The Baroness Misbehaves
Chapter 220: On The Candlelight Table (2)

Chapter 220: On The Candlelight Table (2)

{Mature Content}

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"Wait..h... hold on." Madeline broke the kiss with an intense gasp, already out of breath. She stared into his hungry Amber-brown eyes as her hands slid from his neck down to the ridges of his shoulder, her soft pants mixing the cool midnight air.

Presently, the sleeves of her dress were hanging limply against her arm, and her cleavages were displayed in full sight for the young lad to feast his burning gaze on, and something in them flashed.

The way he had his eyes on her, made Madeline’s cheeks turn rosy in half embarrassment, but it was occupied mostly with her unhidden shyness.

"S...stop staring at me like that." Her words came out in a staccato of breath, unable to conceal what his enticing gaze was doing to her right now. He looked ready to devour her every being, and Madeline couldn’t contain her bashfulness.

"How am I staring at you? Hmm?" He asked, taunting her a little bit with his low deepened voice that she loved so much. Her eyes shifted to meet him, and she firmly said.

"You look like you want to eat me, and I am not something you can munch down on." She said to him, only to earn a chuckle from the young man who couldn’t comprehend how naive his wife could possibly get, and that boldness was just too adorable.

"Are you sure about that? My sweet Maddie, shall we test it?" As if on cue, his lips moved down to her throat, trailing down her neck and leaving open-mouthed kisses on her skin.

"Ah!" A short cry of protest escaped her when he bit into her neck, but it wasn’t an action meant to draw out blood. She felt him lick that spot, nibbling and sucking till she could no longer take it, and when he pulled back, he had left a little red present for her.

"You were saying?"

"You did that on purpose."

"I haven’t even started." His hands grasped her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer to him. She gasped at the sudden closeness, and their faces were barely inches apart now.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle."

"B..but you weren’t the last time and the first time we did it." She reminded him accusingly, and of course he remembered those nights clearly.

He was no saint when it came to those types of things. Being under the military, there were times he needed to lose himself for a while, and those times, he had his moments with women, and it was only for a pleasurable course.

He would never see them after that night.

But after meeting this woman he had trapped at a table, he discovered there was a lot more meaning to the word of making love to a woman. He didn’t just want to make love to her, he wanted to mark her, he wanted to taint her in his own ways so no man would ever look in her direction, he wanted to teach her the dirty things a couple would do.

He wanted to be the only one to consume her mind and thoughts, fill every inch of her with his scent, so they know exactly who she belonged to.

She was his.

"What... What are you thinking?" Noticing how zoned out he had been, her voice brought his focus back to her, and something possessive gleamed in his eyes as he pushed her hair away from her face, taking it back.

"I was thinking..." he began, "of how I wish to wipe this innocence off your eyes." He kissed the corner of her lips. "Taint it so black...." His thumb parted her lips, "No one will ever doubt who claimed you."

Madeline could swear she felt strange tingles in her stomach, like the tingles of a butterfly’s wings flapping inside of her, and she forgot how to speak.

"Go ahead." She dared to say, "Taint me if you so wish." Her voice was soft, like a seductive tune that was meant to lure the beast out of him.

And it worked, cause before she knew it, his lips had found hers again. This time, it was undeniably rough, violent, passionate, and Madeline lifted her body to meet his, her tender skin warming up to him.

She could feel her toes curl in delight, aware of the sensation that hit her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. He ravaged her lips in ways he had never done before, tasting every corner with his hot tongue that elicited a soft moan from Madeline.

He pulled back so she could breathe, the rhythm of her chest rising and falling, and the sight of her creamy bosoms looking as though they wanted to spill from its entrapment only made his eyes grow intensely darker.

"I never planned to make that an option, you will be tainted, my Lovely Maddie." A devious smile cornered his lips, and he leaned his head down till his mouth found the swells of her bosoms, licking and tasting the smoothness, the softness, and he was tempted to rip her bodice off her body.

A pleasurable sigh escaped Madeline when she felt his mouth against her bosoms, his tongue tasting the curves like he was receiving the best sweet his mouth had ever tasted. With one of her hands steadying her against the table, the other reached for his hair, feeling its silky nature against her grip, and while she was distracted, he used the opportunity to slide his hand underneath her skirt, reaching for her lacy underwear and pulling it off her sexy legs.

Pulling back, he picked the rose from the table, leaving the blurry Madeline puzzled as something wicked flashed in those eyes of his. He plucked one petal from the rose and ran it across the tip of his tongue, as though he wanted to figure out something, when he looked at her, Madeline’s heart skipped many beats when his fine features darkened.

"Perfect."