Regency Rogues Omnibus (36 page)

“This is for you, sweetheart. All for you,” he murmured, as she looked at him with a question in her golden irises. “And you know that I will stop at any moment. No matter what we are doing, if you want me to stop?” She nodded slowly. “Then relax, sweetheart. I will enjoy this as much as you.”

A small secret smile graced Orelan’s lips as she looked up at him. The look in her gaze giving him her complete trust, and then she slowly closed her eyes. He was left with a sumptuous feminine feast before him that he intended to enjoy, until she cried her sweet pleasure for him. He slipped his finger beneath the sponge and whispered, “Spread your legs for me, Orelan.” He heard her breath catch as she slowly opened her thighs. “Wider,” he whispered as he touched the softly swollen slit of her pussy. The fertile warm flesh quivered as he slipped his finger deeper and her mouth opened in an arousing sigh. The warm water rolled with his fingers stroking movements as he brought his other hand forward to caress her inner thighs.

“Oh, Wyndham,” she gasped softly, raising her hips to him.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Show me what you like.”

“Oh
mm
,” she moaned, and her hands dropped over the sponge with his finger beneath. She pressed, burrowing his finger deeper, as her hips rolled and her inner thighs stretched. His fingers beneath the water traced the crease of her inner thigh following it to the slick opening of her vagina. She guided his finger faster over her clitoris as he smudged the accepting opening. “
Wyndham,
” she gasped.

Slowly, he entered her with one finger and her hips lifted, seating the width of his finger more firmly as she moaned her acceptance. “You are mine,” he rasped, bringing his thumb forward to play against her lower pussy, while he withdrew and thrust his finger inside her again.

“Yes,
Wyndham,” she cried. “Si, puma.
Oh
so much, puma.
So
hard.”

Christ.
“I want to lick your pussy,” he rasped.

Her eyes opened and he could see the fevered passion in their golden depths. He did not give her time to think, he simply grasped her wrists and urged her to stand before him. He lowered his head at the same moment rubbing his nose, his mouth, and his chin over her wet pubic curls, as he used his hands on her hips as a guide. Then, his tongue darted forward and he licked deeply.

“Wyndham!” she cried.

She grasped his head, with her legs becoming wobbly. He held her nearly swooning stance by the strength in his arms as his tongue nudged the lips of her pussy apart and the tip of his tongue found the bead of her clitoris. It was swollen and fat and he quickly shimmied his tongue rapidly over it. Orelan’s answering cry of passion was arousing as he caught the crook of her knee with his forearm and lifted. He lifted her leg, until her thigh was on his shoulder and he had superb access to her splayed pussy.

“Dios!” Orelan cried, unable to help herself from wriggling her sexual nub against Wyndham’s hot flicking tongue.
“Si,
Wyndham, si,” she cried.
“Oh, si!”
She could feel Wyndham’s bristly unshaven chin rasping against her inner thighs as she clutched the heavy strands of his yellow-blond hair. Her fingers brazenly pressed his face closer between her thighs as she rolled her sex against his surging tongue. “Si,
oh dios, si,
” she cried, and then she screamed ardently as he entered her strongly with his stiffened finger. He withdrew and thrust his finger inside her again, doing it repeatedly, as his tongue skittered faster and faster and the explosion of passion in her sex burst free.

“
Amore,
” she cried.
“Mio Amore!”

Chapter Eleven

Orelan woke slowly. She barely remembered Wyndham cradling her, drying her off gently, and then carrying her to the bed. He had given her such wonderful passion. So many beautiful and exciting moments to take the place of the other moments that she would make herself forget. Never again would she be afraid of Wyndham. He had stopped when she thought it not possible for a man to do so. He had been fiercely aroused, yet he had stopped himself and not taken any pleasure of his own when he realized that she was so foolishly afraid.

“Feeling better?” Wyndham murmured against her ear.

Orelan smiled and opened her eyes slowly. She could feel the length of Wyndham’s warm nakedness pressing against her breasts, belly, and upper thighs.
Mm,
he was so warm and strong, she thought, as she looked into his sleepy dark purple irises.

“Have we been sleeping?” she asked softly.

