Saved By A Siren: Spencers in Love Book One (22 page)

            "Gilles, please!" Elise moaned quite
loudly as she reached for him.

            He sent his free hand sliding up her stomach
until he found her breast and filled his palm. He flattened his hand and let it
glide back and forth across her nipple until it puckered and pebbled. Elise
whimpered and bucked against his mouth. Gilles pinched the nipple and her back
arched.

            "Yessss!" She sighed. He could feel
the tension building with her and knew she was already close. Gilles pulled his
fingers from within her and rubbed them along his aching length, savoring the
feel of her hot juices against his sensitive skin as he lapped at her quivering
flesh. He began stroking himself slowly, enjoying the exquisite torture as his
body demanded something tighter and faster. Gilles pulled away from her and
released himself. Grabbing Elise's hips, he flipped her over. She was almost
delirious and gasped as she clawed for purchase among the rumpled quilts and
sheets. Gilles set his lips to her again, gently nibbling her sensitive flesh.
Elise sobbed his name a balled her fists in the fabric next to her face. He
lapped at her and dipped his tongue into her, probing as his thumb stroked the
delicate pearl of flesh within her folds. Gilles let his tongue quest higher,
into the cleft of her bottom. He parted her with his hands and licked upwards
until he found the puckered bud and flicked it with his tongue. Elise hauled in
a desperate breath and shrieked.  

            Unable to wait any longer, Gilles stood and
positioned himself at the hot, dripping center of her and slid in until he was
fully seated forcing the breath from Elise. She sighed and clenched tight
around his cock. He let his head fall back as he began thrusting in and out of
her, his strokes slow and deep, causing her to gasp every time she took him to
the hilt. Gilles gripped her hips tightly and pulled her against him every time
he thrust in. Her body bounced against the mattress and more of her hair came
loose and danced about her shoulders.

            Gilles lifted her knees, one at a time, and
positioned them so that Elise's feet were level with her bottom, raising her
and allowing him to enter her deeper. She threw her head back and screamed.
Gilles felt her body tighten and begin to tremble, he knew she was nearly
there. He slipped his hand between them and found the tiny knot just above his
cock as he pounded into her. Gilles rubbed it in a circular motion and Elise
lost her mind. She tore at the bedding and gasped for air, her body writhing
beneath him, he felt her hold her breath and she shattered. She yelled his name
and sobbed as he continued to ride her, gritting his teeth as the force of her
release squeezed his cock, threatening to take him with her. Determined to keep
going, Gilles rode on as her tremors weakened and she relaxed beneath him. He
lifted her and moved her to the middle of the bed so that he could rise on his
knees behind her. He continued thrusting into her sated body, glorying in the
slick heat and sight of her beneath him.

            Gilles could feel the tension coiling within
him, his balls began tightening and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He
pulled Elise up and against him, burying his head in her hair and filling his
hands with her breasts as he continued rolling his hips into her. She whimpered
and reached behind and clasped his head.

            "That's it, darling. I want you to come for
me again before I fill you." His voice hoarse with desire. He let his lips
find her shoulder under her hair and he bit gently. Elise gasped and he felt
her hands slide alongside his flanks, her nails digging into him. Gilles let
his hands fall from her breasts to her stomach. One arm circled her waist as
the other slid between her legs and found the sensitive nub. It only took a few
strokes before she screamed and flew apart. This time he gave in when Elise's
muscles gripped him, milking him mercilessly, the pressure exquisite and almost
painful. Gilles yelled her name over and over as he spilled himself, stream
after stream of his seed pumping deep within her. He waited until the spasms
subsided before falling sideways towards the pillows, taking Elise with him.

            Gilles pulled her into his arms and sighed
contentedly into her hair. He assessed what had just occurred and laughed.

            "What?" Elise asked, pulling from him
slightly. Her hands found his face, seeking his smiling lips. Gilles kissed her
fingertips.

            "At the risk of upsetting you again, there
is no way any man could believe you were an innocent just days ago. If I hadn't
felt and seen the proof, I would doubt it myself." He'd said the words
against her fingers. He took her hands and kissed her palms before rising from
the bed.

