“I noticed at least six paintings of me.”
“Only six?” It truly felt like he had done dozens more, given the hours he had spent on them.
“Yes. You seem to have the same amount of your cat.”
“Ah, Cleopatra. She’s the jealous sort. I had to do her a similar justice.”
“I do not fancy cats.”
“The devil you say. Are you allergic?”
“No. One scratched me as a child.”
“You’ll love Cleo. She is a right queen and would never behave so badly.”
His wife laughed softly.
“I’ve longed to paint you naked.”
She stared at him for a long moment, her lips slightly parted, then a half-smile appeared. Prue once again rose on the tip of her toes, encircled her arms around his neck and fitted her lush mouth to his. Oscar groaned, holding her tightly to his body.
He had needed this. He slanted his mouth over hers, taking the kiss deeper and deeper in slow degrees. They kissed until Oscar trembled with the force of his desire. Lifting her into his arms, he walked with her over to the door, pressing her back against it.
She murmured something wordlessly against his lips.
“I am going to take you,” he said, giving her fair warning of his intention. “I promise I’ll do my damnedest to ensure it does not hurt again…or if it does, it will be the sweet kind.”
His wife laughed against his kiss. “A sweet kind of hurt. Does such a thing exist?”
“Yes.”
“Truly?”
“Oh, yes.”
She nibbled at his bottom lip. His countess was a damn fast learner. “I am intrigued,” she murmured.
He swiped his thumb over her gratifyingly pink and swollen lips. “Let me show you.”
She opened for him, spreading her legs wide apart. Oscar took her mouth again, and while pinning her to the door with his weight and the support of one hand, he tugged down the front of her gown and took her nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked at that pebble until she moaned and shivered in his arms. Reaching down, he undid the flaps to his trousers, so eager for her his bloody hand shook.
Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he was gratified to see the tip swollen and wet. His cock arched and strained upward, seeking her softness and heat. Gripping her lush buttocks in his palms and leaning her against the door more, he positioned her over his throbbing manhood. Oscar rubbed himself against her slit, groaning at the wetness he found. She damned well soaked him.Bloody hell. She wanted him with the same intensity. Something awakened inside of him, a pulsating knot of hunger and tenderness for this woman in his arms.
Dropping his forehead against hers, he peered into her eyes that were dark and heavy-lidded with desire. “Do not look away from me, Prue.”
She cupped his jaw with one hand while the other gripped onto his shoulders. “I like how you say my name. As if you are so desperate for me.”
“I am,” he groaned, kissing her while he inexorably pushed his cock deep inside her tight, clenching sex.
Chapter Ten
Prue gasped when her husband thrust deep inside her, filling and stretching her. There was no pain, only pressure, and bliss. Her head fell back against the door, and she gripped his shoulders, panting. This was what she’d always wanted. Pinned to the wall in her husband’s arms, and he bent on ravishment.Passion.
“Does it hurt?” he growled, holding himself still.
“I am not fainting,” she teased softly.
He kissed her, hard and furious, sending the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl. Breaking his mouth from hers, Oscar shifted, pulling his cock from her slowly, so she felt every bit of him as her muscles held onto him too tightly as if she never wanted to let him go.