CHAPTER 17

"WHAT DO YOU THINK OF our siblings' marriage?" Thalia asked that afternoon as they returned to London in Liam's luxurious train carriage.

They had left the rectory shortly after breakfast and their respective conversations with their siblings, but then had to cool off their heels in the inn to allow for the carriage to be hitched to the afternoon train departing for London.

"I think they are young and foolishly in love. Only time will tell if they'll be able to have a happy marriage. That being said, I liked your sister. She is not at all what I expected."

"Oh? And what did you expect?" Thalia asked, genuinely puzzled.

"I don't know. A beautiful but empty-headed debutante. Maybe even a little vain and spoiled."

"Is that where your brother's taste in women has run to in the past?"

Liam smiled at that. "Not at all. But then again, he had never consorted with young eligible ladies in the past. His tastes ran more to sophisticated older women of dubious reputation."

"Then why would you think he'd be attracted to stupidity and vanity?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I guess that's my opinion of all debutantes."

"Tsk, so much prejudice, my lord."

"I admit it." His eyes were heavy lidded, observing her with undisguised hunger. "Why don't you come here and teach me a lesson?"

"We don't have a sheath," she reminded him, trying to sound stern but failing miserably when she was vibrating with the same need as he. "You threw it away."

He made a face. "I hate reusing sheaths."

"Who would have thought you'd be so squeamish?"

"I'm not squeamish about everything. And we could indulge in other activities that don't involve intercourse. Do you remember how I ate your cunny last night until you came?"

Good Lord, the man was shameless. She stared at him with her mouth open in shock while her core melted with remembered pleasure.

"I want you to get naked and then sit on my face. The better to enjoy you."

"No." She shook her head for emphasis. "I couldn't possibly. Not here! Your servant is right next door."

"We would retire to the sleeping berth, of course." So saying, he stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her up and towards the door of the sleeping compartment.

"He could still hear us."

"Then you'll have to be very quiet."

He ushered her into the sleeping compartment and locked the door. "Now, let's get you naked."

She backed away in defiance. No way was she getting naked in broad daylight.

"You first," she challenged.

His eyes were alight with wicked amusement as he started sliding his necktie off. "As you wish, my dear."

Some moments later, he presented himself to her, gloriously naked. As naked as the lust in his eyes. From his loose long hair brushing the mountainous terrain of his shoulders, to the inverted triangle that was his torso, leading the eyes down to the apex of his thighs, where his rod stood like a mighty tower. Her mouth watered at the magnificent display of raw masculinity.

"Now is your turn," he said, taking his rod in his hand and massaging it rhythmically.

The movement was mesmerizing. Arousing for reasons she couldn't comprehend.

"Not yet." She swallowed convulsively as he raised a brow at her insubordination. The cabin was cramped. It only took her two steps to reach him. Planting a hand on his chest, she pushed. "Sit on the bed."

She could not have moved him had he not wanted to be pushed, but he complied, sitting on the bed and then leaning back on his elbows, completely at ease and shameless in his nakedness. A small smirk played around his lips, daring her to continue her game. Maybe he didn't think she had what it took to drive him insane. Well, she might be inexperienced, but she had some theoretical knowledge and more than enough enthusiasm. There was something that had almost driven him over the edge yesterday.

She licked her lips, sinking to her knees between his widespread legs, and she had the satisfaction of seeing his smirk disappear. In its place, an almost frightening hunger shone on his face.

"Thalia, what are you doing?"

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow and smirk as she took hold of him with one hand. "Isn't it obvious? Are you going to allow me to see it through until the end this time?"

His eyes widened and his nostrils flared, while his member jumped in her hand.

"Yes," he croaked. "Yes, you can do whatever you want. I'm literally in your hands."

With a smile of pure feminine power, she dipped her head and closed her lips over the flared crown of his manhood, encasing it completely in her mouth and lightly sucking. The groan he emitted was feral. The sound cascaded over her, nurturing her confidence.

He tasted like forbidden fruit and male. His essence was an intoxicating aphrodisiac singing in her veins. She eased back, running her tongue through the ridged contours, exploring the texture and shape. She found a rougher patch at the bottom of the head, where it met the shaft on the underside of his penis and placed the tip of her tongue there.

"Oh, sweet Jesus." He collapsed back, rubbing his hands over his face.

"You are making an awful lot of noise," she mock reprimanded him.

"It's your fault. You drive me to madness."

"Me? I hardly know what I'm doing. Feel free to instruct me on what you like."

"I could not bear it if you learn more. I like everything you do. That feels amazing. Yesss!" His words dissolved into a moan as she continued to lick and suck and explore his shaft at her leisure.

"Take a bit more," he begged, and she complied immediately. "That's it darling. Oh, fuck, feels so good. Now caress my bollocks. Yes, just like that."

His praise was like sweet liquor, igniting her own desire. To have this masterful, gorgeous man in her hands, was a feeling of power such like she had never experienced. Every groan she extracted from his throat, every tightening of his hands on the sheets, every helpless pump of his hips straining into her mouth, made her feel like a warrior queen. And his body was the conquered land.

Running her hands up his thighs, she marveled at muscles so hard they seemed carved out of marble. Except for the soft texture of his body hair and the heat and pliancy of his skin under her palms.

"You like that, don't you? Are you enjoying this, you little minx?"

She nodded yes, unable to form words with the thickness of his rod filling her mouth, and loath to relinquish it for even one second. She sensed he was nearing his breaking point. His breaths came faster, his hips moved more recklessly. One of his hands had come to her head and now grabbed her by the hair, gently guiding her mouth with his hands.

"Oh, darling, I can't hold off much longer. Let go now if you don't want me to spill in your mouth."

She sucked with renewed vigor.

"You want me to come in your mouth?" He seemed surprised. More like stupefied. She nodded, raising her eyes until their gazes connected. That did him in. "Oh, good heavens."

The first spurt of his seed hit the back of her throat, and she moaned in surprise, but instinctively swallowed. Taking all he had to give, draining him clean until nothing was left and the tension had left his muscles. She released his member with a pop, and it flopped heavily against his stomach, exhausted, but still magnificent and proud.

Then he was pulling her up by her arms to cradle her against his chest. "Damn, my muse. That was incredible." As if then realizing she was still fully dressed, he picked at the voluminous sleeve of her gown. "You are wearing too many clothes. I'll remedy that right away. Just remember that turnaround is fair play."