            "I'm sorry... Would you prefer if I were
less forward?" Elise's voice was unsteady. She thought he was complaining?

            "God, no!" Gilles released a cork from
the bottle of champagne. Elise jumped and then smiled. She sat up, tucking her
knees under her. Gilles' eyes widened and he froze. In that posture, her
shoulders were back and her breasts thrust forward. She truly had no idea.
Women spent years perfecting the gestures and poses Elise naturally adopted.
Gilles poured two glasses and returned to the bed. He placed a glass in her
hand and then pulled her against him. Her, on her knees on the bed and he,
standing. Gilles touched his glass against Elise's.

            "My wife." He whispered and raised his
glass.

            "My husband." She returned and sipped from
hers.

            "I have to know, Elise. Very little about
you suggested you were still a virgin, yet you were. How is that?" He let
his fingers glide through her hair, freeing pins as he went.

            Elise sighed, causing him to tighten
reflexively.

            "I'm not sure what I did to give you the
impression. I will tell you this: you have a very efficient and devoted
household, my lord, but it is hardly a convent. I think even you would be
shocked at some of the things I've heard whispered about among the maids,
stable hands and gardeners. Everyone assumes they're safe if they're
whispering. I've received quite the education over the years." Elise
sipped her champagne and licked her lips.

            Gilles was spellbound. He kissed her shoulder.

            Elise sighed and feathered her fingers through
his hair.

            "I've had years of listening and imagining.
I may not have been with a man before you, but I did think about what it would
be like." She licked her lips again and Gilles stopped breathing.
"Sometimes, I would touch myself as a man might touch me..."

            Gilles groaned and his lips crashed against
hers. His tongue slid along hers and he used his free hand to grab her behind
and pull her against him. His cock was hard again and pulsed between them.
Gilles pulled away.

            "You have none of the shyness or hesitancy
of a maiden. You carry yourself like a damned courtesan." His voice rasped
against her neck as his lips explored her throat.

            "I don't know why I can't bring myself to
feel shy around you. I want you to look at me and touch me. I don't want to
hesitate, I want to touch and feel all of you. I spent so many years, so many
nights wanting to feel someone next to me, to know what it felt like to be
touched in that way." Her voice was becoming unsteady and her head fell
back as Gilles' tongue flicked her nipple.

            "I've never known a woman that uses her
body the way you do. You're like an instrument of pleasure." He suckled
her nipple and then lifted his head. Gilles stepped back causing Elise to
whimper and reach for him. He took her hand and placed it on her stomach.

            "I want to see you touch yourself. Show me
what you did all those nights while you were waiting for me." His voice
was low and gravelly.

            This time, Elise did blush. She shook her head.

            "I can't, Gilles!"

            "Don't be shy now, darling. Cast your spell
upon me, siren." He took the glass from her hand and set it on the
nightstand with his.

            "Siren? Is that how you see me?"
Elise's head cocked to the side and she licked her lips.

            Gilles chuckled.

            "Siren, Venus, succubus, Calypso... Take
your pick. You are all these things and I am helpless."

            Elise slid her hands up her stomach and cupped
her breasts. She squeezed them and Gilles groaned.

            "Like this?" She asked, a lazy smile
on her lips.

            "Yes! More!" Gilles begged.

            She separated her fingers and brushed her hands
across her breasts, letting each finger strum her nipples. She squeezed her
breasts again, letting her nipples peek between her fingers. Gilles bit back a
moan and almost reached for her. Elise brushed each tip tentatively with a
fingertip. A breathy little moan slid past her lips and she pinched her
nipples.

            "Dear God!" Gilles whispered. His cock
was throbbing angrily against his leg.
He had to see this through,
he
thought. Whatever it cost his sanity.

            Elise's head fell back and one of her hands
drifted down her stomach. She shifted her knees further apart as she pushed
through her damp curls. She bit her lip as her fingertip brushed against the
tight knot of flesh hidden deep in her soft, wet folds. Elise sent her hand
deeper between her thighs and tilted her hips forward. Gilles heard her gasp
and knew that she had slipped a finger into her hot, wet tightness. He saw her
hand slide back and forth and knew what she was imagining.

