23. Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter twenty-three

H ugh’s night was looking up. Gone was the tentative virgin he had met days ago, and in her place was a bold seductress. He adored both sides of Charlotte, but the one currently digging her fingernails into his shoulders as her tongue plunged into his mouth set him on fire. Hell, who was he kidding? Everything about her turned him into a raging inferno.

“Delicious,” Hugh whispered, since tonight she tasted like cherries.

Her tongue delved deeper, and she swallowed his, “Fuck, yes.”

Now that he knew she was safe for the time being, he needed to leave immediately. If he were discovered tupping her in her chamber, he would not just suffer a beating. This time, he would find himself at the end of a pistol, and rightfully so.

He tried to pull back, but Charlotte did not allow it. She clung to him as she nibbled on his bottom lip. His blasted engorged cock stole the blood from his brain, leaving him a prurient imbecile. To the devil. Since he could not fight his overwhelming attraction to her, he gave up and wrapped her in his arms.

Damnation, he loved everything about the breasts pressing against him. They had been bouncing about beneath her practically see-through night dress, taunting him since she had dashed across her chamber to let him in. Creamy white mounds with responsive pink tips and rosy areolas that tasted like decadent sweets beckoned and called, “ Touch us. Lick us. Feast on us. ”

“Is your chamber door locked?” he asked.

“Uh, huh,” she murmured.

Thank fuck. He slid his hand beneath the flimsy fabric and cradled one breast—such soft skin and the perfect weight. He hummed in appreciation.

Her head flew back as she emitted a sensual gasp.

Only a God could turn this innocent lady into molten pliancy, so he must be Lord of the world.

What an arrogant arse he was. He chuckled at himself, until his cock spasmed, reminding him that it had immediate needs.

“Let us never fight again,” she said as her hands caressed his chest.

“Never.” Although, if this was reconciliation, the occasional spirited debate might be worth exploring.

She fiddled with a button. “We should get you out of these wet clothes before you catch your death. ”

“And so I can fuck you senseless.” He immediately regretted his ungentlemanly words. Why was he always saying such indecent things to her? This was not some doxy he could whisper filthy things to.

“Oh, yes. Please.” She ripped at his shirt. A button popped free and flew across the room. “’Tis all I think about.”

He smiled against her cheek. How glorious. His innocent sweetling liked filthy talk. Since he loved to whisper wicked things in a woman’s ear, he would take advantage of her delightful predilection.

“Are you wet for me, Firefly?” he asked.

She whimpered.

While pinching a nipple between his fingers, he slid his other hand beneath her dress, then up her silky thigh.

She quivered.

Her legs were as luscious as her breasts, and her quim? Delectable . He salivated in anticipation.

“Shall I check to see if that pretty little cunt of yours is weeping for me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she panted right before her lips crashed against his.

He traced tiny circles on her inner thighs, eventually sliding his attention inward and upward until he reached her mound. Taking his time, he played with her feminine curls until he was rewarded with raspy whimpers.

She swung her legs onto his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

How satisfying it would be to make her come over and over again with just his hands and his words.

Sliding two fingers into her wet folds, he pumped into her. He was gentle at first, taking note of her mewls of pleasure and increasing the pressure as her greedy walls begged for more .

He broke from their kiss to coo, “I dare say you like being finger fucked,” punctuating his salacious accusation with a curling middle finger.

She bucked against his hand. “Yes.”

“Hmm. I wonder what else my naughty Firefly likes,” he taunted. “Perchance my mouth fucking that sweet cunny.”

She moaned.

Damnation, this was fun.

“Or my cock pounding into your honey cave?”

“Yes. Please, yes,” she begged.

“Mayhap, I shall simply make you come all over my hand,” he teased.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured between breathy pants. “And…”

“Say it, Firefly. Whatever you want.”

He would conquer the world for her. Although, hopefully, she simply wanted him to dine on her sweet cunny. Oh, how satisfying it would be to hear her ask for it. So much so that he might spend all over his small clothes the second the request left her lips.

“There is this book in our library,” she softly said.

Since he was preoccupied with images of her head thrown back as she screamed his name, it took a moment for her words to register. After replaying the last thirty seconds of their lovemaking, he shook himself to the present.

Nay, she could not mean the book . “Book?” he asked.

Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. “A quite indecent book.” She worried her kiss-swollen bottom lip.

“ The Secret Life of Gentlemen ?” he asked, doubtful this was what she referenced. To his knowledge, well-bred ladies knew nothing of the lovemaking guide.

She nodded.

Apparently, he was ill-informed. “Have you looked at it? ”

“Yes. And I find it quite fascinating.”

“Fuck.” His inner beast growled. “Tell me, what part do you find the most intriguing?”

“Everything. Especially when a woman takes a man’s cock, into her mouth.”

Really? Truly? Lord above!

“Do you want to suck on my cock, Charlotte?” Please, please, let her say yes , he prayed.

She nodded. “I…I believe so. I mean, yes.”

Well, bloody hell. Then they best get him out of his soaked bottoms.