Saved By A Siren: Spencers in Love Book One (17 page)

            Elise finally took him to the hilt and gasped.
Gilles groaned as he felt her bottom press against his sack. She rose again and
when she slid all the way down she rocked against him, moaning at the friction
against the sensitive nub of skin within her folds.

            Gilles shook his head in wonder.

            "That's it, keep doing that." He
groaned as he took her breast in one hand and greedily sucked the nipple. Elise
didn't raise up on her knees again, instead she just rocked against him,
letting the friction drive her mad.

            "Gilles! I can't take it any more. Please,
help me!" She clutched wildly at his shoulders.

            He laid back against the mattress and thrust
into her while holding her tight against him. He used his grip on her hips to
rock her against him so the base of his cock rubbed the tight knot of flesh.
Her head fell back and her body tensed just before she began to shake all over.
He felt her squeeze tight around him as her moaning got loader. Gilles was
about to pull her to him to cover her mouth with his when Elise gasped for breath
and shattered with a silent scream and her body convulsed around him. He was
immediately pulled into her release, she tightened almost painfully and milked
his climax from him. Gilles arched his back and a strangled yell tore from his
throat. His body spasmed as wave after wave of after shocks claimed him as his
seed pumped into her.
Now, he could die
, he thought.

            Elise's head fell forward but she was still
upright, swaying drunkenly. Gilles used what little strength he had to grab her
arm and pull her down on top of him. She collapsed in a boneless heap. He flung
his arms out and waited for the erratic rise and fall of his chest to subside.
He felt as if he'd run to London and back.

            Some time later, Gilles managed to open his
eyes. He gathered a handful of her hair and draped it across his face, inhaling
as he grinned. Once again, she had surprised and overwhelmed him with her
combination of boldness and innocence. He'd never taken a woman's maidenhead
before but he didn't imagine that many virgins took men into their mouths and
performed like courtesans before letting them. He supposed that it shouldn't
have surprised him that she'd be so attuned to where there bodies had joined
and capable of using her muscles and friction to heighten their pleasure. Elise
depended on feeling and touch in every aspect of her life. Why would sex be
different? Sex? Was that sex? If it was, then everything he'd done before had
been something else entirely. He'd never felt so sated, so complete.

            Gilles let his hands wander, molding them to her
curves and pressed his lips to her temple. His erection had subsided and lazily
slid from her, finally allowing him to relax. Her declaration floated back to
him. She'd agreed to be his wife and have his children. His heart began to
gallop and warmth began to spread within his chest again. What if they already
made a child? He pulled her tighter against him and she stirred. He soothed her
with his hands and she relaxed again. Gilles knew that it could take months, in
some cases years for a couple to create a child. He'd heard stories about women
being seduced and a baby resulting from one coupling but it was rare. He
realized that while he wanted to see her carrying his child, he wouldn't mind
them having time together, to enjoy each other before the realities of
pregnancy and babies became part of their relationship. Not that he'd go out of
his way to prevent a baby...

            Elise purred and stretched against him. She
crossed her arms and rested her chin on them, bringing her face level with his.
Her lips kissed and clung until she giggled.

            "Can people truly do that?" She asked
incredulously. "Is this truly allowed?"

            Gilles chuckled as her cradled her face.

            "I'm afraid that it isn't always like that.
And it isn't always allowed. We weren't supposed to have."

            Elise chewed her lip and thought for a moment.

            "But once we're married, it will be
allowed. Whenever we want?"

            Gilles felt himself hardening. He pulled her
higher so he could reach her neck with his lips.

            "Mmmm... Whenever, wherever,
however..." He murmured against her skin.

            She sighed and tilted her head so he could
explore her more thoroughly.

            "Wherever?" Her fingers ruffled his
hair and drew him against her. "But it won't always be as good?" She
wondered out loud.

            Gilles fisted his hands in her hair and pulled
her face back to his. He was now fully erect and throbbing.
When had he ever
recovered so quickly
?

            "Between us, it will always be. It's never
been as good, it's never been like that."

            Elise smiled, her eyes twinkling.

            "So if I had with someone else..."

            Gilles moved so swiftly, Elise shrieked. He took
her mouth greedily and rolled her on to her back, pinning her beneath him.

            "No. It wouldn't have been as good. Only I
can do this to you." He said as he dipped his head and flicked her nipple
with his tongue. His hands slid beneath her, forming around the globes of her
bottom. He tilted her up and his cock nudged at her entrance. Elise gasped and
spread for him. He growled as he pushed into her, seating himself fully in one
long thrust.

            "Ooooh, yessss!" She sighed as she
wrapped her legs around his hips.

            Gilles bit his lip and shook his head. This was
why he didn't think she was a virgin. Virgins didn't use their whole bodies
when they made love. They didn't scratch and bite and angle their hips so they
could take a man deeper. Her awareness of her own body and his added an element
to their lovemaking unlike anything he'd ever encountered.

            Gilles drove into Elise, reveling in the sounds
that escaped her throat and the various textures of her body. She was hot and
so wet where Gilles entered her, her hair was like warm silk as it brushed
against his arms and face, the skin of her neck and shoulders was smooth and
damp, her lips were soft and plump when he took them.