            "Are you thinking of my cock sliding in and
out of you right now?" He whispered urgently. Elise nodded frantically.

            Elise tugged on her nipple and moaned, her hips
bucked against her hand.

            "Do you feel my lips on your breast,
sucking?"

            She nodded again, the hand between her thighs
began moving faster, her fingers pushing deeper. The hand at her breast shot
down and began rubbing the most sensitive spot and Elise began gasping, her
breath hissing in and out.

            "That's it, love. Make yourself come for
me." Gilles urged her on.

            Elise began swaying forward and back and her
moaning became louder. She bit her lips as her body began to tremble.

            "Gilles!" Elise sobbed as she
convulsed around her hand.

            He had her in her arms and was kissing her
before his name died from her lips. He held her tight as the last tremors of
her release faded. Just as Gilles thought she was nodding off, her hands
brushed his chest. She lifted her head and kissed him as her hands drifted down
his stomach. Elise found his aching cock and filled her hands.

            "Your turn." She whispered as she let
go and pulled him onto the bed and pushed him on his back.

            Gilles groaned, trying to find a way to avoid
reciprocating. His cock wanted to be buried deep inside of Elise, not wrapped
in his hard dry hands. She must have sensed his hesitation.

            "I want to know what you did all those
nights while you were waiting for me." A teasing smile played about her
lips.          

            Gilles sighed, knowing he had no choice.      

            He placed one hand on his cock and the other on
his sack.

            "Place your hands on mine." He
commanded. At the feel of her delicate hands on top of his larger, stronger
hands Gilles' cock pulsed. He began stroking slowly as her hands rested on his.
He picked up the pace and gently squeezed his balls from time to time. Elise
learned his rhythm and was able to stay with him. He turned his head to the
side and licked her nipple. Elise moaned and her hand squeezed the one stroking
his length. Gilles shifted his shoulders so his face was closer to her breast
and pulled her into his mouth and began suckling. She began panting as he began
pulling harder and faster.

            Gilles let go of himself and his hands closed
about Elise's waist. He lifted her and pulled her on top of him as he thrust
upwards, seeking her entrance. As soon as he found her, he slid in. Elise was
heated and wet, gripping every inch of Gilles' erection as he pushed into her.

            He felt her knees and thighs grip his waist as
she seated herself fully, moaning in relief once her bottom connected with his
hips. Elise leaned forward and grabbed Gilles' shoulders and began riding him
hard. She rose and forced herself down on him, taking his entire length and
grinding against him in one smooth motion. Elise kept increasing her pace.
Gilles felt her muscles spasming around him and her body become taut and knew
she was trying to find her release. He raised his head and caught her nipple
with his lips and pulled her in. He grazed her with his teeth and she yelled.
Elise clasped his head to her breast as he began sucking and he felt her body
begin to tremble. Gilles increased the pressure at her breast as he grabbed her
hips and rocked her against him as he thrust upwards. It took two strokes
before she threw her head back and shouted his name. Elise shook so hard that
Gilles thought she might faint and she squeezed him so hard he saw stars. He
felt his balls tighten and his cock swelled before it erupted within her.
Gilles arched his back and yelled as his climax ripped through him in waves.

            Elise slumped onto Gilles' chest, boneless and
barely conscious. The only thing he was capable of was draping his arms around
her. Both drifted off, the occasional satisfied sigh would be heard but otherwise,
both were utterly still.

Chapter 37

            Mirabelle tapped lightly on Elise's door. It was
more than obvious she was in Gilles' chambers and they were either murdering
each other or having a ripping good time. She blushed and bit her lip as she
carefully pushed the door open. Elise sobbed her brother's name.

            "He's right there, I'm sure he can hear
you." Mirabelle murmured and she scanned the room. She'd worn her favorite
shawl this morning and had misplaced it. She was certain it was in Elise's
room. It was almost time for lunch and the afternoon was beginning to get
breezier. Mirabelle looked at the chaise and saw it hanging off the edge.

            "There you are!" She whispered as she
retrieved it. Quick to leave the room she dashed to the door and winced as she
heard a shriek.
Good lord, what was going on in there
?

            Silently closing the door, Mirabelle stepped
back and turned, almost running into Lucien.

