His Wicked Seduction novel Chapter 65

Horatia was too lost in the thrill of being connected to him to share in his joke as he continued to pump deep into her. It was a savage claiming of her as his woman and she reveled in the ferocity as he held her captive to the hammer of his hips against hers.

He was close to coming, she could see it in his eyes. But suddenly Lucien pulled out and was turning her over onto her stomach. He reached over her and took two extra pillows and lifted her hips up to slide the pillows underneath them. Her bottom was up in the air and she felt terribly exposed.

"So beautiful, my lovely, sinful Horatia." His voice was low as he caressed her from the back of her neck down along her spine before reaching her bottom. He swatted her rump and she jerked in response. A tingle of fire shot up her body and a painful throbbing welled up between her thighs all over again.

"That is for torturing me. Consider yourself punished, love." He kissed each cheek, the sting of his blow turning into delicious warmth. Horatia was shocked how arousing this was. She could not see him, not unless she craned her head over her neck. She had to trust him completely from here.

"Lucien...please..." She shifted her bottom, desperate to entice him to enter her again. He moved over her, his chest sliding along her back as he kissed her neck. Then she felt one of his hands parting her folds, allowing him to push his way inside.

"Yes, yes, there!" The animal in her took over as she rejoiced when he thrust home. She met him with a push of her own hips. He was in to the hilt, his hands now braced on either side of her shoulders as each thrust struck some point deep in her that robbed her of all thought. She cried out as he ravished her, their skin slick with sweat and the aroma of their lovemaking clouding their senses.

That moment nearly robbed Horatia of her soul. When she came it was hard, earth shattering and primitive. She forgot who she was, who he was. There was only this moment, this explosion of the greatest pleasure she'd ever known. Vaguely she was aware of Lucien driving into her at a pace and harshness that would have shamed a stallion and even this thought sent her careening into another wild orgasm.

Lucien shouted incoherently and collapsed on top of her, their bodies still fused together. After a moment, he moved off her and she turned to face him. Limbs tangled and souls locked, they shared breaths and smiles. Words were unnecessary. The look of desire was etched so deeply into Lucien's face that Horatia felt her eyes burn with tears.

"I've been a fool to wait as long as I have." He gently untied her wrists and rolled her onto her back beneath him. She savored his warmth, enjoying the rapid beat of his heart against her cheek. "Please say you'll always belong to me." He kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead.