Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
His free hand dug into her hip, lifting her.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Take me. All of me. Holy fuck, baby, you’re killing me.”
She screamed, back bowing as her pussy milked him. Barely holding on to his control, he didn’t stop until she came down from her high. As her shaking slowed, he released her wrists and used both hands to lift her hips.
“More,” he demanded.
He punctuated the word with three swift, deep thrusts.
“Never enough.” Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell onto her as she clamped her small hands around his forearms. He loved the way her skin shone against his.
“I want one more, lioness.”
“I can’t,” she panted, hips still moving with him as she tried to bring him in deeper.
“Yes, you can.” He reached between them and found her clit. “You will.”
He held her gaze and pinched her clit. She erupted again and this time took him with. Barely pulling out before he released, he spilled all over her belly. Panting as hard as she was, he stared down at her, watching his seed drip over her skin.
Bryn dipped and kissed her. “Stay here. I’ll clean you up.”
Naked, he moved to the basin of water sitting on the side table. He soaked a cloth, wrung it out and made his way back to where she lay, struggling to get the blankets back over her nakedness.
Clucking his tongue, he halted her and shook his head when she stole a look in his direction. “Let me take care of you.”
Tenderly, knowing she would be sore, he spread her legs once more and began cleaning. Hell, it had been her first time and he’d not exactly been gentle. When she squirmed away, he gripped her hip and leveled a glare at her.
“Hold still.”
“This isn’t necessary.”
It very much is. He grunted and got back to it, leaving her belly and his release for last. Rinsing the rag, he returned and wiped off her upper body, pleased to see his marks still on her skin.
However, all that pride and arrogance faded when he got to her neck. Bryn touched the lingering mark he hadn’t made and growled.
“Who the fuck put their goddamn hands on you?”
Chapter Twenty
Rosamunde sat up in the comfortable bed and sighed. She was at the Heartstone town home. Honestly, she didn’t remember getting here. After Bryn—she flushed from head to toe—had switched from demanding lover to simply demanding, she didn’t recall much.
She had refused to say anything about who had put their hands on her neck. The argument had changed into another round of his filling her full and making her scream his name, more than once, to the room. Then she’d fallen asleep.
And now I’m here again. Darkness had come and the room was illuminated from the fire burning healthily in the hearth. While she had been dressed, it wasn’t complete, almost like she had been made ready for bed. A small bag rested upon the bottom of the bed and she leaned over the blankets to tug it closer.
She gasped upon opening it. Her torn drawers were in there, and she bit the inside of her cheek as she flushed with embarrassment. Or was that heat from the reminder of what had happened when he’d ripped them?
Her entire body ached. Never in her life had she assumed that something like she’d done would make her ache. In a good way, for sure, but moving pulled groans and moans from her as her muscles tried to loosen up.
It took a few moments but she swung her legs over and got to her feet. Oh yes, I’m still sore. Walking didn’t help and her legs were shaky. She went to the fire and stood close to the heat, not that she was cold, for thinking about Bryn and what they’d done heated her like nothing else could.
A quick staccato of knocks pulled her from her musings. Ensuring she was covered enough to open the door, she padded that way, only wincing once or twice. “Yes?”
A maid stood there holding some garments.
“Good evening, Miss Fletcher. I was told to bring this to you by Lady Heartstone. Since you’re staying the night.” She pushed into the room and made her way to the closet.
Rosamunde hurried to follow, taking a brief moment to hide the ripped drawers that she didn’t need the help gossiping about. “Why?”
“The young lord said you had taken a tumble in the wet and while your clothes are drying a bit, we should get them cleaned for you. My lady wanted you to have a few options while we did that.”
The young woman turned, holding a softly colored blue muslin dress in hand. “I think this one would be perfect.” Her smile didn’t fade and Rosamunde realized after a few moments that the woman expected her to strip now.
“I can change myself. Come back in ten minutes.”