            Elise's breathless, throaty whimpers became more
frantic, more frequent. Her hands moved erratically over him. Clutching at his
hair one moment, pulling at his shoulders, scratching his back... She bucked
against Gilles as her head tossed from side to side. He knew she was close and
was desperate for him to change the angle of his thrusts or touch her most
sensitive spot. She wanted to be pushed over the edge into oblivion. Gilles was
relentless. He continued to drive into her, keeping a steady rhythm, thrusting
deep. He felt the urgency building within him as well but he refused to give in
and lose control. He kept to the rolling pace he'd set, careful to avoid
breaking it, not wanting to be reduced to frenzied, feverish abandon. This
time, Gilles savored every stroke into Elise's tight, lush body.

            Resting on his elbows, he looked down at her,
marveled at her creamy skin, her bouncing breasts and the slim thighs that
gripped his flanks. He maintained his even, deep thrusts and she sobbed his
name. He closed his eyes and continued his ride. He felt her shift and her
hands fall away from him. Gilles opened his eyes and saw her hands sliding up,
along the flat plane of her stomach. Elise's hands rose until they reached her
breasts. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she cupped her breasts.
Gilles' eyes grew wide and his breathing stopped but his hips kept thrusting.
He stared in shock as her hands squeezed her flesh and her fingers found her
nipples and pinched. She bucked against him and cried out.

            He cursed as his control went up in flames. He
took each of her hands in his and pinned them on either side of her face. His
mouth devoured hers and his body covered her. Gilles felt Elise's breasts
pressed against his chest, sure the hairs where abrading her nipples. No longer
setting a rhythm, his hips thrust and rolled urgently against her. He released
her hands and reached for the top of the mattress, gripped the edge and used it
to pull himself deeper, thrusting harder into her. Elise continued to cling to
him with her thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist. Gilles felt them begin
to tremble as she squeezed him tighter from within. Her breath came in quick,
shallow pants and her hair was plastered to her face. Her muscles began to
tighten and she stiffened in his harms. Elise moaned his name and her body
thrashed beneath him. Gilles saw stars as he felt his cock squeezed
mercilessly. He stroked into her two, three more times before his release
pulled him under. He shouted her name against her neck before the force of it
jerked his head back and he shuddered as he spilled himself deep within her.

            Elise's legs fell as she melted into the bed
beneath him. Gilles' brain told him he needed to get off of her before he
crushed her but his limbs were too heavy.

            "Are you alright? Do you need me to
move?" He mumbled, even his lips were exhausted.

            "Uh-uh..." She grunted and patted him
weakly on the shoulder.

            "Good. I can't." His eyes shut and he
savored the last traces of his climax in his limbs.

            Every now and then, Elise would hum softly and
Gilles could feel her smile against his skin. Deciding he'd probably overstayed
his welcome he lifted and rolled clumsily to the side and fell off of her. She
protested and reached for him. Gilles grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of
him. Sighing contentedly, Elise rubbed her cheek against his chest and giggled.

            "Hmm?" He stroked her hair.

            "That was..."

            He nodded.

            "I know." He flung an arm over his
eyes and tried not to recall too many details. He could feel the first
stirrings of arousal.
This is ridiculous
, he thought. Not even when he
was fifteen did he recover so fast. Unfortunately, his body was slower to
rebound.

            "How soon can we marry?" She mumbled
drowsily.

            Gilles felt his energy rushing back and he
smiled broadly. Apparently, she was satisfied with his performance and looked
forward to sharing his bed.

            "Not soon enough, My Lady." He was
hard and ready again.

            He pulled himself from beneath her stretched out
on his side. She grumbled into the mattress. Gilles thought she'd said
"Don't go." or "I know." He sent a single finger gliding
along her spine from her neck to her derrière, she flushed and goosebumps
spread across her skin. Her responsiveness caused his lust to flare. He rose
above her, his arms bracing her shoulders and his knees next to her thighs.
Gilles kissed the back of Elise's neck, between her shoulder blades, nibbled
her shoulders and licked her ear. She squirmed and lifted her head just barely
off the mattress.

            "You can't be serious."

            Gilles rubbed his cock against the cleft of her
bottom and she gasped.

            "Quite serious, darling."

            "Can't I rest just a little first?"
She grumbled as felt him sliding her knee towards her elbow.

            "I can't let you sleep here, love. You'll
have to go soon."

            "Soon? Then you should let me rest so I can
make it back."

            He lowered himself, resting on his forearms,
wrapping his hands around hers. He slid into her in one slow thrust and Elise
moaned drowsily.

            "You don't have to do a thing. Just lay
there and let me love you."

            Gilles rode her gently this time, whispering in
her ear as she reached the peak of a slower, longer climax. He followed
shortly. His release flowed from someplace deeper, taking longer to build and
felt more like an overflowing than an explosion. He'd felt like it had come
from the soles of his feet instead of his balls and the base of his cock.

