Page 34 of Brazen Rogue
"You have no idea, my darling." He dipped his head, kissing along her legs, taking turns with each to ensure both were well loved. Her cunny glistened with need and he ran his fingers across her sex, teasing her, taunting her.
Hell, he wanted to taste her.
She moaned, wiggled closer and he smirked. "You'll enjoy this, I promise," he said, dipping his head. He laved her sex, taunting her nubbin with his tongue, flicking and sucking it in turn.
She gasped, undulating against his mouth, and desire rippled through him for a second time. His cock hardened, more than ready to take her, to fuck them both to oblivious bliss.
"You taste as sweet as honeyed wine," he said, increasing his strokes, his lashings against her sex.
"Bellamy," she gasped. "This is madness, but I adore it. I want more."
He grinned and pushed her toward the pinnacle he enjoyed most. A woman coming apart from his mouth was the most exquisite sight and sound a man could ever enjoy. She grew wetter still, her movements bold and fierce, and he knew she was not far from orgasm.
"Yes, Bellamy," she gasped, her body seeking release, heedless of anything else.
He ate her, laved and kissed her, suckled and enjoyed wringing out every last ounce of satisfaction she could have. Her moan and soft sighs of delight filled him with joy, music to his ears.
"I want you," she said, clasping the lapels of his coat and hoisting him toward her. She kissed him hard, their tongues tangling in a dance of desire.
Bellamy pushed his breeches farther down his legs and sank deep into her cunny. They moaned in unison. The sensation of being in her, her wet, tight cunny taunting him, was too much.
He took her, pumped into her with relentless strokes as the carriage rumbled along the road. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on to him, took what he gave her, and they lost themselves in the sensation of each other.
"You're so beautiful," he said. "I want you. Always. I've always wanted you and no other."
She threw back her head and screamed his name as her core spasmed about his cock, wrenching his release along with hers. He kissed her screams away and muffled their moans of ecstasy so no one would hear.
For several minutes they stayed entwined before he slumped onto the seat, adjusting his breeches. Reign sat beside him, pushing down her gown and attempting to fix her hair as best she could.
She looked over to him, her cheeks red and a wicked, naughty grin on her lips.
He leaned forward and kissed her softly. "I want you even now," he said, meaning every word.
Her eyes glazed over with delight. "Tonight at the inn you will have me. I will not deny you anything. You know that."
That he knew indeed.
* * *
They made London the following afternoon, and after bidding Reign goodbye at Lord and Lady Chilsten's London home, Bellamy traveled to his town house on Brook Street, ready for a bath and new attire.
He strode into his library, needing to pen some missives before retiring for the night. His steward needed to be informed of his impending marriage, along with his London household.
He flicked through the invitations that had arrived since he was away and carefully picked the events he would attend. He needed the upper echelon of society to accept his marriage and they would, he would ensure that was so.
He would also host a ball to announce the betrothal and soon. The quicker they were married, the better it would be for them all and would suppress any murmurings of Reign's employment at his estate.
Forget what people think, as Reign says. Just live for yourself.
Bellamy tossed the last few invitations into the bin, those unsuitable to his needs, and ran a hand through his hair. The thought of anything halting him from marrying Reign made his blood run cold.
Tomorrow evening when they attended Lord and Lady Lawrence's ball, he would ensure Chilsten and Reign were given admittance had they not received an invite already. It would be an adequate night to judge how thetonwould react to their courting.
Most would have known how he felt when she had debuted in 1807, and some may have felt sorry for them both after what transpired, but others would not. He had been caught in a compromising position, after all, and had lost any possibility of marrying the woman he wanted.
The woman he loved ...
He sighed, knowing to his very core that the emotional response to Reign was true. His being here in the middle of the Season was proof of that. He would fight to have her accepted, to protect her name due to circumstances out of her control.
