Free Hellion (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 7) by Jayne Fresina

quite savagely,
then lapping around it with only light dabs. He expertly knew how
to keep her hovering on the precipice. He legs trembled and her
sticky honey flowed for his clever, cruel tongue. She clenched her
buttocks, riding wave after wave, but holding back from going over
the edge.
    Just when she thought she would
explode, he leaned back and blew a soft breath over her wet cunt.
Helene wanted to howl. Now she lifted her other foot off the ground
and as he hitched closer to her, she let both her legs slide over
his shoulders.
    Salvador opened his mouth wide enough
to take her entire pussy in and then, with a fierce grunt that
vibrated through her body, he feasted on her, working his tongue
against her clitoris and then stabbing it inside while he sucked.
And sucked.
    His lips clamped hard on her hot,
quivering flesh and she could not breath. Did not want to. Ever
again.
    She came in a rush, her buttocks
pushed against the rim of the barrel in a way she knew would leave
her marked. She did not care. Her thighs squeezed around his face
and his sharp bristles scraped her skin.
    Again, she did not care.
    His tongue plundered roughly,
rapaciously.
    He forced her to another peak and
another climax before she had barely calmed from the first. And
then, against her rules, he grabbed her bottom, holding her there
with a strong, determined grip while his tongue slid down and began
to work its way into her anus.
    Helene was shocked. She knew he was a
beast, of course, but to put his tongue there? Good God! She
gripped the barrel on either side of her hips and felt her face
flush hot, but she could not stop him. He nuzzled her cunt and dug
his tongue in and out of her anus until she came yet again, biting
her tongue so hard she tasted blood.
    Finally he released her and she came
back to earth. With both feet. He stood, wiping his mouth and
grinning at her.
    Her wits and her stability regained
she slapped that grin off his face. "I did not give you permission
to put your tongue there."
    Hands on his hips, he glared down at
her, eyes fierce, almost black. "Mayhap I'll fuck the quarrelsome
attitude right out of you, wench. As your husband should have
done." He grabbed her around the waist, dragging her up against his
hard body. She felt his cock pushing through his breeches, forceful
and demanding. For a split second she considered letting him do
what he wanted, but then her common sense prevailed. If she gave
him everything now, she would have nothing left with which to
barter. The simple truth was that she didn't want their game to be
over yet. Not yet.
    So she writhed to get free and slapped
him again. His other cheek this time and even harder. "Don't think
I'm one of your usual hussies, d'Anzeray."
    Lips pressed in a firm line, he stared
down at her.
     
    * * * *
     
    Sal wanted to laugh. Even
with his cheeks stinging. One of his usual hussies? Didn't she know
that he would have fucked her by now if she was one of those women? Apparently
she had no idea how different she was.
    Helene de Leon was an anomaly in his
life, he realized. She was a woman he admired so much that he
hadn't fucked her. It was more than desire and lust. He even felt
respect for her, the way she had managed her property and survived
without a man at her side. It was never good, as his father would
say, to think too much of a woman, or to let her know how often one
thought of her, for then she would think to get the upper
hand.
    Now she'd gone and slapped him, and he
ought to punish her for that. No woman had ever dared raise a hand
to him in anger. He knew how he ought to handle this. He knew what
his father would advise.
    She stood before him with her cloak
still open, her body exposed for his hungry gaze.
    "What?" she whispered harshly. "Don't
you dare think of touching—"
    Sal bent his head to kiss her exposed
nipple. It was like velvet on his tongue, and he closed his eyes,
sucking gently. The heat of the evening drove her soft, sweet scent
of herbs and