A Knight of Passion(5)

Bryant had had his share of whores, but never one who was owned, and certainly not one who should be sitting before her own hearth, awaiting the return of her husband. When he’d seen her earlier, he’d decided he would seek her out, taste of her sweet body, but only if she was willing.

Her fingers tightened on his arm. Dark eyes pleaded with him.

“All is well, Lady,” he whispered. “You need not fear that I will complain. You are free to go.”

She tugged the sheet from their bodies, and he thought she was going to leave. Instead, she spread her thighs, and he couldn’t halt the downward slide of his eyes along delectable curves that led to dark curls, stark against creamy flesh. He glimpsed moist folds and his cock jerked. His mouth went dry. He had imagined tasting of her sweet juices, but to have her so close now, ready, willing—he jarred from the thought. She was not willing. She was only here at the command of her mistress.

She reached between them and he remained frozen when she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She squeezed. He gritted his teeth against the intense pleasure. Her slim, white fingers gripping his girth sent the blood pounding through his veins. He wanted her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her in the great hall, even knowing what she was. Dark hair that hung nearly to her waist, dark eyes, and breasts so full they begged for a man’s touch…his mouth. He took in a ragged breath, desperate for control. His cock hardened more. Lust swamped him.

She tightened her hand on his neck and pulled his head downwards. Bryant felt himself stepping over the edge, then he plummeted when her full breasts crushed beneath his chest. She threw a leg over his hip and arched against his rod. Soft curls tickled his flesh.

“Lady,” he rasped as her soft mouth melted beneath his.

He thrust his tongue against her lips. As before, she opened without hesitation. He swept inside. Her hand fell away from his cock, but she pressed her mound against the hard length. He groaned and thrust against her. She rocked, and his shaft slid through her curls. If he pulled back, he could thrust inside her in one easy move. She was surely wet and ready.

He pulled back, breathing hard. “I will not force you.”

“I am yours to do with as you please.”

“You offer yourself only because—”

She pulled him close, his ear against her lips again. “I beg you, do not leave until the sun rises.”

She emphasised the plea by rubbing her sex against him. He groaned at feel of her slick folds gliding down his thigh, but forced himself to pull away. She flattened a palm on her belly and his gaze followed the downward skim of her fingers until they brushed her curls then dipped into the glistening folds. Slowly, she opened her cunt lips, baring herself to him. She shifted and his breath caught when she cupped a full breast and brought the hardened nipple to her mouth. He watched, unable to move, as she suckled the tip.

The breast slipped from her mouth and he jarred from the trance. She cupped the back of his neck and brought his mouth down to the stiff, rosy peak. He greedily sucked it into his mouth, hungry for the taste of her, all of her. He was a fool to have thought he could walk away from this woman. She grasped his rod and rubbed the mushroom tip against her nub. Blood pounded in his ears. How long could he take this sweet torture before he gave in and possessed her?

He let the nipple slip from his mouth and blazed a trail along the flat surface of her stomach to the dark curls below. Her scent filled his nostrils. He shifted between her legs and breathed deep of her juices. Slowly, he dipped his tongue into her heat. The tang of her cream burst across his tongue. Bryant pulled her legs over his shoulders and lapped at her sex. She pulsed against his tongue. Yes. He would make her come so hard, she wouldn’t soon forget this night. He thrust his tongue inside her channel, tasting deep of her.

She moaned. When he sucked her into his mouth, she writhed. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub, then sucked again, until she bowed off the bed with pleasure. He kept his mouth locked against her cunt as juices gushed from her channel and pleasure shook her legs. He sucked harder still through a second, more powerful spasm that locked her legs around his head until her thighs trembled and finally went limp.

Bryant straightened, heart racing, and stared down at her. She stared back, eyes glazed with pleasure. Had other men made her come as hard as he had? Had she responded to them as she had to him? Anger flared. She was a skilled lover. Had she played him for a fool? No. No woman could feign that sort of satisfaction. Bryant lowered himself onto her. His rod nestled against her warm belly He had to have her. He lifted up and braced himself on his hands as he fitted the tip of his cock into her opening.