her mouth and spread kisses along her jawline, down the column of her throat, to the high neckline. Without pause, he grasped the fabric and ripped her nightgown open, to her navel. The remnants slithered down her hips, over her thighs, and pooled at her feet.
Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts. Embarrassment flooded her, and suddenly every flaw, every blemish, was magnified in her mind.
“Lower your arms,” he said, his tone dark, dripping with command. “I want to see you. All of you.”
She licked her lips and let her arms fall to her sides. His hungry gaze raked over her, from head to foot, settling on the V between her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you, Gabriella. And once I’m inside you, I won’t stop. So tell me now if this isn’t what you want.”
“It’s what I want.” She met his gaze. “ You are what I want.”
His lips quirked up into a mischievous half smile as he untied his cravat. “Do you trust me?”
She swallowed. What a question to ask at this particular moment. “Of course I do.”
He unwound the cravat from his neck, snapping the length of fabric as it pulled free. “Good.” He flicked his chin in the direction of the huge, four-poster bed. “Get back on the bed.”
She eyed the bed nervously but walked toward it, acutely aware of Nicholas’s gaze on her backside. As she slid onto the mattress, he approached the side of the bed. “Lie down.”
When she didn’t immediately comply, he placed one knee on the mattress and leaned over her. His lips came down on hers so hard, so fiercely, the breath escaped her lungs. It was a kiss of passion, urgency. He pressed her down onto the mattress with his massive body, pinning her wrists above her head.
Breaking the kiss, he smiled down at her. Then he did the unthinkable. He looped his cravat around her wrists, threading them together, then tied them to the headboard.
Tied them.
To the headboard .
“What is this?” She pulled against the constraints, testing the strength of the knot.
“You said you trusted me.”
A thrill of excitement rushed through her. She licked her lips. “I do.”
“Good.” He removed his coat, his waistcoat, then his shirtsleeves. One by one, he peeled the layers off, tossing them aside, revealing a chiseled torso that made Gabriella’s mouth water.
Undaunted by her bold, hungry gaze, he shucked his boots, then stripped away his breeches. His swollen shaft jutted forward, the tip already moist. At last, she could see all of him, every last delectable inch, and she drank in the sight. He was magnificent, more delicious than she ever dared imagine.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he mounted the bed and prowled up her body, licking and nipping his way up. He let out a harsh groan when his tongue found her nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath, startled by the new, vibrant sensations that shot through her. “Oh God, Nicholas.”
Nudging her legs open, he settled into the cradle of her thighs, his rigid shaft pressed lengthwise against her center. Instinctively, she hooked one leg around his hip and arched into him, her body begging for his touch.
Hot kisses trailed across her breasts, up her neck, to the line of her jaw, until she squirmed beneath him, desperate to feel him inside her. His big hands skimmed down her body, until they found her entrance. He pushed one finger inside her, then another, until she was stretched wide, moaning with the sheer pleasure of his touch.
He wasn’t gentle. His fingers moved inside her ruthlessly, pulling out, then pushing back in, deep, until she thrashed beneath him. Her whole body drew tight, and she arched off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. One more…
He pulled back, his hand dropping away. Disappointment nearly swallowed her whole. She’d been so close. So blissfully close…
He pressed his swollen shaft to her opening. “Do you want this, Gabriella?”
Did she want it? By God, she’d surely perish without it.
Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts. Embarrassment flooded her, and suddenly every flaw, every blemish, was magnified in her mind.
“Lower your arms,” he said, his tone dark, dripping with command. “I want to see you. All of you.”
She licked her lips and let her arms fall to her sides. His hungry gaze raked over her, from head to foot, settling on the V between her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you, Gabriella. And once I’m inside you, I won’t stop. So tell me now if this isn’t what you want.”
“It’s what I want.” She met his gaze. “ You are what I want.”
His lips quirked up into a mischievous half smile as he untied his cravat. “Do you trust me?”
She swallowed. What a question to ask at this particular moment. “Of course I do.”
He unwound the cravat from his neck, snapping the length of fabric as it pulled free. “Good.” He flicked his chin in the direction of the huge, four-poster bed. “Get back on the bed.”
She eyed the bed nervously but walked toward it, acutely aware of Nicholas’s gaze on her backside. As she slid onto the mattress, he approached the side of the bed. “Lie down.”
When she didn’t immediately comply, he placed one knee on the mattress and leaned over her. His lips came down on hers so hard, so fiercely, the breath escaped her lungs. It was a kiss of passion, urgency. He pressed her down onto the mattress with his massive body, pinning her wrists above her head.
Breaking the kiss, he smiled down at her. Then he did the unthinkable. He looped his cravat around her wrists, threading them together, then tied them to the headboard.
Tied them.
To the headboard .
“What is this?” She pulled against the constraints, testing the strength of the knot.
“You said you trusted me.”
A thrill of excitement rushed through her. She licked her lips. “I do.”
“Good.” He removed his coat, his waistcoat, then his shirtsleeves. One by one, he peeled the layers off, tossing them aside, revealing a chiseled torso that made Gabriella’s mouth water.
Undaunted by her bold, hungry gaze, he shucked his boots, then stripped away his breeches. His swollen shaft jutted forward, the tip already moist. At last, she could see all of him, every last delectable inch, and she drank in the sight. He was magnificent, more delicious than she ever dared imagine.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he mounted the bed and prowled up her body, licking and nipping his way up. He let out a harsh groan when his tongue found her nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath, startled by the new, vibrant sensations that shot through her. “Oh God, Nicholas.”
Nudging her legs open, he settled into the cradle of her thighs, his rigid shaft pressed lengthwise against her center. Instinctively, she hooked one leg around his hip and arched into him, her body begging for his touch.
Hot kisses trailed across her breasts, up her neck, to the line of her jaw, until she squirmed beneath him, desperate to feel him inside her. His big hands skimmed down her body, until they found her entrance. He pushed one finger inside her, then another, until she was stretched wide, moaning with the sheer pleasure of his touch.
He wasn’t gentle. His fingers moved inside her ruthlessly, pulling out, then pushing back in, deep, until she thrashed beneath him. Her whole body drew tight, and she arched off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. One more…
He pulled back, his hand dropping away. Disappointment nearly swallowed her whole. She’d been so close. So blissfully close…
He pressed his swollen shaft to her opening. “Do you want this, Gabriella?”
Did she want it? By God, she’d surely perish without it.
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