Invitation to Ruin by Ann Vremont Read Free Book Online Page B

chin brush against the sensitive skin of my thighs as he shook
his head. I collapsed back against the mattress, waiting for him to
either answer or to kiss and lick the question away.
    “The only impediment to our marriage will be
your feelings for me…if you cannot promise that you will love me
and no other.”
    I sat up again, drawing his face to mine.
“Never think there can be such an impediment!”
    I kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his
mouth, tasting my own juices. I broke from him breathless and flung
myself back onto the bed, opening myself entirely to his desires.
“There will be no other, my love. Claim me now, thoroughly, until
you can name me wife!”
    He fell on me then, ravishing my body. His
mouth covered my breasts, sucking at them, kneading their fullness
as the head of his rod massaged my wet entrance. I brought my knees
up along his hips, urging him to enter, but he would have none of
my impatience. He flicked his tongue across my nipples, bringing
them to hard points while his fingers teased the moist interiors of
my sex. Licking his way down to my navel, he tongued the small hole
there, too. The sensation was maddening…the thrust of his fingers,
the tickle of his hair on my abdomen. Nearly crying for his rod, I
tucked my knees up to my chest.
    “Not until I have tasted your sweet nectar
properly,” he growled, his tongue moving lower as he added another
two fingers. All but his thumb was inside me. That he used to push
one of my lower lips to the side so that he could nibble at the
plumped bud of flesh. He took it firmly between his lips, rolling
it from side to side as he tongued at the small sheath and the
kernel of pleasure it hid.
    I threaded my hands through his hair once
again, cresting against his mouth. Ecstasy forced my eyes shut so
tightly I saw lights dancing across the inside of my eyelids.
    “Take me,” I urged, matching the thrust of
his fingers inside me. “Fill me with your manhood, my love!”
    My demands undid him and he was quickly
poised over my center, hesitating only a second before ramming his
shaft into me. I felt the swollen sacs below his member slap
against my bottom, battering that other hole. This was passion,
abandon, and I could not think of what I had done to deserve it…to
deserve him!
    His strokes lengthened even as his breathing
came more rapidly. Bracing himself against one of my thighs, he
reached between my legs with his other hand and rubbed the top of
my sex as his gyrating hips buried his shaft deeper inside me.
    “This pleasures you, Gabrielle?”
    “Pleasure pales, my love.” My words came too
fast. Gone was every pretense of being an elegant woman of rank.
“You take my breath away… my very soul would fly…could I not cling
to you.”
    “Marry me and I promise you there will always
be such pleasure.”
    “Yes,” I gasped, bright flames of climax
burning my flesh from the inside out.
    He slowed, almost withdrawing, and I
whimpered from the loss of his fullness. He drove hard into me once
and I jerked across the mattress in ecstasy. “Promise you will
accept no cock but this one, Gabrielle.”
    “Yes!” I cried out.
    His hand worked the flesh surround my sex and
I shuddered beneath him.
    “No hands but these.”
    “Only you, only you,” I groaned, my heart
nearly bursting from my chest, my hearing all but gone. “I promise
on my life that I will not love or accept another!”
    His body shuddered as I spoke, his climax
released into me to seal the vow I had made and proclaim me as his.
Collapsing against the bed, he rolled onto his back, bringing me
with him so that I was cradled against his chest, his rod still
pulsing inside me.
    He stroked my back, smoothed away the happy
tears that fell from my cheek onto his chest. After a few quiet
moments, we started to speak and, again, I marveled that I had won
this man as my future husband.
    “Did you think of me this week?” he asked,
withdrawing from me at last and rolling until we