The Delicate Matter of Lady Blayne by Natasha Blackthorne Page B

against her hand, making things very confined beneath his fall.
    He groaned.
    She did her best to stroke him in the limited space.
    He groaned louder, harsher, rolling towards her. He grasped her hair, and the brush of his fingers sent tingling chills down the back of her neck. His hold tightened and he held her head in his grip.
    Dull pain spread over her scalp and gooseflesh erupted along her nape, down her back. The sensation made her nipples harden and ache. She arched her back, pressing against his chest. The crisp linen of his shirt abraded her tight peaks. He pressed his lips to hers more firmly, definitely changing the balance of power between them.
    She was no longer kissing him; he was kissing her.
    Intense, delicious pressure.
    He slid his hands down her back.
    His touch sent waves of shivering pleasure through her. She writhed and the crisp linen of his shirt stimulated her nipples, sending sparks of fire shooting down deep into her belly. He slid his hands down to cup her buttocks, holding her writhing body still. Pressing her to his erection.
    He was huge and so hard.
    “Wench,” he muttered.
    Did he think she was a tavern wench? Is that what pleased him?
    He thrust his hips, grinding his throbbing heat against her aching nub. She was growing wetter and wetter, dampening the skin between her thighs.
    He kissed her more intensely, the taste of whisky and carnal fire on his tongue as he stroked it against hers, sweeps of wet, sensual velvet. The stubble on his cheek scraped hers. She thrust her tongue back against his. He gripped her hair harder and deepened the kiss, in his ardor sucking away her breath.
    She put her hands to his chest and pushed.
    He lifted his mouth.
    “James…,” she said breathlessly. Inside she was tingling, her blood thrumming. She gulped for air, still tasting the exquisite, fiery elixir of his kiss and wanting more. His whole body went stiff.
    “Sunny?” His voice rang with disbelief.
    He pulled away.
    “No, no…” She grasped his shoulders and tugged with all her might to bring him back.
    He propelled her from his body and spun her to face away from him so fast that her stomach lurched and the chamber seemed to spin. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, to regain her bearings. His cock pressed against the softness of her buttocks, rock hard and pulsing heat. She arched backwards, pressing herself against that glorious erection.
    He shoved her further away from him…
    His hands were like bands of iron, holding her wrists.
    She tried to turn in his arms but he held her fast.
    “Hold…still.” His words came between heavy pants.
    She struggled all the harder but, truth told, she relished in his restraint.
    It made her feel safe.
    Odd, the restraints Dr. Meeker used when administering treatments never made her feel safe. They were a torment to her.
    Confusion made her feel dizzy once more, and dry-mouthed fear tingled to life within her. The urge to flee sent her into an erratic beat and she wrenched her arms, trying now with desperation to free herself. She kicked backwards and shrieked a curse at him.
    He seemed to freeze for a moment. Had she shocked him?
    She kicked and pulled harder. One of her wrists came free, her arm flying free. She turned, halfway, and on instinct, let her hand continue flying. It made sharp stinging contact with his chest where his shirt gaped open.
    His grip tightened on her remaining arm. Fear-fueled rage energized her. She reached for his face, clawing him.
    His curse burnt her ears.
    Something made contact with her buttock. The sound echoed sharply in the room. Shock hit her, made her freeze. In the next moment, a fiery sting spread over her bottom.
    Rage overtook her fear, so strong, she screamed with it and kicked her legs and beat at his chest with her fists.
    She cursed him roundly, demanding that he let her leave. Now.
    He laid several more spanks on her posterior. Several very sharp spanks. Stinging pain spread over her buttocks.
    She