"Not in the least. For I lost the heart to give long ago."
"You loved someone once?" She paused near my elbow to cock her head up at me.
I lifted one finger pointedly. "One woman."
"And what happened to her?"
"Sometimes as time passes, one gets sick. Sometimes that sickness overpowers the will to live."
"She died." Beautiful supplied.
"And I suppose you predictably vowed never to give another?"
"Don't have it to give." I shrugged.
"Such a deep man." She whispered. Rounding to stand before me. "I like my men that way."
The implication was not lost on me.
"We'll see about that." She said huskily. Stepping back from me. Meeting my gaze levelly. She slipped one shoulder of her dress down to her elbow.
Letting the fabric slowly trail over that ample breast before hooking momentarily on the nubbed brown nipple. Before slipping over it to droop in a small arc beneath it.
Making me why don't put my lips around that nipple and suck her flesh into my mouth. Expecting the rest of her would taste every bit as sweet as her honeyed mouth.
"More." I whispered. Admiring the way her supple skin glowed gold in the dim light. Nearly luminescing on its own.
She smiled as if she liked me giving her the order. Rolling her other shoulder until the narrow sleeve fell to accompany the other. Exposing the inviting plane of her stomach. I noticed vaguely that I couldn't see her navel.
Or she doesn't have one. I dismissed the thought. Realizing it was likely so small it couldn't mar the perfection of her inviting flesh.
Then her hips caught the fabric at the breadth of them.
She turned so her back was to me and lifted her arms to tug the pins from her hair until the riot of rich brown curls spilled over her shoulders and down her narrow back. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the folded dress and began to wiggle the filmy fabric down over the plump flesh.
Until it drooped under the swell of her plump buttocks and skid down her thighs to pool around her ankles.
Exposing every inch of that delectable body to my feasting eyes.
I want it all.
She walked to the back of the settee and folded over it. Putting her hands to the cushions below. Letting those full breasts dangle from her body.
I found myself moaning in pleasure at the sight of her.
And I'd been right. She's no shrinking violet.
"Behind me." She whispered.
I obediently rounded her to get there. Slowly taking in the view of her ample flesh and her tempting crevice, already slick with her fluids.
"You could slip right in and fill me with that cock…" She whispered so brazenly that it took me a moment to process what she'd said.
She slid her ankles apart until all of her was open to my view. Even the tiny, puckered hole just above her woman's entrance looked incredibly lovely. Perfectly formed to my eyes.
I was highly tempted to sink into her there. She seemed so amenable and willing, I doubted she'd object.
"Get out of those dreadful clothes." She whispered. Wiggling that beckoning ass at me.
I quickly tugged my cravat free and tossed off my shirt before stepping from my pants. Barely hesitating before brutally slamming into her. Driven by a need to feel her walls biting around me.
She gasped in surprise, her back stiffening in slight pain but she quickly generated that sound I'd so been hoping for. "Take me, My Lord."
I was more than willing to do as she asked. Driving into her. Pummeling her backside so those cheeks turned rosy. Lurching up and then rolling back toward my thighs. Making sensual ripples of her flesh. I caught her hips and worked into her. Thrusting hard and angling my pelvis upward so I could penetrate her more deeply.
I want more of those sounds.
She gave a pleasured little whimper. "You're so deep. I can feel every inch of you. Take my body like you own it, My Lord."
And I ravished her. Taking her more forcefully than I had any woman.
She moaned in pleasure. Her large breasts swinging forward than back against her belly. I caught one. Wanting to feel their soft weight I leaned across her back to cup one. Catching the nipples between my fingers and pinching it there while I let the flesh swing against my palm while I drove into her.
She felt like Heaven. I'd never been inside a woman that wanted the violence as badly as she did. It was highly erotic. I was blinded with lust.