job complete after one leg was out of the scrap and he stood up again. Pressing back against her body for a deeply penetrating kiss, Lavinia could feel his hands move between them to free himself from his trousers with the motions of his hands pressing against her intimate spaces as well.
Without breaking the kiss, Thearon bunched the coral lace up between them and lifted one of her legs back up over his hip. It was the exact position they’d been in when last interrupted. Lavinia was fairly certain that if someone burst into the room at this very moment, Thearon would plunge ahead anyway, their lust was beyond being reigned in.
In one smooth motion, Thearon thrust into her and Lavinia gasped at the feeling of fullness. He was a large man and had barely fit when Parker had paved the way for him by easing herself r open. The sudden stretch had her feeling like she was filled to the brim. With Thearon, there was no time for gentleness. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. Moving a hand in between their bodies he found the spot that was sure to shatter her in minutes.
Slow circles pushed her higher and higher until she was straining against him, using the wall for leverage for release. Meeting Thearon thrust for thrust, they slammed into one another till Lavinia came on a scream. Thearon caught the sound in a kiss that might have muted some of the fallout and the taste of her pleasure sent him following her over the edge.
Holding her in place, Thearon rested his forehead against the wall and caught his breath. Lavinia too let her head fall back and waited for her world to right itself. That had to be the most amazing sex two people had ever had. She turned her head slightly and nuzzled his neck, bringing her mouth into contact with his ear.
“What are you thinking?”
“That scream probably did a good job of reassuring any Werebeast sent to spy on us, that we were really here for a romantic interlude. I think that solidified our cover quite well.”
Lavinia’s head snapped away from Thearon’s at his businesslike tone as she pulled away from him. When Lavinia was back on the floor with her dress in place, she turned and gave the man a good slap.
“Don’t you ever use me for sex unless your goal is our shared pleasure. How dare you use me and my emotions for cover. You are an asshole.”
With that, Lavinia spun on one heel and left the party. Thearon was left alone in a room with his pants around his ankles, literally. Gods, he was screwed again.
*
Lavinia was sitting in the library trying her best to hide from Thearon. She had no desire to see that man for at least a week, maybe even a month, at which point, she would be open to reconciliation. Not that he would be very good at that process either. The more she thought about it, Lavinia decided she also needed Thearon to get therapy of some kind. The multiple personality syndrome or bipolarity or potential sociopathic tendencies were an issue. Lavinia didn’t know what was behind it all but she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it anymore.
This evening she was curled up in one of the library’s armchairs, flipping through fashion magazines. Now that she was officially married and had the freedom to access whatever information she wanted, Lavinia was trying to work her way through every style magazine available. Her bank account was beginning to reflect the new obsession, too.
Dog-earing a page with a cute pencil skirt, Lavinia tried to push thoughts of Thearon out of her mind. She spent a solid half hour debating the idea of color blocking vs prints for spring when a knock at the library’s door had her looking up with trepidation. Had he found her? The man at the door held a whiskey glass and a soft smile. Seeing Parker at the door made Lavinia feel guilty. In her desire to avoid one husband, she had accidentally ignored the other as well.
“Hey,” Lavinia said brightly, swinging her feet to the floor.
“Hey yourself, my Queen.” Parker