To Tame A Countess (Properly Spanked Book 2) by Annabel Joseph Page A

Her hair spread beneath him, over the pillow, and her legs opened wider to accommodate his thickness.
    “How does it feel now?” he asked.
    Her answering moan was the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. He caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingertips, thrilling at every abandoned reaction. How was he to survive this? How was he to survive
her
? What began as slow, controlled lovemaking quickly devolved into something baser and more intense. He dug his knees into the mattress and surged into her, driving deep and wreaking every last bit of sensation from his steady thrusts.
    It was not only him losing control. Josephine proved to be as uninhibited and sensitive as he’d hoped. Now that he was inside her, she urged him on, arching and grasping at him. He kissed her everywhere, feasting on her eager responses. He nipped at her earlobes and licked her neck, and tugged her nipples into his mouth, suckling until she cried out and squeezed around him again.
    “Yes,” he gasped. “Do what feels good. Surrender to your body’s needs.”
    “Oh, please, help me.” She held his shoulders and pressed against him, seeking a release she’d only just come to know. He postponed his own needs and worked with the signals of her body to give her the help for which she begged. She was almost there. He could tell by her trembling limbs and her gasping breaths.
    “Oh, my. It’s— It’s so close.”
    “I know.”
    “Don’t stop.”
    “Never. I won’t stop, kitten. Take whatever you need.”
    Her nails raked over his skin, and for a moment she held her breath. Then she let it out and gripped him harder, panting against his neck. The rhythmic pulses of her crisis undid the very last tethers of his control. He pounded into her the way he’d wished to from the beginning. She clung to him, so they were pressed together in shared rhapsody. He felt wrung out by the force of his release, so when the tremors finally left him, he collapsed atop her. Intermittent ripples of pleasure still teased along his cock.
    When he could think again, he smiled at her dazed expression and stroked his thumb across her cheek. “You see? It worked after all.”
    She gazed back very soberly, as if her world still didn’t make sense. It must be strange to go from dreading an act to enjoying it so thoroughly—more thoroughly than any typical English miss. “How courageous you were, even when it hurt,” he praised.
    “You were right. It didn’t hurt very long. It only felt a bit…astonishing.” She squeezed around his cock, so his thoughts went hazy and unfocused.
    “Dear Josephine. Be merciful, would you?” He eased from her before he was tempted to begin all over again. As much as he wanted to, he imagined she was tender.
    “Oh,” she sighed. “I feel empty now. How peculiar all of that was. I never knew…” Her voice trailed off, her cheeks reddening to a blush beneath his gaze.
    Yes, she hadn’t known a thing, but he hoped that would serve them well in this marriage. Her lack of knowledge had been matched by an equal lack of reservation once things were underway.
    “Was it as pleasing for you as it was for me?” she asked shyly.
    He wanted to eat her alive, devour her, chain her to his bed and never stop fucking her, although to say so might alarm her at this particular moment. “You pleased me immensely,” he said instead, kissing her brow and each of her eyes, and the tip of her nose. He nuzzled her cheek, breathing in her fresh, drowsy scent. “Will you have that dinner tray now?”
    “I think…” Her breath caught as he moved lower to nibble her jaw. “I think I would rather stay here…with you…a bit longer.”
    He smiled against the delicate velvet of her throat. Thus was heroism rewarded.
    “Just a moment, darling. Let me snuff the candles first.”

Chapter Seven: Wonderful
     
    Josephine floated in weightless and billowing pleasure. She arched her hips so he would touch her there, in that