Page 42 of Ella’s Desire

The night rail covered her face, then lifted her hair from her shoulders as it slid from her skin and fell silently to the floor. He drew in a hard breath and regarded her.

“Tell me to leave,” she challenged.

His stare moved over her, roaming over her breasts, her legs, her thighs, her sex. He swallowed. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said with finality.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Ella stepped toward him and gently plucked at the binding holding his arm to his body. “Can this come off?”

With a growl, he drew the sling off. He sucked in a breath that made Ella wince and moved more carefully to ease off his doublet. She helped him with the linen beneath, exceedingly mindful of his injured arm, which obviously still was causing him pain.

Even with his arm cradled to his torso, he was beautiful underneath, powerful with strength from hunting and fighting. He kept his gaze fixed on her, alternating from her face to her body, as he pulled free the ties of his trews and shoved them one-handed to the floor.

His manhood thrust out from him, pointing directly at her. He wrapped his good arm around her and the swollen length of him bumped clumsily and hot against her belly. His mouth slanted over hers, his tongue stroking as his hand played over her body, cupping her breast, curving over her bottom.

She ran her hands over his muscular back, marveling at all the raw power of him. His lips dragged down her neck to her collarbone.

She dropped her head back to give him more access to whatever he wanted to kiss, whatever he wanted to lick. The heat of his mouth closed around her nipple and needles of pleasure prickled through her. She cried out in surprise, reveling in the sensation.

He circled her with his tongue and then went to the other breast. “Do you want more?” he groaned. “Even more than this?”

“Aye,” she panted. “I want everything.”

He knelt on the ground and gently nudged her legs apart. She leaned her weight on a chair behind her and spread her thighs. She had been expecting his fingers, not his mouth. But that was exactly what closed over her, wet and eager as his tongue lapped decadent circles about the sensitive place of her sex.

He worked his finger inside her as he loved her with his mouth, plunging with slow care. Ella’s world burst into flames, tingles in every part of her body until she could no longer handle the sensation of it all. Euphoria exploded around her and left dots of light sparkling behind her closed lids.

When she opened her eyes again, he had gotten to his feet and stood before her. He took her hand and led her on shaking legs to the large bed at the back of his chamber. She sank onto the furs and looked up at him. His arousal jutted in front of her—silky, hard temptation.

She touched him, remembering how much he had enjoyed that before. He groaned and let her explore the shaft, the spongy tip. She licked her lips and his eyes fixed on her mouth.

A wicked thought sizzled through her mind. Surely, he was not the only one who could bring pleasure with his mouth.

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Bronson’s body was tense with the need to release, still burning from Ella’s touches earlier that day. She stared at his cock in front of her and cast a flirtatious little half-smirk up at him.

Her hands glided over his shaft like he’d shown her, the pressure intensifying as she neared the swollen head. His bollocks tightened at the sheer pleasure.

She watched him as she explored his cock with her hands, then licked her lips with that flash of mischief in her eyes. She parted her mouth and gently kissed the tip of his cock. He gave a strangled choke and his arousal quirked at the sensation of her mouth on him.

She glanced anxiously up at him, her eyes seeking permission. He nodded. After all, he was a man, and what right-minded man would ever say no to such an offer?

She licked him from shaft to tip, pausing periodically to kiss and brush her lips over him. An innocent’s attempt to pleasure a man with her mouth. It was endearing, and sensual, and made him ready to pop.

He caught her face with his hand. She paused mid-lick and gazed up at him.

“I want you,” he said in a gravelly voice.

She sucked in a breath and her tongue returned to her beautiful mouth. He lowered himself to her with his good arm, stretching his nakedness over the soft warmth of hers. Lust pounded painfully at his groin and echoed in his ears with a desperation to release.

He didn’t ask if she knew what they were to do. Clearly, they’d had enough play that she could deduce as much, especially for a woman with desires as intense as Ella’s.

He ran his hands over her legs. First her delicate ankles, then up to those shapely calves that had haunted his nights since he arrived at Werrick Castle. Her skin was smooth and warm under his touch, her breath shaky. He traced his fingers up her pretty knees and down the delicate path of her inner thighs.

“Part your legs for me,” he whispered.

She did as he asked, revealing the glistening, swollen folds of her sex, flushed pink with longing. His mouth found hers, his kisses languid and gentle. Lusty though she might be, it didn’t mean the act wouldn’t frighten her.

He rose on top of her and nudged the head of himself against her, a feat not easily done with only one damn arm. Fortunately, he was so hard, and she so wet, her center slightly stretched from his efforts when he licked her to climax earlier. He sank in slightly and stopped.