hardest thing he’d ever had to do. Now she just wanted to be held? Fuck.
He tried to be a gentleman. But he wasn’t nice, gentle or kind. Tiberius Blackfield had never been a good man, and he fought to be one now. His jaw hurt from the pressure he put on it.
Sophie looked up at him and gave her brilliant smile. “Sir… you’re going to get a headache if you keep grinding your teeth together like that.”
“I fucking like to grind my teeth.”
Her smile widened. His light in the darkness. Irrepressible Sophie.
“Maybe if you kissed me, as we both want, you wouldn’t have to—”
He didn’t let her finish. His mouth crashed down on her surprised lips. Consuming her. Claiming her. She was his. All his. All the sweeter when she turned his kiss around and gave it back to him.
Chapter 3
Tiberius
He would give her one chance. One fucking chance to tell him no.
“Sophie, if you don’t—”
“Master… husband… take me to bed. I need you.”
Tiberius let out a hearty groan. “Fuck, darling. Lift your legs about my waist and don’t let go.”
She giggled with shy anticipation. He didn’t give her the opportunity to listen, for he was already lifting her, his hands palming her ass, spreading her thighs and opening her to him. She let out a gasp when their bodies rubbed intimately.
“Feel that?” he said, his voice heavy with lust. His balls were already clenching up. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“I want to hurry. Now, Tiberius. Make it now—”
Her hands ran over his back, and she tried to tug his shirt up and over his head. He ended up with his arms tangled up within the fabric, and she laughed merrily again. He smiled, never before being with a woman who made fucking fun.
“Patience, darling,” he said, unbuttoning her shirt as he laid her down underneath him on the wide divan. His lips found the tender spot under her chin, along her collarbone and down between her breasts. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and tugged it down over her shoulders. Immediately his mouth found a sweet, pert nipple.
“Tiberius—”
Yeah. She was one of those women who could orgasm with her breasts alone. He wouldn’t let her, though. He released her nipple with a loud pop and sat up just long enough to pull off the shirt she’d half-removed, tossing it to the rug below them. His fingers went to the seam of her jeans, and he ran them teasingly along her zipper, down along her inner thigh. She let out a harsh gasp.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked, her mouth parted with breathy passion.
He grinned. “Making love to my wife.”
“You, sir, are a terrible tease…” Her eyes begged him, even as she burst into another quick laugh of lustful delight. It mixed with the hitch of a sob. Her fingers cinched into the muscles of his upper arms as her thighs spread open like a bounty before him. “Don’t stop, Tiberius, please. I need you inside me—”
He saw their pale reflection in the glass of the windows both above and behind. She was exquisite. He saw himself, mirrored in the glass. His eyes looked like fire as they gazed upon her. He looked like a man ready to devour. Not far off the mark. Her radiant skin had the lush, milky look of a long-ago queen. But the touch of her skin, silky smooth and smelling of warmth, wasn’t something a reflection could duplicate.
He needed her too, his heart pounding so sharply in his chest he felt she might plausibly discover the secret of his affection for her. He must be inside her, and soon, but her pleasure was paramount. So Tib held off, prolonging each stroke of his fingers along her soft flesh.
Sophie begged some more. “Master… please.”
It was her begging he loved to hear. He would make her say it again and again until her voice was hoarse from it.
His fingers reached inside her panties, slipping them down to the center of her pleasure, reaching low to caress the slickness of her core. She was so wet for him. He growled with heady arousal at the distinct feeling of hers, so evident upon his fingertips.
With deliberation, he slid his fingers out and slowly licked them clean. She watched him avidly.
“I’m sorry.” She flushed. Had she never been touched so intimately? He’d have to rectify that, and often. She stammered. “I guess I’m—”
He cut her off, not willing for her to doubt herself. “You taste so sweet, darling,” he said, his voice gruff and his eyes hot upon her.
His dick had thickened and elongated to near bursting. Each glance she gave him, every single move she made, felt like exquisite pain. Tib had always been the one to inflict torment, but this woman… without even trying, she undid him.
Completely.
She gave him a tormented smile, the lower half of her body grasping for what was yet still unattainable to her. Tib wasn’t about to let her squirm that delectable body—her responsive, sweet body which had borne life, had scars and marks and above all, a woman’s round fleshiness—into a climax before he was ready to give it. He wanted to prolong her torture until she reached a peak, the likes of which she’d never felt before. When he finally let her come, he would make her explode.
“Come here,” he said, his voice possessive and giving off the impression he was thoroughly controlled. Which, of course, was a lie. She’d unraveled years of loneliness and his disregard for companionship the moment he trapped her in his prison cell. His voice compelled her to obey him. “Let me kiss that perfect, pouty mouth of yours.”
Tiberius pulled her close. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, and fuck… he had to take a deep breath for the control he just swore he had. Even more, when she gave him a purr of need and ground her cunt up against his erection. His cock strained against the zipper of his trousers.
Sophie’s amber-brown eyes were nearly black with passion, the pupils widely blown. She licked her luscious lips, and he tasted them again. This time it was he who ground his body against her, nudging himself to the center of her. She felt so damn good.
Her eyes followed the line of his body down to his trousers, and her fingers followed. With no reservation, and with the steadiness of a woman once used to a man’s arousal, she ran her hand over the stiffness of him. She floored him as she reached in without pause, unfastening him and yanking his clothing down with stormy haste.
He helped her along, his boxers and trousers heading to the floor along with the rest of their abandoned clothes. She still wore too much. He’d rectify that and did—quickly. Her jeans and panties were tugged down and removed until they both stared at each other in a moment of paralyzed longing. Then the moment shattered, and each lunged, their bodies straining towards each other as if starved.
Tib grabbed the back of Sophie’s neck, her hair in his hand. He yanked her head back and voluminously kissed her. She was his. His…
Her