            "What are you doing here?" He asked as
he gripped her shoulders, steadying her.

            "I left this in Elise's room this
morning." Mirabelle replied waving the end of the shawl at Lucien.
"What are you doing here?"

            "I saw you entering Lady Elise's room and
wanted to make sure you weren't up to any pranks." He teased but Mirabelle
had a feeling he wasn't completely joking.

            "I'm not a child anymore, Lucien." She
attempted to push past him just as another shout came from Gilles' rooms. This
time it wasn't Elise. Mirabelle looked at Lucien as she felt her face warm. He
was staring at her lips and for a moment she thought he might have been about
to kiss her. She licked her lips and felt herself sway forward.

            Suddenly, Lucien cleared his throat and grabbed
her elbow.

            "You shouldn't be here. Were you on your
way to your room?" He led her down the hall.

            "Why? Would you like to join me?"
Mirabelle's voice sounded confidant but it had required all of her nerve to
ask. Lucien froze, looking stunned. A moment later he shook his head.

            "I swear, brat, one of these days that
mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble." He chuckled as they
crossed the gallery.

            Mirabelle thought about stomping her foot and
telling him that she wasn't being sarcastic and that she wanted Lucien to do
something to her, anything, really. Instead, he stopped at her door, nodded and
then left her. She watched him as he went four doors down, on the opposite side
of the hall, opened a door and disappeared.

            Sighing and fighting back tears of frustration,
Mirabelle walked to the window. The wedding picnic had already been cleaned up
and the garden looked as it always did. Perfect.

            Despite her disappointment with Lucien (really,
she was used to it), this had been one of the best days of Mirabelle's life.
She adored her brothers and their happiness was one of the most important
things in the world to her. Seeing Gilles so haunted and broken after the war had
been almost physically painful for Mirabelle. He was more than her brother.
From a young age, he had been like a father to her and a best friend as well.
Not being able to help him, to bring him back from whatever battle he'd been
injured had pained her. She'd feared he was lost to them when he left for
Longwood. Seeing Gilles so changed and in love had been a miracle for
Mirabelle.

            She truly loved Elise. Not just because Gilles
loved her. And she wasn't drawn to her and fascinated because she was amazingly
gifted with her senses and almost clairvoyant, like Alastair. Or because of how
deeply she loved Gilles and all the things she did for him on top of being
perfectly lovely, like her mother. Mirabelle loved Elise because she was brave,
smart, funny and honest. All things that were often whispered about herself and
not always favorably. But when combined with Elise's generosity and kindness,
Mirabelle couldn't help but love her. She knew the moment Elise had made fun of
herself and all of the rugs at Longwood that they would be good friends and
that she would be worthy of her brother.

            Seeing Gilles and Elise exchange their vows was
like seeing two halves become a whole. Gilles was happier than he'd ever been
and back from whatever horrors he'd experienced and Elise was saved from a
lonely existence. The picnic breakfast would be one of Mirabelle's most
cherished memories.

            But she felt guilty. While Mirabelle's heart
overflowed with happiness for her brother and new sister and while she laughed
at the picnic, part of her felt left out and jealous. Gilles had Elise and
Longwood. Mirabelle had years of pining after a man that treated her like a
very young little sister while he shared himself with just about every other
available woman.

            Year after year, Mirabelle heard rumors and read
the gossip pages. Lucien was reputed to be London's most skilled and elusive
lover.
"The ton's most talented and wicked rake"
, she'd once
heard him called. With her, he might as well have been a blind uncle. Now, her
brother was finding sensual bliss (or destruction), while at six and twenty,
Mirabelle had only read and heard about what was possible between a man and a
woman.

           
Is this what her life was to be
? Living
in her brother's homes, retiring to the life of a spinster because one man
didn't see her as more than a child? Before she'd seen how complete and content
Gilles and Elise were at the picnic (and in his rooms), Mirabelle had told
herself that she couldn't marry without love. Now, a husband, a home and
children of her own started to eclipse her need for Lucien. Could she be happy
with someone else?

            Sighing, she stepped away from the window and
reached for the bell pull. Perhaps it was time to be realistic. She might do
well to take suitors more seriously next season.