Contents (50)
- My Lord
- The Rothvale Legacy II
- Raine Miller
- Contents
- MY LORD
- The Rothvale Legacy II
- Author’s Note
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Gabrielle
- Chapter 2
- GABRIELLE
- Chapter 3
- GABRIELLE
- Chapter 4
- IVAN
- Chapter 5
- IVAN
- Chapter 6
- IVAN
- Chapter 7
- IVAN
- Chapter 8
- GABRIELLE
- Chapter 9
- GABRIELLE
- Chapter 10
- IVAN
- Chapter 11
- IVAN
- Chapter 12
- GABRIELLE
- Chapter 13
- GABRIELLE
- Chapter 14
- IVAN
- Next Up: Heart & Arrow
- THE ROTHVALE LEGACY III
- Mr. Finnegan’s Irish Scones
- A Request
- Discussion Group
- For Priceless & My Lord
- Historical Rothvale Legacy
- The MUSE
- Blackstone Affair
- Connected Series
- Join my Newsletter
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Raine Miller
She was perfect in so many ways.
Simply perfect for me.
Chapter 11
IVAN
My tongue on her clit, and I had her coming against my mouth in about two minutes. Sexiest damn thing to witness her falling apart from the inside out, the way she clawed at the sheets with her hands, her hips raising off the bed, and her back arching as she climaxed. Utterly magnificent. As desperate as I was to be inside her, I wanted her to be ready to take me before I went there. Because I knew I couldn’t be gentle. Not tonight, after everything that’d happened. A hard, ruthless fuck is what was needed for the both of us to reset the clock. Her soft, nearly silent, shuddering sighs flipped my switch as she rode the wave of her orgasm—the one thing I demanded from her before she got my cock. Embracing it quietly with a strength of control that defied logic, Gabrielle never broke her composure. Even when things grew intense during sex, she held on to it. So strong willed as she submitted to me. I fucking loved it.
“I have a question I must ask you,” I said, crawling up her body, planking over hers.
“What is it?” Her eyes looked glassy, her tits shaking from the heaving breaths she drew in—simply gorgeous in her state of post-orgasmic bliss.
“Is my lady ready to be fucked by her lord?”
“Yes, my lord.”
The magic words. Again, something along the lines of fate was at work here. I don’t remember ever asking anyone to use the baronial address in the four years it’d been my right to use. Gabrielle was the one exception. Never expected or wanted to hear those words from anybody.
She was the only one I wanted to hear say it.
With her, the words were necessary. I needed to hear them because if she used them on me… then it made her… my lady.
And now I must show her.
“Good answer, kitten. You always answer correctly though, don’t you?” I roughly pushed her legs apart and fitted my aching cock right into place and buried myself all the way to my balls as deep as I could go.
“Ohhhhh,” she shuddered the cry as she took me inside, her eyes rolling back for an instant.
“I love this moment with you. Right when we start to fuck.” I pounded her hard, the tight squeeze of her cunt pulsing around my cock sending me reeling in a haze of sudden pleasure so powerful I didn’t know how long I’d be able to last at this pace. I wanted to last forever. “Remember what I told you the first time I fucked you?” I grated against her ear. “It was true then, and it’s still true now.”
“Yesssss.” She trembled through my hard drilling, her arms above her head, hands clasping desperately for leverage against the headboard. “I know—it—it is true—”
She was nearly sobbing as we worked ourselves into a fever together, totally merged in body and spirit. Gabrielle stayed with me the entire way. We fit together so perfectly there was pain mixed with the delirious pleasure. And also, the fear of knowing our connection was something impossible to live without now that I’d found her.