The Return of Lady Honoria by Jodi Henley Page A

that?”
    He gave her a sidelong look and wedged the
frame under the doorknob. “Barricading you in, my dear.”
    Honoria folded her arms down over her chest.
“Why don’t you just ask me to stay?”
    “Would you?”
    “If you ask nicely.” Honoria gave him an
uncertain smile.
    He walked up to her and slowly held out his
hand. His knuckles were scraped and bruised like he’d hit
something, but the look in his eyes made her stomach fall away.
“Stay with me?”
    Honoria put her hand in his. “And your large
cock?”
    His grin flashed out. “It’s very wide,” he
told her earnestly. “And one of my best features.”
    She burst out laughing. “How can I deny such
a request?”
    “You can’t,” said Danton. “Overcome with lust
and thoughts of an amatory nature you throw yourself on my manly
chest and demand I satisfy you for at least an hour. If not
two.”
    “Two,” said Honoria, lifting her face to his.
“At least two and perhaps three.”
    Honoria had watched her parent’s quick pecks
and the slobbering mother bird style she’d seen men use with other
women. Kisses, she’d thought, were vastly overrated. It seemed like
an unpleasant pastime. But it was different with Danton. She could
kiss Danton forever, lost in his embrace while their tongues
leisurely explored each other. He pulled away, swept an arm under
her knees and threw her up over his shoulder.
    Honoria thumped into place, eyes wide and
arms flailing. “Danton!”
    Laughter rumbled up through his chest. He
lowered her to an elaborately carved couch and rummaged in her
bodice, pulling the thin wooden busk from her corset.
“Honoria!”
    He trailed the thin piece of wood between her
thighs and followed it with his hand.
    The way she’d landed gave her an unobstructed
view of his crotch. She reached out to trace his rapidly growing
girth and he stopped, hands fisted in her silken skirts. He was
bigger than she remembered, and when she undid his buttons he
filled her hands to overflowing. He didn’t have an ounce of give.
It seemed incredible that even soft, he fit into his neatly
tailored pants. All that flesh had to go somewhere.
    He pushed her gown up over her belly and
despite having sex with him once before, the sudden, abrupt
exposure was almost as shocking as the feel of his thumb pressing
her clit. He slipped his fingers into her willing depths and she
groaned.
    “You're so wet,” he growled.
    “For you,” she whispered, pulling him down
into her embrace. Her hands knotted in his hair, holding on to him.
She was on fire—ravenous with need, eyes heavy-lidded as she
watched him rear over her, one hand locked around the base of his
cock.
    He paused at her entrance and sheathed
himself in a hard lunge, pushing past her defenses as she shrieked.
His free hand slapped down over her mouth, stopping her cries.
    What little she could see of him over his
hand was intent and brutal, lips drawn back over his bared teeth.
He played at average so well it was unnerving to see him thus
revealed, and Honoria couldn’t stop the fine tremors that racked
her lower limbs, leaving her shaking in the aftermath of each
pounding thrust. Surely she wasn’t afraid of him?
    His fingers traced the vulnerable line of her
throat before they finally locked on her chin, his blue eyes
glittering as if everything to do with her body belonged to him
alone. “Pull your legs apart.”
    Lifting her knees forced him deeper. She’d
forgotten how big he was. Honoria gasped, cruelly skewered by his
impaling cock. Even his smallest movement made her painfully aware
of his enormous girth.
    “You’re tight,” he growled, slamming back
into her hard enough to make her grunt.
    Her head wedged against the opposite armrest.
“And you’re driving me mad,” she said, thrusting up to meet him
despite her awkward position. “Damn you, Danton!”
    His grin flashed out like summer lightning
and the pace of his thrusts slowed, holding her on the very edge of
release. Closing