Marked by the Marquess by Alyson Chase

Author:Alyson Chase
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2019-03-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

She snapped at him. Out and out bared her teeth and snapped. A small part of Winnifred worried at her willfulness, but she had no more damns to give.

Sin lowered his body over hers, holding her writhing form pinned beneath him.

She bucked harder, knowing she could push and claw all she wanted and it wouldn’t matter. She could slice through all the strings that tied her to respectability, strangling her, because Sin would be there to hold her together when she let it all go.

She wedged her leg out from his body and hooked it up around his hip. His hard length pressed against her belly, and heat radiated through her chest. She’d done that to him. She wasn’t alone in her need.

Sin pressed his hand to her throat before sliding it down to her chest. He tore away her lace fichu, eyes flaring as he eyed the tops of her heaving bosom. He released her hand and gripped her bodice. Shoulders flexing, he pulled it down, fabric ripping as the seams at her sleeves split, her stays and shift rending. Cool air met her puckered nipples a moment before his mouth descended.

He scored his teeth along the side of her breast, bit into the soft underside before licking the sting away. He ground his hips into the vee of her thighs, spiking her temperature, making her toes curl.

She shoved her hands under his coat, dug her fingernails into his shirt, pulling him into her. He was delightfully heavy against her, solid in a way she’d never known. Tough enough to take any of her assaults. Rough enough to break down her barriers. Sin touched her as though her body were merely an extension of his own.

His bristled jaw rubbed her delicate skin raw. He sucked her nipple into her mouth, drawing so hard she arched her back. The nip of pain made her skin feel alive, put an end to any thought in her brain until all it measured was sensation.

She shoved at the lapels of his jacket, shoving it down his shoulders.

He reared up and threw it off.

She yanked his cravat, earning a growl as she garroted him.

He beat her to his shirt, reaching behind his head and tearing if off in one go.

The sweat on his skin glistened. A damp thatch of hair, a darker auburn than his head, dusted his chest. She traced the tantalizing trail arrowing down his stomach until she hooked her finger into the waist of his trousers.

He was beautiful, her beast. Beautiful, and wild, and hers, no matter his regard. She might not be handsome or witty enough to have earned a marriage proposal from him without being caught in a compromising situation, but the end result was the same. He was her husband. She was his wife. And she wouldn’t let him forget it.

Using his pants as leverage, she pulled herself up to suck at his throat, his collarbone. She licked the beads of sweat from his shoulders, loving the earthy taste of him.

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