Chapter 13

M ORE? SHE WANTED MORE? God, yes he had to have more to give her. She just knew it. She could feel it everywhere. Especially there. Between her legs. The fire. The ache. The pleasure. She felt as though she'd been tossed into an ocean of pleasure that had been kept hidden from any map she had ever looked at before. And there was no navigating there—this ocean—without him. So, God yes, she wanted more. She wanted all of it.

Never had she ever felt anything so precious, so life shattering as this. Not even last night could compare to this. If last night had been an awakening, today was a surge of new life.

"You want more, Siren?"

"Yes," she panted, not even sure of where or how she would muster the energy to take more. Take more, never mind give.

But God, if this is what it felt like to be wild and free, she would take and give for as long as she could.

Her eyes fluttered to his. He was on his knees now with a hesitation. The likes of which she hadn't seen since the carriage ride last night when he was deciding whether or not to send her home .

His hands were on his breeches, and that's when she came to the full appreciation of what decision he was trying to make.

"Take them off," her voice was hoarse but authoritative.

His eyes didn't leave hers as he unbuttoned his falls. The fabric dropped, and her head nearly exploded at the sight. Long, thick. Ruddy. His cock jutted out toward her, and she saw a slight wetness on his tip.

Her breasts were heavy with need. The ache in them was palpable. She needed his lips. Him. His touch. His body atop hers. Again. Even though the ripples of pleasure had left her limp, seeing how aroused he was, she wanted more. Now.

For how wet she had been, she assumed he must have something similar happen to him, and she wanted to see it. Her heart clenched in her chest.

How she wanted this. Him. Inside of her. She couldn't give voice or label to any other thoughts except that this—right now with him—was what she needed.

"How—" She was embarrassed to admit her naivety, but she had to ask. "How will you fit?" Biting her lip, she awaited his reassurance.

"Don't worry, Siren. I'll fit. It'll be a nice, tight fit. If you want it."

She nodded, lip still caught in her teeth.

"Say it."

"Yes," her chest heaved. "I want it." And then to her utter surprise, she added, "In my mouth." He had made her feel so good as he devoured her that she wanted to have the same experience. She wanted to taste him. What would he be like? Her mouth watered at the thought.

His eyes widened as his hand stroked his cock with two long pumps.

"Are you sure? "

"Mmmhmmm." She could feel the wetness pooling again between her legs, and she was desperate to taste him, but her body was still limp.

Seeming to understand her plight, he crawled up over her body. "I'll feed it to you. Slowly. Just tell me when to stop."

Her heart thumped in her chest, her breaths turned shallow.

Her hands found his exposed thighs and gripped them as he tapped the head of his cock on her lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting him. And she was sure she gushed a little as she swallowed his flavor.

"Open for me," he said with a ragged voice.

And then his cock was in her mouth. She licked and sucked, just as he had done. Running her tongue on the underside of his cock, she felt him harden even further. God, she was wanton. And desperate for him. She swirled her tongue around the mushroomed head and sucked hard.

"Aggie," he growled and pulled out.

"More," she said, licking her lips.

His eyes were dark with arousal. "One more, but I won't last."

He fed her his cock and she opened wider, desperate for more as it slid to the back of her throat. She swallowed and he growled at her.

But then he pulled out and his mouth was on hers. She kept hearing random words, "You're a dream. You must be a dream." But she was so caught up in her own fantasy with him that she wasn't even sure which words she responded with.

He rolled her over and pulled her thighs up so that she was straddling him. "Ride me, Aggie."

The command. The plea. The instruction to be free and wild with him. It was an ache inside of her that she wanted to soothe.

"How?"

He fisted the base of his large cock. " Get on."

She rose up on her knees, unsure of what to do. But when he glided his cock down her core, an animal instinct welled up within her. Her body knew what it was searching for, and what she lacked in experience, she made up for in passion. And then where she fumbled, he guided her.

She could feel his wet tip between her legs, right on her core, sliding down to a new place. Where only his tongue had ever been. That's where he was going to fit inside of her.

Her body shook at the thought. Her skin aflame. Her hands steady on his chest.

"Take me inside," he coaxed her. "Suck me into your body, Siren. Clench around me and feel every inch of me inside you, filling you up."

Slowly, she pressed herself down feeling the sensation of his head burgeoning inside of her. She swallowed a moan and grasped his chest harder. This. Uh…this…uh…This was holy God, this was perfection. Feeling him and his fullness deepening inside of her.

His groan rumbled through the thick air between them, and she pressed down further. He was inside of her, locked in. But her body craved more. Desperately.

"Take as much as you want—"

She slid down his shaft, feeling every last inch of him fill her. Stretch her. Touch her innermost parts.

Her breasts bounced as she bottomed out on him and his fingers dug into her hips. In the way she craved to feel owned.

Needing a few deep breaths, she sat on him, meeting his gaze.

"That's my girl," he spoke in soothing terms.

And because his eyes, heavy-lidded as they were, didn't leave hers, she started to rock. He widened his knees and arched up into her .

It didn't take long until they found a rhythm, sent straight from the gods.

She loved the way his name sounded on her lips as she moaned her pleasure, especially because everytime she said it, he responded with another thrust pushing even deeper than before.

She threw her head back, her breasts in the wide open air, bouncing for him. Her hands on his chest and her quim clenched around his cock her only anchors.

"God, you're going to wring me dry, Aggie." His voice only amplified her arousal. "I love how you move."

"Only you," she gasped as the pressure mounted inside of her. She couldn't explain why she said that in the moment except that he was her everything right here and now. There was nothing before him. What had life been before she met him? A blurry reflection in a mirror. But this here, with him, this was real.

And then he thrusted up inside of her with an ever-hardening cock. Feeling even thicker than before, she felt herself clamp down on his cock, tightening, squeezing, pulsing. White hot pleasure flashed through her body, and then she slumped down on his chest.

Erratic thoughts threatened to spill into her head, but all she could think of was how much she loved this experience with him. Never in her wildest fantasies had she ever thought she could meet a man as masculine, strong, and passionate as Jude. Never mind seduce him. But here in his bed, everything felt right.

She didn't know what would happen next, what could happen next. She knew what she was supposed to expect, marriage. But right now, that wasn't even a plate on the table. His body. That was what she desired. And if on this short trip that was all she experienced, so be it.

But she'd be lying if she didn't admit another part that called to her, his lifelong pursuit of adventure. That was the real danger because although she could see herself falling for that, she knew he wouldn't be falling for an average lady like herself. There was no future here. Only experiences for the present. And that was fine.

Just fine with her. Nothing could be finer.