            Knowing the dawn was close, Gilles didn't allow
himself much time to wallow in his satisfaction. He lifted himself from Elise
and searched for her gown. He slipped it over her head and carried her to her
bed. He used his hands to make her hair looked less like she'd spent the night
as a barn broom and kissed her gently. As he pulled the covers over her he
shook her shoulder.

            "Elise?"

            "Hmmm?" She was almost beyond his
reach.

            "Listen. Do you mind if we wait until
Lucien gets here to tell everyone? I'd like to make an announcement."

            She smiled and nodded.

            "Lovely... Lucien... Announcement... Do
that." Settling deeper into her pillow and pulling her blanket up to her
ears she sighed and drifted away.

            Gilles chuckled softly as he returned to his
room. When he was finally back in his own bed he wrapped himself in his
bedclothes and burrowed into his pillow. He breathed in deep. Everything
smelled like her. His last thought was that it was bliss.

Chapter 30

            Dawn came too early for Gilles. So did his
valet. The poor man made the mistake of attempting to draw the curtains.

            "Get out." Gilles' clipped command
caused the man to jump, dropping a polished pair of riding boots and a freshly
ironed cravat.

            "I'm sorry, my lord. You did say you wanted
to ride this morning."

            "Is her ladyship awake?" His voice was
flat.

            "I don't believe so. Her maid is not
attending her yet."

            "Leave. Wake me when her ladyship starts
getting ready."

            "Very well, my Lord." Gilles heard the
man gasp as he collected the items from the the floor.

            "What is it, Matheson?" His patience
was wearing thin. If the man didn't get out, he'd throw him out.

            "Perhaps I should see to your wound, my lord?"

            Gilles cracked open an eye and looked at his
valet. His face was twisted in pity and concern. Rising on his elbow, he looked
down the bed to inspect himself. His eye rested on a streak of blood smeared on
the sheet and a corresponding stain across his lower stomach. Miraculously,
Matheson was under the impression that Gilles had injured himself during the
night.

            Gilles waved him off and retreated into the
bedclothes.

            "I'm fine, Matheson. Go have an extra cup
of coffee and read the paper."

            "The paper, my lord?" He squeaked.
Matheson hated being idle or deviating from a schedule.

            "Write a book or bake a cake. Do whatever
you please, just let me sleep."

            With that, the door closed softly.

            Gilles couldn't resist inspecting the bed more
thoroughly. He grimaced, there was a lot of blood. It looked like they had done
their best to get it everywhere. What had he been thinking? Taking her three
times was excessive. And he'd ridden her hard the second time. He scowled at
his stirring cock. Recalling the events of the evening had roused it.

            A terrible thought occurred to Gilles. What if
Elise wasn't up and about because he'd injured her or she was too sore? Guilt
caused his stomach to clench. It would serve him right if she barred him from
her bed. Any thoughts of sleeping longer had passed. Gilles wouldn't be able to
relax until he knew she was alright. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed
and rose. He stared at the bed, his hands on his hips as he considered how to
solidify his cover story.

            Looking about the room he spied the small metal
soldier on the mantel. Gilles smiled. Matheson would swallow it whole. Not the
soldier. But the story would be perfectly sentimental. The old man had been
part of Spencer staff for almost twenty five years. He knew that both sons had
received silver soldier figurines from their father as small boys. Both sons
kept them to remember that their father was always with them, protecting them
in spirit. Gilles tossed the soldier in his hand then pressed it to his lips.
His tiny silver sentry would rescue him this morning.

            "Thank you, father." He whispered as
he walked to the bed and placed it close to his pillows. Gilles went to the
basin and selected his shaving blade, he nicked himself just above the stain on
his abdomen and wiped the blade against his leg to make sure it was clean and
replaced it.

            Surveying the scene, Gilles was pleased.
Matheson and the maid that changed his sheets would think he'd taken the
soldier to bed in hopes that it might help him sleep better. Sometime during
the night, Gilles had tossed and turned during a nightmare and cut himself.
With all his thrashing and carrying on, he'd tracked blood all over the bed.

            After tugging the bell pull, Gilles shrugged
into his robe and sat in one of the arm chairs by the fireplace. He stared at
the connecting door until Matheson entered carrying salve and bandages. Gilles
watched his little drama unfold. The valet greeted him and looked over at the
bed. His face fell as he saw the mess and the little soldier. He turned to
Gilles, his eyes full of concern. Gilles felt a stab of guilt but he reasoned
it was better than Matheson resigning because his master had deflowered a virgin
under the same roof as his mother and sister. The valet approached him.

            "Would you allow me to inspect your wound,
my lord?" He asked gently.

            "It's nothing but I would like a
bath." Standing, he allowed Matheson to open his robe enough to inspect
his stomach. "I don't think it would have bled a lot if I hadn't moved
around so much."

            Matheson nodded and left to arrange a bath.
Gilles head snapped towards the connecting door. What if Elise had blood on her
as well? How did he he forget to check? Could he warn her? What could she do
before Anna would see it? Raking his hands through his hair, Gilles accepted
that there was nothing he could do. His valet would return along with servants
with a tub, water and fresh bed linens. He'd have to count on Anna being
discreet if she saw anything.