Antonia shifted on her knees and wished she’d taken the time to strip off her gown. She wanted to be naked before Gawain. But it was too late now.
She tried to regulate her erratic breath but it was impossible. Her fingers twitched around his organ as she carefully eased his thick length toward her.
His groan shuddered along his body. “I swear on all the gods of my forefathers, Antonia. I won’t break.”
She’d held him before. Had avidly studied this part of his body before, much to his amusement. But this time there was added tension in the heavy air. He knew, of course he must know, that today she intended to do so much more than merely look.
“I know.” Had she spoken aloud or was her whisper only inside her mind? She didn’t know. Didn’t care. Her pulses raced, heart thundered. There was no moment in time but this. And this moment would last her for all time.
She opened her mouth. And fastened her lips around the head of his erection.
His strangled moan and the way his fingers tangled her hair heightened the desire that throbbed between her thighs. The tip of her tongue skimmed across his flesh. He was so hot. An elusive saltiness, the essence of Gawain, teased her senses and instinctively her hand tightened around him.
She liked his taste. The revelation flooded her mind, along with a faint sensation of shock. Again, she slid her tongue over the head of his cock, this time lingering. Savoring.
He tasted of wild, untamed man. He tasted of her man.
His thighs tensed, enslaving her more securely. But she had no desire to move. Her nails dug into his hip as she lowered her head a little more. He slid farther inside, filling her mouth, but no terrifying urge to gag overwhelmed her.
For a moment she stilled. His hard length compressed her tongue and burned the roof of her mouth. Only her fist around his shaft prevented her lips from sliding farther along his cock.
Her pussy clenched and liquid heat trickled between her thighs. She wanted him there, stroking her clit, filling her aching cleft. But she couldn’t move. Didn’t, in truth, want to move. Because, in spite of the need thudding through her, another need hammered with insistent demand.
The need to take him, as he had so often taken her, using only her mouth.
Slowly she pulled up, her lips clinging to his rigid flesh. For a moment he resisted, his hands on her head rendering her immobile, but then the pressure eased. And only the feel of his fingers in her hair remained.
“This feels so good.” His voice was hoarse. Feminine power surged from her core, flooding her body. She sucked him deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with effort. His choked curse and savage grip on her hair sent thrills cascading through her.
Was it her imagination or did his hands shake?
“You’re killing me.” With obvious effort, she felt his fingers release their deadly grip. But she wanted him to grip her hair, hold her still. She wanted everything, now, that she had always feared before.
She growled in the back of her throat and slid her hand down his shaft to his root. With her other hand she cupped his heavy balls. And squeezed.
Gawain’s big body jerked at her touch. His hands clamped against her head, holding her still. Her heart hammered high in her breast, her breath came shallow and ragged. His male scent cocooned her as she knelt before him, her face buried between his thighs.
He flexed his hips and pushed his cock farther into her wet mouth. Her pussy spasmed, her fingers tightened. It was hard to breathe.
She never wanted him to stop.
He rocked into her mouth, the drag and push of his shaft over her tongue and teeth insanely arousing. Beyond the erratic thud of her heart, she could hear the harsh, uneven sound of his breathing. Could feel his balls harden with impending climax.
Could feel the possessive clamp of his hands around her head. Holding her immobile for his ruthless penetration. Immobilizing her for his oral pleasure.
A desperate moan razed her throat and shuddered around his thrusting cock. Slick heat tormented her sensitized cleft. She massaged his root, palmed his balls. How she would love to see his face when he finally spilled his seed.
With a guttural curse, he released her head. Shock spun through her. Even now he gave her the choice. She sucked hard, her fingers gripping his root with relentless, single-minded purpose. Blindly she sought his hand, her fingers reaching for him above her head.
He threaded his fingers through hers. She pulled him roughly back to her head, pressing him against her tangled hair. His cock jerked in her mouth, thrilling her. He knew what she wanted.
Once again, his hands cradled her, his fingers biting into her head. She dug her nails into his rigid thigh as he hammered into her mouth. Fast. Hard. The way she wanted it.
She felt his muscles lock beneath her. His entire body vibrated with leashed need. His roar of release thundered through the room, shattered through her mind. And then he came, violent spasms, his hot come filling her mouth.
She swallowed. And swallowed again. Goddess, it felt so good. Greedily she sucked on his pulsing cock, milking him, wanting everything he had.
“Fuck. Antonia.” His voice was uneven. He continued to thrust inside her, as if he never wanted this moment to end. “My sweet Antonia.”
His endearment wrapped around her heart. She closed her eyes and savored his taste, the feel of him in her mouth, the scent of their lovemaking in the air. She wanted to hold him like this forever.
After countless heartbeats, the unyielding grip on her head relaxed and his hands slid to her shoulders. Then he gently pushed her from his still hard erection.
But she didn’t want to let him go. Not yet.
He gave a ragged laugh at her reluctance and wrapped one arm around her shoulders. He cradled her face with his other hand, and his thumb tenderly caressed the corner of her mouth.
“You have developed new appetites, my lady.” He sounded well pleased by the notion. Before she could respond, his mouth captured hers, his tongue sliding between her parted lips.
It was a tender kiss, yet a kiss that claimed and conquered and proved that, for all time, she was his.
Only when he pulled back did she realize she’d wound her arms around his neck and plunged her fingers through his hair. She was still on her knees and she resisted when he tried to lift her to her feet.
“Antonia.” He breathed her name against her ear and shivers of need cascaded along her sensitized flesh. Instead of trying to pull her to her feet again, he began to tug on her gown. She rocked from knee to knee, allowing him to painstakingly drag her gown along her legs until the material no longer hampered his access.
He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, the tips of his fingers causing havoc to her senses. She squirmed helplessly. This wasn’t what she had planned, but she couldn’t resist his insistent touch.
When he cupped her sex, she ground against him, unable to stop herself. Not wanting to stop herself. Their gazes locked and she clung onto his hair and drowned in the lust and amusement and love she saw glinting in his dark eyes.
His thumb brushed her swollen clit and she bucked her hips with mindless need. He pressed against the sensitive nub. Her juices flooded her channel and she contracted around his probing fingers.
“My beautiful Roman noblewoman.” Gawain’s voice was husky and she gripped his hair, her only lifeline. “Come for me, sweet Antonia.”
“Gawain.” She didn’t recognize her voice. She sounded parched, desperate. Lust coiled between her thighs, fiery, untamed. Wild need thundered through her blood and tightened her nipples. Her pussy convulsed, back arched. But still she clung onto his hair. Still she gazed into his dark eyes. And her body and soul came for him, her only love.