At Least Once More by Emma Lai Page B

of his breeches against her tender flesh ripped a gasp from her throat, but when his manhood stroked along her nub and sparked a minor set of tremors in her core, she ground herself harder against him.
    He grabbed her hips. “Don’t.”
    The harsh command sent fingers of flames licking along her skin and through her blood. A sense of power rushed to her head, leaving her breathless. What would he do if she disobeyed?
    She fought his hold, each small movement she made unbearably painful and pleasurable at the same time, inspiring her to struggle more. He dug his fingers into her hips and held firm. It wasn’t enough. She ran her tongue along the seam of his lips and murmured, “Just once more.”
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    Twin desires warred within Gareth. Wasn’t he supposed to be protecting Annabelle’s reputation, not ruining it? Surely the butler would return soon, and there could be no mistaking what they were doing, not with her straddling his lap with her skirts raised.
    Her soft lips whispered against his as she molded her body to him. Her juices still coated his fingers and the scent of her arousal teased his nostrils. One of them had to be responsible though. “Belle—”
    “Please, Gareth.”
    He couldn’t say for certain whether it was the plea in her voice, the warm, moist caress of her breath as she teased his ear or her playful nip of his earlobe that sent him over the edge. Maybe it was a combination of all three. No woman had ever begged him with such an innocent tone. No woman had ever played him so. He wouldn’t, couldn’t walk away and leave his Belle in such a state. When he levered her hips away, her teeth gripped his ear harder. “Belle,” he growled. “I need a little maneuvering room.”
    “Oh.”
    There was that innocent tone that tied him in knots again. One part wanted to protect her while the other part, the one throbbing painfully in his breeches and crying out, “mine”, cared only for claiming her. The primal part won as she leaned away. Her chestnut nether curls glistened with her arousal. He fumbled with the fastenings of his breeches. She was a hellion who deserved it fast and hard.
    Once again, he said a silent thanks that she wasn’t a virgin. Because no virgin would have accepted him so willingly into her body, then allowed him to watch. He’d shoved aside the small bit of jealousy over the unnamed man who’d introduced Belle to these delights, the man who’d no doubt enjoyed the ride. At least with her maidenhead gone, he didn’t have to worry about hurting her. His cock leaped from his pants once freed. He could just sit back and enjoy this ride.
    Palming his heavy arousal, he guided her hips until the head of his cock kissed the fine hair of her mound. With the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, he parted her folds. Her clitoris was swollen despite her recent release. He wanted to suck on it, lap at it, until she spent against his mouth, but that would have to wait for another time.
    He slid his shaft along her dewy path. When the head gleamed with her juices, he found the weeping heat of her pussy and breached the entrance. Her muscles clasped him as if a vice. “So tight.”
    She gasped and shifted her hips, urging him deeper.
    “So impatient.” He chuckled. But then again, wasn’t he? Fast and hard had been his plan. However, now that her sheath gripped his cock, he wanted to draw out the moment.
    He retreated until he popped free.
    “No!” she wailed.
    He claimed her lips again. Any more of that and the servants would definitely come running. Heat flushed his skin. He couldn’t wait until he had her in a proper bedroom. Then she’d be free to scream all she wanted.
    He thrust his tongue into her mouth when he pushed inside her again, this time going twice as deep. God, she fit him better than any glove. Maybe it had been a while since she’d last had sex—
    She spread her hips wider, invited him deeper, and all thoughts vanished save the one demanding he bury