Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

J uliet wanted to resist him, just to see what would happen, but she already felt trapped and helpless, and it wasn’t long before she pressed closer and grabbed onto his shirt for support as her knees weakened.

Hector pulled her hands off him and pinned them to the door above her head. One hand held her hostage while the other moved to her hip and pushed her apart from him. Juliet felt him consume her as he kissed her roughly and deeply.

I still want more of him.

As he pulled back, Juliet whined in protest. Hector smirked at her as he leaned forward again.

Instead of resuming their kiss, he trailed his fiery lips down the column of her throat, making her shiver with delight.

“Hector…”

“Shhh,” he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. “You will need to be patient, dearest. Today, you must demonstrate your best behavior. Can you do that for me?”

Juliet nodded quickly, desperate to do anything as long as he kept touching and kissing her.

“Very good,” he mumbled against her jaw, sending chills running down her spine as she arched her back against the door.

God, this man will be my death.

Hector tightened his grip on her hands before he instructed, “Keep your hands up here. If they drop, I shall double your punishment.”

Juliet nodded again, feeling even more desperate than she had been moments ago. Hector took his hand off hers and pressed closer to explore her mouth again.

It took every ounce of self-control Juliet possessed not to curl her fingers into his hair and pull him closer until her clothes could no longer mask the passion burning beneath her skin. She needed more, but she wanted Hector to remain pleased with her.

Juliet was so mesmerized as his sensuous mouth licked, sucked, and nibbled hers that she did not notice that his hands were deftly undoing the buttons and knots of her dress.

It was not until he lowered her hands and slipped her out of the dress that she realized he had been hard at work. She stood before him in her thin chemise, a deep flush spreading from her cheeks to her neck. As he caressed her face, his hungry gaze wandered over her body.

“You are truly far too beautiful. I do not understand how anyone could have left you in that place to waste away when you were clearly created for much bigger things,” Hector grumbled as he gently pulled her away from the door.

Hector moved to stand behind her and nudged her forward towards the bed as his hands tugged and lifted her chemise.

“Bigger things?” Juliet questioned, gasping as he pushed her onto the bed and landed on her front. “You mean being your wife?”

A sharp sting of pain on her buttocks made her realize a few things simultaneously.

Firstly, Hector had raised her chemise high enough to expose her entire bottom. Secondly, she was in vulnerable position underneath him, unable to see what he planned to do to her.

Thirdly, something white-hot was unfurling within her, erasing all of her thoughts and rendering her useless.

I am completely at his mercy.

“That was the correct response, but I did not particularly care for your tone,” Hector stated coldly. He underscored his words with another strike upon her rear.

Although the hits weren’t overtly painful, the sharp sound of his hand coming down against her bare behind and the suddenness of the contact startled her every time.

Juliet pressed her face into the sheets to muffle her whines. She clawed at them as he pulled her downwards, so her hips would rest against the edge of the bed. She squealed as he turned her around to lay on her back and then spread her legs apart and inserted his finger into her wetness.

“Hector,” she called breathlessly.

The last thing that held her awareness was the sight of him sinking to his knees as he grabbed her by the hips and mouthed at her wet folds.

Juliet’s hands found their way to Hector’s hair, sinking into the soft, dark locks as she questioned incoherently.

“Hector…wait! W…wait, what are you…”

His tongue circled her drenched bud, and she moaned, loud and long, unable to gather her wits before he pressed closer to lap more deeply inside of her. The nerves throughout her body sizzled and burned with explosive fury as he opened her and reignited her with each clever stroke of his tongue. The blinding fever of her ecstasy had returned with full force as Hector relentlessly tantalized and teased her magical place.

“Hector, please,” she begged, writhing desperately in his strong grasp.

He pulled back slightly and smoothly slid his finger into her.

“Oh!”

Hector grinned and hummed softly as he inserted a second finger into her. He slowly and sensually stroked along her inner chamber, bringing Juliet even closer to the edge of reason.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this…” he told her, still slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her. “How many times I have dreamt of having you submit to me like this.”

With a final rough thrust of his fingers, Juliet clenched the sheets and exploded with rapture as every part of her sizzled and quaked.

“Although my dreams pale in comparison to the real event, I was right about one thing,” he said, rising to his feet and pulling his shirt over his head.

He carefully drew her up by her shoulders and pulled her into a deep kiss, sharing the taste of her that lingered on his tongue as one of his hands ripped the ties from her corset and freed her. Hector held her breasts and circled their tight, pink buds with his thumbs and coaxed breathy moans from her parted lips.

“You are just as lovely as I knew you would be.”

She sighed as he kissed her again and then positioned her onto her hands and knees. He adjusted her slightly, so her back was low, and her hips were higher. Juliet shivered with unbridled longing as his hands caressed her curves, cupped her voluptuous breasts, and coursed gently down her back, branding her with his touch.

“Perhaps I should have taken you more seriously when you told me to find you when I wanted you,” he grumbled, leaning over her to leave kisses on her shoulders and along the nape of her neck.

“You should have. I do not know why you…”

Her retort was cut short by a half scream as he sunk his teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder. The pain released a wave of pleasure that shook her to her core.

“Oh, darling, I thought I had warned you about your tone,” Hector tutted in disapproval as he stood up and undid the openings of his breeches.

Juliet had barely recovered as he braced one hand firmly on her hip and warned, “Take a deep breath, my darling. This might hurt a little.”