Free 9781618859594HerDeviantLordPimentel by Layna Pimentel

not.”
    Bastian now
frowned, but the moment Matthew cooed, she watched the most beautiful smile
form on the earl’s face. Bastian’s eyes warmed, and the soft lines edging his
lips crinkled. The man had one of the most charming smiles that had ever been
bestowed upon the ladies of London. And
to think, I have charmed the very rake with his own son. This would be a
memory that would last lifetimes to come.
     
    * * * *
     
    Bastian stood at his chamber
door, lost in the vision before him. Cordelia sat on the edge of his bed,
brushing out her hair. Long, precise strokes smoothed out her cocoa-colored
locks. Soft waves fluttering past her shoulders, leaving parts of porcelain
skin exposed.
    The room’s temperature rose, yet the fire burned low. He loosened
his cravat, pulling it off and tucking it into his pocket. The sheer thought of
binding her tonight made his blood rush. His heart thundered in his ears, and
the urge to tear off his clothes was instinctual. Tonight, he would remind her of
the passion they had once shared. He would finally profess his love, and
intentions, and this time, he would never desert her.
    He approached slowly, hoping to avoid alarm, when she craned her
neck to spy him. “I was beginning to wonder when you would join me.”
    Bastian watched her lashes flicker in the candle light. The minx had
an unmistakable twinkle in her eye when she was plotting. “Tell me, my dear,
what is it that you wish to happen tonight? I can be a very accommodating man.”
    The bed sank as he sat behind her, only giving them an inch of space
apart. Bastian slid her nightgown off her shoulder and began kissing down her
neck. With his other hand, he moved to cup her breast.
    Cordelia moaned beneath his touch. “I have missed you, Bastian. Do
not keep me waiting. I need you to love me. Hurry…” her voice trailed off as he
changed his approach.
    “Stand up, love. I will give you what you need, and then we shall
discuss how the rest of the night will go.”
    Lust and love all rolled up into one, and his need to take her soon
was imminent. Bastian rose from the mattress and stood before her. She gazed
upon him, filled with arousal and desperate need. He loosened the ribbons from
her gown, and when they fell, her bodice opened up, exposing the beautiful,
full breasts she possessed.
    “They are quite becoming, my dear.” How he desperately wanted to
latch onto them, and begin to tease her, but the whole purpose of tonight was
to begin a new life. He slid his hands beneath the silk fabric, pulling away
the robe, allowing it to fall into a puddle of fabric at her feet. Bare as
Aphrodite the day she was born, Cordelia embodied all things sensual and
sexual.
    Without wasting another moment, he drew her into his arms, crushing
his lips to hers. Every swipe of his tongue revelled in her sweet, sweet taste.
Bastian lowered her onto the bed, stretching her arms above her before binding
her to the bedpost with his cravat.
    “It has been far too long, my love. Tonight is all for you. May we
never be separated again.”
    Straddling her, Bastian removed his shirt and loosened his breeches.
He dropped himself again, this time to tease her senses. Showering her with
kisses, leaving not patch of skin untouched. When his lips reached the contour
of her breasts, he greedily sucked on one nipple while his free hand rolled the
other. All of his life source seemed to have rushed to his cock. Then, her milk
let loose and he drank from her.
    Her hips bucked beneath him, as he sucked sharply. When he released
her breasts, he could smell her arousal.
    “To hell with it,” he muttered before releasing the confines of his
cock, and in one swift movement, he drove himself into her. Over and over
again, he thrust into Cordelia, who now wept from pleasure. She cried out his
name. How many times, he knew not. All he knew was that to be so fully embedded
in the woman he had lost and loved once again, heaven was the only name for the
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