But he’d meant what he’d told Esme, he would not let her face death alone. If they couldn’t break the curse, he’d die by her side.
There was a quiet knock on his door and then it opened. Esme slipped inside, then closed it behind her. She gave him a shy smile, biting down on her lip. Her crossed the room to her and then in one swift movement he’d removed her dressing gown and pulled her nightgown off her body and tossed it in a pile on the floor. He took a step back to see her, admire her body. If he was under some ancient curse, he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
Her pouty breasts were perfectly shaped with rosy nipples that budded for his pleasure. His eyes followed down her torso past her waist to her curvaceous hips. He didn’t let his gaze dip any further, not yet.
With one hand he twirled her around so that her backside faced him. “I know I’ve told you before, but I need to say it again. You have a delicious bottom,” he said.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled an equally delicious grin. “I’m glad you like it.”
He ran his hands over the rounded flesh. “I very much do.” While his hands continued to fondle her generous bottom, he nibbled at her neck. Looking up, he realized they stood directly in front of his dressing mirror. Esme’s head leaned back against his chest and her eyes were closed in an expression of delight.
He pulled his hand back, then swatted her bottom. Her eyes flew open and he waited for her reaction. He hadn’t spanked her hard, just enough to get her attention. She didn’t cry out in pain, instead a sexy smile slid into place that had him itching to take her right now.
His eyes took in the full length of her and he was certain in that moment there had never lived a more beautiful woman than Esme Worthington. She was perfect in every way.
He swatted her bottom again and she cried out this time, but with pleasure.
Now. He wanted her now. He kissed and suckled her neck while he removed his trousers and shirt until he too stood nude before the mirror. The contrast in their skin was mesmerizing. Hers so creamy white compared to his darkened skin covered in dark hair.
“I want to try something new,” he whispered. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
He led her to the bed, allowing his hands to continue to play all over her body eliciting moans from her.
“Fielding, I want you so badly.”
“I want you too, sweet.”
He reached around her body and parted between her pubic hair and found her slick with want. He closed his eyes to try to reign in his own desire so that he could last for her, have time to pleasure her.
Running both hands from her bottom to her neck, he bent her over so that she leaned against the bed.
“A perfect bottom,” he swatted it again, then trailed his fingers gently across it. His finger found her wetness and the tiny nub and he moved against it.
She parted her legs further opening herself to him. “Yes, Fielding, yes!”
He unfastened his trousers, removed his cock from his drawers and gave it a tight tug. He groaned in response.
He positioned himself at her opening, then holding on to her hips, he pushed himself into her. She was slick for him and entering her from behind brought him into her so much deeper than before.
“Oh God, Esme,” he panted.
Her pale body bent over the bed for him in this way, he could grab onto her and watch her arse while he plunged into her.
Faster and harder he pushed until he heard Esme yell his name then saw her clench the sheets while her body shook with her release. It only took one more thrust before he spilled his seed. He leaned against her back for a moment listening to her heavy breathing and quiet moans. Part of him believed this very well might be a curse as he’d never felt desire this intense with any other woman.
After he withdrew from her, he helped her onto the bed and crawled in beside her.
“I never knew it could be done such a way,” she said.
He traced his finger along her collarbone.
“Did you like it?”
“I did. It makes me feel very wicked though,” she said with a mocked frown.
“You are always safe to be wicked with me.”