mouth against her neck. “…no right.”
He sucked gently at that spot before kissing a wet path down to one deliciously pink nipple.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, her back arching her harder into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled until she was whimpering, her hips pressing pleadingly into his.
“I’m not sure we have time for this, love.” But what was time, really? his brain countered helpfully. And if they did wait till later to leave, perhaps they’d avoid the curious stares of any late-returning fishermen who might spot them on the coast.
Her body was so unbelievably hot in the cool air of the room. Like a newly stoked fire.
Lancaster shook his head to dismiss his own misgivings, then reached one hand down to unbutton his breeches.
Breath held back by his tightly clenched teeth, he freed himself from his clothing and slid deep into her in one brutal thrust.
Cynthia opened her mouth in a wordless scream as he reared up to his feet. He tugged her toward him so that her bottom perched at the edge of the mattress.
Ah, sweet Lord above. He could control his thrusts perfectly from this vantage, and the pleasure of it skittered up his spine as he pushed slowly inside her and pulled just as slowly out.
Her hands fluttered as if she didn’t know what to do with them now that he’d set them free. He watched her fingers clench at air as he slid deep inside her again. One of her hands twisted into the sheets.
Lancaster closed his eyes and told himself not to do what he wanted to do. But once the idea wormed its way beneath his skullcap, there was no setting it aside. And she’d like it. He knew she would.
When he opened his eyes, he found Cynthia biting her lip, head thrown back in pleasure, and he reached for her.
“Cyn,” he rasped, working her fingers free from the sheets. “Here.” She didn’t resist at all, even as he pressed her palm to one of her breasts. He slipped the other hand down her belly to lie snug against her curls.
Her eyes finally opened, glazed with the distance of pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” he growled.
When she glanced down at her body, her eyes widened. Would she refuse? Would she draw back in horror? Of course she must. But then her fingers tightened on her breast and he nearly moaned with joy.
“That’s it.” Horrible lust surged up inside his chest, scraping his words to raw need. “Touch yourself while I take you.”
Shock flickered over her flushed face, but she did as he said, and her fingers closed over her nipple.
“Ah,” she gasped, arching into his thrust.
“Lord, you’re beautiful.”
She closed her eyes and turned her head away as her other hand cupped her sex.
Lancaster watched her fingertips ease closer to that little pearl of nerves. He thrust slow and careful, giving her time to tempt herself into touching just there. Just where their bodies met, where his cock fit so snugly into her wet sex.
Her fingers brushed his shaft, sending shudders down his thighs. Could she feel that? How hard he was for her? How wet she was for him? The miraculous perfection of this profane act?
She touched him again, more deliberately this time, and then she found the spot, and her body twisted. A strangled, desperate cry escaped her throat, and Lancaster gratefully increased his pace.
“You’re beautiful, Cyn,” he breathed. “Beautiful.” And she was. Impossibly so. He hooked his arms beneath her knees to hold her firmly in place. And he watched her take control of her own pleasure.
That place inside him opened again, that place where he was real. Not angry or frightened or broken.
Pleasure began to gather too fast, compressing into a heavy weight at the base of his cock. It was too much, being inside her, watching as her fingers rubbed tiny circles into her sex. Her other hand spread wide over her full breast. Her head pressed hard into the soft mattress and her neck strained.
“Nick,” she chanted. “Nick. Nick.” The words sounded like a prayer. For him. “Oh, that feels…so…”
He watched as her fingers dug into the flesh of her breast. Her other hand moved faster, faster, and Lancaster drove into her. Too rough. Too fast. But it seemed to ease the ache building up inside her, because Cynthia dug her heels into his arse and arched up for more. Hips jerking against him, she screamed.
He felt the grip of her muscles tighten around his cock and gritted his teeth until the spasms faded. When she finally began to relax, Lancaster let himself go. He fucked her hard. His hips slapped against hers as he pumped himself into the tight vise of her sex.