“Mm, for an hour, perhaps,” he murmured, and then he stretched with the muscle of his upper arm flexing impressively beneath her cheek. She wriggled her toes against the springy hair on his calves. “I wish we could stay like this forever, Wyndham,” she murmured.

“Naked in my arms?” he asked huskily.

“Yes, always,” she replied pertly.

“Is that a proposal, senorita?” he asked mildly.

Her eyes widened as she looked over his sleep-tumbled appearance gaging his seriousness. Then suddenly, because her heart would not allow her to do anything else, she took a fantastical leap. “Yes!” she blurted.

Just as abruptly as her exclamation, Wyndham came up over her, to lean on his elbow as he gazed down at her intently. His gaze was as searching as hers had been before, as he slowly but firmly said, “And I accept, sweetheart.”

Her eyelids flared wide again, as she whispered urgently. “You
do?
”

Wyndham’s arching lips nearly formed a smile, as he said, “I, Lord Wyndham Hawkenge take you, Orelan Becou, to
be
my wife.”

“Oh!” Orelan squealed, and then she was in Wyndham’s arms embracing him tightly.

“We must always remember, little love, that you asked me first,” he quipped.

“And you accepted,” she said, lifting her lips to his descending mouth. With their mouths connected, he scooped her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. An excited giggle erupted from her throat at the intense feeling of warm and hairy male muscle touching her from her naked breasts to her toes. But especially the long hard one, whose knobbed head was pressed into her belly button as the mound of her sex rode over his heated male sacs.

She was stretching to keep her lips seated over Wyndham’s soft through kisses, when he pulled her body up his body with his hands gripping her naked buttocks. She instantly remembered her desire to writhe naked over Wyndham’s nude masculinity, when she felt his strong body sliding against hers. The hair on his chest rasp her nipples and the tuft of hair on his lower belly tickled her stomach as the cradle of her hips settled between his hips. She ended with the lips of her sex spread over the searing head of Wyndham’s male organ. The burrowing friction tingled inside of her, making a steamy wetness in her sex.

“Make love to me, Orelan,” he murmured over her lips. “Anything you desire, spitfire,” he coaxed huskily.

“Mm mm,” she moaned at the heady invitation. She broke their kiss and lifted her head to look down into Wyndham’s black-rimmed sapphire irises.

“Anything you want,” he whispered again at her searching gaze.

Excitement flared in her breasts and trembled in her belly as she licked her lips slowly, and then said, “Put your arms above your head.”

The feel of Wyndham’s muscle flexing and drawing beneath her was arousing, as she gazed at his hairy armpit, and then further at the mounded tense slope of his upper arm. His chest rose in this position, to form a buttress of unyielding muscle beneath her softer breasts as his belly hollowed with stretched tendons on either side. The depression of his lean belly cradled her sex, which was saddled over the sizeable head of his pene.

They were wet together, they were hot together as she braced her hands on the raised shield of muscle across Wyndham’s chest. She pushed, lifting her upper body and both her eyelids flared with the sliding touch between them. She felt the unfurling of her sex over the head of his rigid organ. She moaned with the ends of her hair pooling over his chest and neck as she rocked the nub of her clitoris over the unyielding head of his shaft. He groaned and she did it again strongly, while hearing the slipperiness they made together.

“Oh
, Wyndham,” she murmured curling her fingernails into his chest. “Lick my breasts,” she ordered, feeling the strength of her words.

Wyndham rose upward to do her bidding, and she caught the back of his head with one hand to brace him. His hands closed around both of her breasts pulling them forward as his tongue began trading between each one to rasp over the points of her nipples.

“Yes,” she gasped.
“Oh,
yes, Wyndham.”

Orelan’s knees fell to either side of Wyndham’s hips, until she was kneeling and she pulled him to sit upright as she straddled his lap. His pene fell below her sex. So then while he made squeezing kneading hot and wet love to her breasts, she lowered her hand to grasp his long male organ into her hand. He moaned at this touch as he slathered her breasts erotically, and she cried, “Bite the nipples, puma. Bite them!
Ah,
” she wailed passionately as spikes of desire traveled like sparks from her nipples to her sex, each time Wyndham nipped her nipple points. Her hand stroke Wyndham’s shaft as she played its blunt head into her sex, willfully rubbing it over her throbbing clitoris.

