Page 37 of Brazen Rogue
No more sneaking off to be alone like they were now.
No sooner was she in the room did he pull her into his arms, kissing her with a fierceness that left her breathless and grappling for purchase.
"I do not like you living with Lord and Lady Chilsten. I want you under my roof. Four weeks is too long away," he said.
She nodded, pulling him back to kiss her more. The time for talking was over. Need thrummed through her, and heat pooled at her core. Now that she had been introduced to the delights of bedding Bellamy, she knew what she wanted.
And when she wanted it.
He walked her backward until she came up against the door. He hoisted up her dress, lifting her against his waist. She locked her legs about his back, wanting him as much as he wanted her.
A thrill ran through her.
"You make me lose control," he growled. "We should not be here. We could be caught at any moment, and yet, I have to have you."
"Yes," she agreed. He reached between them, ripping his falls open, taunting her sex with his hand.
She moaned when he thrust into her, taking her with impressive ability. "Bellamy," she gasped, accepting him, all of him.
She would never get enough, not even if they had been married for a million years. One lifetime was too short.
Bellamy pumped into Reign, took her with a savage need that he ought not, but living without her for two days, missing her, wanting her, it had been too long.
Not that she seemed to mind his fierce taking of her against a door. Dear God, she was tight, wet, and made the sweetest sounds each time he thrust into her cunny.
He kissed her hard, suckling her tongue, losing himself in the feel of her willing and pliant body. How had he kept away from her? How had he allowed himself to fall into a void of fear over what others would think if he followed his heart and married the untitled country lass from Grafton?
The moment he found out his wife had died, he should have gone for her, married her, and been happy for years.
"Bellamy," she sighed, undulating against him in a way that made his balls tighten.
He was close, and the need to spend and make her increase with a child overrode any caution he had before marriage.
"Come for me," he demanded of her, thrusting hard, giving her what they both wanted.
She threw back her head, her fingers spiking into his shoulders as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cunny convulsed about his cock, drawing him closer still. He fucked her and rode out her pleasure before spilling his seed, her gasps and moans of delight searing into his mind.
For several minutes they stayed against the door. He kissed her with exquisite slowness, drinking in her embrace before settling her onto her feet.
He glanced at Reign and grinned at the starry-eyed vixen he was about to marry. A woman who was not fearful of him, his love, or how he liked to fuck.
He was the luckiest bastard in the world.
They returned to the ball. Bellamy ignored the marchioness's appraising, if not knowing, look she bestowed on them both.
The marchioness most certainly knew what they had been up to during the half hour they were absent from the ball, but he did not care. He did not care who knew of his affection for the woman at his side. He would marry Reign, announce the betrothal at his ball one week from today and celebrate the happy event to the fullest.
He procured two glasses of champagne from a passing footman before handing one to Reign. "To us," he whispered, unable to take his eyes from her beauty and her thoroughly kissed mouth.
Even now, he desired her. Would this affliction be with him always? Something told him it would be.
"Reign," he said, turning to her. "Let us not wait for my ball. Why do we not announce our engagement this evening if Lord and Lady Lawrence approve? There is no reason why we should not. My daughter knows of our intention, and that is all I care about knowing first. What are your thoughts?" he asked her.
Her eyes flew wide before she smiled, nodding. "Yes, let us, and then it does not matter if you show more interest in me than any other. We shall not have to be so circumspect."
"I agree," he said. "I will announce it now. Wait here."
Without further ado, he moved through the throng of guests. He soon located Lord and Lady Lawrence and spoke to them for several minutes. His request brought on a multitude of congratulations. Bellamy made his way up to where the orchestra played for the evening. He leaned on the railing that overlooked the ballroom floor and whistled, gaining everyone's attention.
