once more relished the weight of him as he pressed her into the mattress. As much as she enjoyed being bound to the bed for his pleasure, she wished to touch him. To feel his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he recovered from their shared pleasure. Instead, she placed a kiss against his shoulder, where it met his neck. A shiver coursed through him as he moaned softly and eased up to look at her with bliss-clouded eyes.
She glanced up to her wrists. “Release me.”
He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts. “Of course.”
She watched as he withdrew from her, stretched up, and freed her from the restraints. As each limb was freed, he stopped and pulled her wrist to his lips, where he placed a gentle kiss before rubbing her arms. Her heart squeezed and did a slow roll in her chest in response to the tenderness of the gesture. Long moments stretched out as he took care of her, fussed over her, and displayed a caring side she neither wanted nor expected.
