Page 64 of His Scandalous Viscountess
Arms trapped in her gown, she could do nothing save stand there and tremble as he slid his arms around her waist and arched her backwards. He continued to feast on her breasts, nibbling, biting, and suckling her nipples until her core ached with the need to be filled. And still he refused to stop. Her knees grew weak to the point she reached up and grabbed onto his shirt, where she could find some purchase.
Subsequently, he pulled her up against his chest and claimed her lips. His tongue slid past her teeth to explore deep within. She met every stroke, every slide of his tongue, seeking to claim him in whatever way she could. Lost in the heady kiss and the sharp tang of whisky in his mouth, she was surprised when she found her legs suddenly pressed against the bed.
When had they moved?
Wolf broke the kiss, drew back from her, and looked down at the wanton picture she presented: nightgown half off, breasts exposed, hair streaming around her shoulders, and her lips swollen from their frenzied kisses.
His dark eyes sought out her green ones, and then he grinned, a feral possessive baring of teeth. “You’re mine, Jules, and I’m never giving you up.Neverletting you go.”
His guttural declaration sent shivers cascading down her spine. She should have been frightened, scared of both the ferocious look in his eyes and the implication that he’d not release her from their marriage.
But all she could think was that she’d always been his.Onlyever his.
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Wolf wanted to howl into the air and beat his chest as Jules stared at him, her deep green eyes wide with some emotion he couldn’t identify. Orwouldn’t. The base need to claim, to dominate her and ensure she understood who she belonged to pushed him past all bounds of reason.
Before he could consider his actions too closely, he reached down and yanked the ribbon from her waist. Then he dragged the sagging nightgown down her body until it fell away from her hands and pooled at her feet. His cock throbbed behind the flap of his trousers, intense need robbing him of the little finesse he could normally claim.
With a grunt, he spun her around and used the tie he still held to bind her hands together behind her back. She was his captive now. His wife. Hisforever.
With the curve of her arse pressed against his aching cock, he tried to reassure her. “I’m going to bend you over and fuck you, wife. I’m going to sink so deep inside you that you won’t remember what it feels like without me there. And then I am going to make you scream with pleasure.”
Her breathing had grown choppy, her chest heaving with each inhale. Her nipples were hard little pebbles that he wished he could lick and suck on more, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once. So he settled for reaching around and tweaking each engorged tip before he bent her over.
Once her face and chest were on the mattress, he spread her legs open. Kneeling down behind her, he spread the cheeks of her backside wide so he could see all of her. See how pretty and pink and wet she was for him. He groaned and then leaned in to swipe his tongue over her sweet flesh. She moaned as her legs quivered. Drawn by her taste, he drove his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it as he reached up and stroked a fingertip over her clit.
“Oh God. That feels…”
Whatever she’d planned to say was lost in another moan as she canted her hips back to allow him even more access. To let her rub her pussy against his face as he switched from plunging inside her to licking from her clit to her spasming hole.
He had every intention of sliding deep inside her pussy, but then he saw the tight knot of her rear entrance open and close just a bit. Need burned through his plans like a spark set to dry brush. He rose up behind her and quickly shed his clothes before reaching into his nightstand to pull out a jar of salve.
His cock strained up to his stomach, the head dark and mottled with desire. He pushed two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out until they were coated in her juices. Then he dragged them back to her tight pucker and pressed. She gasped, but quickly relaxed into his intrusion. With his fingers lodged in her arse, he aligned his cock to her pussy and sank in slowly.
Heat and wetness engulfed him in the most mind-spinning ways. His cock sheathed in her channel, wrapped in heat and wonderful wetness, while his fingers were gripped by her even hotter rear opening, her body clamping down without mercy. He pumped in and out of her, sinking his cock until the base of his shaft and balls slapped against her clit, and the webbing of his fingers bit against her sphincter. When he deemed she was stretched enough to take him, he withdrew from both holes. Grabbing a bit of the salve to ease his way, he coated his shaft. Then he placed the tip of his erection against the slightly opened hole and pressed against the tight ring of muscle.
“Open to me, Jules. Let me in.”
She pressed backward and relaxed against his entry. The tight heat of her rear channel enveloped him, grabbed hold of his shaft and squeezed with a blinding intensity that had his balls drawing up tight. But he refused to blow so quickly. He slid until his hips melded against the globes of her arse, and then stilled.
Mentally, he focused on his last round of correspondence and the long columns of accounting they contained. He thought about standing in a ballroom and making small talk with his peers, and he unsuccessfully tried to replay the last cricket match he’d watched.
Below him, Jules’ hands wriggled at the small of her back, still bound, and she shimmied her hips a bit. “Please, Wolf. I need you to move.”
He groaned, determined to keep his climax at bay. “Hold on—”
“Now, Wolf. I need you to fuck menow,” she demanded, as she tried to slide forward on his length.
He slapped her backside with a resounding crack. “Hold still, woman.”
She whimpered.
For a moment, his breath seized in his chest.
He’d struck her, but would she discern the difference between this moment and her first wedding night? Guilt sliced into him until she squirmed again.
“Wolf, fuck me. Please.” And she let the last word drag out in a plea.
