Page 48 of Enticing the Devil

When the ultimate pleasure came, it burst so quickly and so forcefully she cried out. He swiftly covered her mouth with his, muffling the sound. He consumed her gasping moans as the climax rippled through her body, spreading shaking pleasure to every corner of her existence.

Swept up in the maelstrom of sensation and surrender, she forced herself to acknowledge the stunning beauty of that moment. His taste on her tongue, the imprint of his hands marking her softness, the sound of his ragged breath, and the throbbing hard heat of him filling the aching emptiness inside her.

Chapter Seventeen

A surge of animalistic possessiveness roared through Beynon as her deep, fluttering spasms caressed his cock. The pleasure was too intense, the demand for release too strong. His throat closed on a growl and his legs trembled. Then he tensed from head to toe as his orgasm exploded with a depth and power that stunned him.

By the time her soft, gasping sighs died and his shaking limbs regained a bit of strength, the shocking reality of what had just occurred hit him like a cannon ball to the gut.

He sucked in a hard breath and flexed his hands against the soft flesh of her arse.

Fuck.

The muscles of his thighs bunched as he realized almost all his weight was shoved against her. His belly pressed firm to hers. He could feel every rise and fall of her breasts as she struggled to slow her breath and the thundering pace of her heart resonated through his chest.

When he shifted his pelvis and withdrew from her gently pulsing sheath, she murmured softly but said nothing. A moment later, she slowly, shakily lowered her feet to the floor.

A great and terrible clenching moved through his body. Not quite regret or denial but something similar. He’d never experienced such a consuming passion, such a raw need to claim. And the pleasure! The intensity of his climax hummed through him still.

But now...

With a pain he’d never experienced before, he acknowledged that an experience like the one he’d just had came with a set of severe consequences.

As her arms slid away from around his neck, he didn’t need to be able to see through the darkness still surrounding them to know there was a flush of exertion on her pale cheeks and her lips were plump and glistening. Her gown was likely beyond ruined—crumpled and twisted between their heated bodies.

After unwinding his neckcloth from his throat, he used the soft cotton to wipe away the wetness seeping from her body, then cleaned himself as well. Despite having just shared the most intense form of physical intimacy, neither of them spoke while he tended to the aftermath of their reckless passion.

He couldn’t stop himself from gently smoothing his hand up her inner thigh before stepping back to allow her skirts to fall over her legs. Her breath stuttered a bit at the caress, but still...she said nothing.

Beynon refastened his breeches then bent to pick up his coat. After sliding the garment back on, he tucked the damp neckcloth into a pocket. Then he shoved his hands back through his hair as he finally directed his focus to the woman standing against the door as though she’d crumple without its support.

His sight had adjusted enough to see that she watched him intently. Her focus was quiet yet fierce but the slight part of her lips nearly tempted him to claim another taste of her.

“Are you all right?” His voice was hoarse, making the words sound gruffer than he intended. Her subtle flinch twisted at his insides. He’d never felt more like the vile man who’d sired him than he did in that moment.

She nodded then licked her lips. “I’m fine.”