A Knight of Passion(27)
He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and desire streaked through her at sight of the long, brown digits firmly gripping the thick shaft. He shifted closer to her mouth and brushed the velvety-soft tip across her lips. She reflexively licked at her lips and tasted his sharp tang. Sir Bryant gently pushed the shaft past her lips, then released his cock as she sucked him deep into her mouth.
He groaned, muscles in his chest flexing as he began a rhythm. Riana grasped his shaft, keeping him steady. He moved in and out and the memory flashed into her mind of kneeling before him in the chapel, his cock in her mouth as it was now, the desire that had flooded her at thought of him filling her channel. In those few moments, her hopes had been high.
She choked back a sob and he stilled, his eyes snapping open. He stared for an instant, then turned and straddled her so that his arse faced her. She blinked, then realised his intent when he stretched out on top of her, bracing his weight with one leg, and buried his face between her legs. His erection laid a hair’s breadth from her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut, determined not to allow him entrance, then drew in a sharp breath when his tongue delved between her folds. He lapped at her cream, his tongue dipping inside her quivering walls. When he sucked her nub into his mouth, her chest tightened and she thrust against his mouth. Shame rolled over her. What was wrong with her? She couldn’t care for him, couldn’t trust this man who would sacrifice her.
His cock jerked, then lay heavy on her chest. He sucked harder on her sex. She trembled, her body reaching for release. She wanted, needed, his cock in her mouth while his mouth claimed her. She took him inside and he groaned, the sound rumbling through her sex straight to her core. Her heart twisted in unison with the building pressure. This would be the last time he touched her. He held a power over her she’d never experienced with any other man, a power that would prove her undoing. But she wouldn’t allow her lust to destroy Siusan. When this charade was finished, she would slip away with her sister and take what little chance they had for escape.
His tongue abruptly flicked at her nub, the feather-light touch enough to keep her teetering on the edge, but not enough to push her into spasm. She rocked against his mouth and was surprised to hear his low chuckle. Did he delight in torturing her, bringing her to the brink only to keep the prize out of reach? What sort of monster was he? She could play the same game. Riana sucked him deep into her mouth. His tongue faltered, and satisfaction emboldened her. She sucked him hard, and the flicks of his tongue quickened.
A moan slipped past her lips. Riana cursed her lack of control, but the admonition was forgotten as quickly as it had come with the pleasure that spiked. She bucked against his mouth. He closed his lips around her sex and began to suck again. His cock slipped from her mouth as release rolled over her. She cried out. Sir Bryant abruptly sprang to his feet. Her head reeled. She grabbed for him, but he easily broke free and moved around to the arm of the couch and grasped her legs, pulling them over the arm
She blinked. “What—”
He cut her off with a kiss and grabbed the pillow from the couch. When he broke the kiss, he lifted her hips and placed it beneath her buttocks so that her cunt angled up on the arm without discomfort to her back. Sir Bryant grasped her thighs and spread them so that her sex lay bare to him. The duchess stepped up beside him. Riana’s heart twisted. She’d almost forgotten the older woman was present.
Sir Bryant brought his cock to the mouth of Riana’s channel and looked at the duchess. “This is the final step.”
Before either of them could respond, he shoved his cock inside her. Riana gasped at the sudden invasion, her walls closing around the rod as pleasure quickly built again.
No. Not with the duchess in sight.
But he thrust into her, hard and fast, clearly intending to push her over the edge. His chest strained with each measured thrust. Riana shook her head, but he locked eyes with her, willing—commanding—her to submit. He slammed into her. The muscle in his jaw tensed. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers hard into the flesh with each plunge of his cock. Pleasure rolled over her and she knew she wouldn’t be able to prevent her release.
Sir Bryant released her hips and pulled her up onto the arm, hugging her close as he pounded into her. She clung to his neck and buried her face in his chest. If she could stop this now, she would. The memories would be painful enough without this final humiliation. Warm breath on her ear startled her.
“Trust me,” he said in the barest of whispers that made her wonder if she’d heard correctly. “I will not fail you.”