“Christ
, spitfire,” Wyndham growled as his strong forearm caught the back of her waist and he pulled her closer to his nipping mouth.

“Si, Wyndham, si,” she cried as she lowered the wet head of his shaft to the opening of her wanting sex. “Fill me,” she hissed hotly into his ear. “Fill me, puma.”

Wyndham’s head came up as his hands fell to her buttocks, grabbing each cheek as he pulled her forward. “Look at me, Orelan,” he rasped harshly.

Their gazes collided as he thrust upward piercing her inner sheath with his hot thick mass as she screamed in passionate acceptance. “Yes,” he hissed, lifting her buttocks upward, and then dropping her again roughly over his stabbing shaft. Her wail was sharp and excited. Wyndham suddenly dropped backward on his elbows just as he jerked his hip upward thrusting inside her so strongly it lifted her upward.

She squealed her encouragement as he did it again, while she braced her hands on his sweaty chest, rolling her hips to each of his heavy thrusts. “God, Orelan,” Wyndham groaned in appreciation of this as he bounced her body more quickly with his thrusts. It was though she rode a powerful stallion and instead of rolling her hips, she began to swing them from front to back. Her pleasure over this was so intense that she cried out, scratching her fingernails down Wyndham’s chest. Wyndham was powerful and he used his strong body to buck her body on top of him with dizzying speed. Each rapid thrust seared deep inside her with a spearing hot pleasure that built to an explosive crescendo, making her scream. Her climax flashed over her as Wyndham stabbed his shaft upward rapidly and she rode him, barely hanging on as her sex convulsed along the length of his thickness.

“Orelan,” Wyndham groaned sharply with his hips lifting, followed by the jolting of her body. “Orelan!” Wyndham’s hips bucked again. “Orelan!” he bellowed and Orelan felt his hot seed filling her with the beating of massive throbs as Wyndham’s hips stilled, while they were arched upward. The thickness of him swelled inside of her, throbbed, then swelled again as Wyndham groaned harshly.

“Wyndham!” she gasped as she fell to his sweaty chest, while her body trembled in the aftermath.

Wyndham took long moments to catch his breath, and then he rolled Orelan beneath him as he leaned over her, brushing back strands of hair away from her damp face. Her body was languid and her eyes were closed as he dipped his head to place a soft kiss on her lips. Instantly her lips lifted into a smile beneath his mouth. “I love you,” he murmured, touching his tongue to the corner of her mouth.

Orelan’s eyelids popped open and she looked at him with warm happiness in her golden irises. “Wyndham,” she exclaimed softly. “And I love you too.”

“You fucking cunt!” Alexei’s voiced suddenly shouted from the foot of the bed. “You are a cunt!” Alexei yelled.

Wyndham held Orelan tightly as she gasped a stifled scream at Alexei’s sudden appearance.

“And you, Khrisinan, are a liar!” Alexei hissed, snapping the bed covers off the end of the bed. Wyndham muffled Orelan’s next scream in his shoulder as he heard Alexei order, “Guards! Take them to the dungeon! Now!”

Chapter Twelve

There had been a secret entrance to his bedroom suite. A dozen of them more likely. Wyndham gritted his teeth, he’d been a fool not to think of it. Of course his mind had been in the clouds, wrapped up in a beautiful intriguing woman. He’d even lost sight of the peepholes, places where anyone could have spied on Orelan and his conversations. They were in love, damn it! They were allowed their transgressions.

Wyndham grasped the iron bars in front of him, curling his fingers tightly around them. The fact that Alexei was jealous was his problem. Not Orelan’s. She should not have to pay for that, but he had lied to Alexei about his feelings for Orelan. Now, he was afraid that Orelan would pay the price and there might be little or nothing he could do about it. He looked over to the cell directly across from his in the circular stone dungeon. It was thirty feet from where he stood to the other side of the circle where Orelan’s cell was. Where she was being held a prisoner as naked as he was.