Page 49 of A Virgin for the Duke of Thorns

She touched her tongue shyly to his, and the fire within him roared. He responded to her kiss, his tongue seeking hers out and tangling with it until she was gasping under its onslaught.

His hand wandered to her breast, squeezing it through her thin chemise, his thumb running gently over its tightening peak. When she cried out, her body arched into his touch, pushing her breast into his hand.

Colin smirked as he toyed with that rosy peak through the thin fabric, watching her slowly unraveling before him.

“You like this, little lamb?” He gently tweaked that rosy bud between his thumb and forefinger, drawing out a soft moan from her. “You like it when I touch you like this?”

“Yes, oh my… yes!”

He smiled as he pushed her down to lay on the table, her legs dangling over the edge as he stepped between them. He cupped her other breast in his hand and fondled it as he did its twin, watching in satisfaction as Alice surrendered to the pleasure of his touch. When he touched his tongue to her turgid flesh, she let out a soft gasp.

“Oh my…” she moaned. “I did not know… ooh… ah…”

There are many things you do not know, little lamb, he thought to himself as his tongue flicked her nipple, enticing an outpouring of moans from her. And I shall teach them to you…

As he lavished her breast with kisses, alternating between lightly sucking and stroking her sensitized flesh with his tongue, his hand wandered down to her thigh, grabbing a fistful of her skirt and dragging it up her legs.

“Colin?” Her eyes were glazed and slightly unfocused.

“Shh…” he murmured over her quivering flesh. “Let me show you pleasure, little lamb.”

He felt her stiffen a little as he trailed his fingertips along the inside of her thigh, higher up to the thatch of curls that guarded her most intimate part. Alice instinctively closed her legs, her eyes wide as she looked at him in shock.

“I am going to touch you here,” he told her, allowing his fingers to lightly play with the curls on her mound. “Will you let me in, little lamb?”

She bit her lower lip, hesitation shining clearly in her eyes. Then, slowly, she relaxed, and he grinned triumphantly.

“That is better,” he crooned. “Now, I am going to touch you…”

He slid his finger through her folds, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as her wetness coated his digit—the clear evidence of her desire.

“Oh God, little lamb,” he groaned. “You are so wet, it is driving me insane.”

He moved his fingers along her slit, dragging it upwards ever so slowly to circle the nub at its peak. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a gasp that hinted at her surprise, and Colin found himself in awe once more.

She was a true innocent, her body so deliciously ignorant of the pleasures that abounded. To be the first to touch her so intimately, to tease these sensations out of her only made him harder for her.

As he stroked her gently, he watched her inhibitions slip away. Her legs fell open to welcome his touch. Her hips bucked to meet him.

It was the most breathtakingly sensual sight he had ever had the privilege to witness—and the knowledge that he was the one who had caused it caused her to feel so much pleasure for the first time, filled him with a fierce masculine pride.

He held her hip down as he continued to coax it out of her, drinking in her wild moans and reveling in his little lamb coming unbound. He could sense her nearing her peak in the way she began to thrash, her breaths coming out in soft, little gasps as she called out for him.

“Yes, little lamb,” he murmured huskily. “You can feel it… building inside you…”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Colin… it feels so… so…”

His teeth flashed in a grin of supreme male satisfaction as he continued to pleasure her with his hand, his finger plunging into her wet core as she began to sob on his desk. When his thumb pressed on that little bundle of desire, she burst out into a wild scream, her body bowing off the wooden surface. Still, he continued to stroke her mercilessly until she was gasping his name, her body wracked in delightful little shivers as he let her ride out the waves of pleasure.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen—Alice enraptured, desire blooming all over her skin like a flower opening up to the spring sunlight.

Moments later, she slumped onto the table, panting. Her hand brushed against a vase on his desk and toppled it over, sending a few pebbles and a folded note tumbling to the wooden surface beside her.

It was the “treasure” they had been searching for all this time.

CHAPTER 20

Alice held the note in her trembling hands as Colin bent over to pick up one of her scattered hairpins on the floor. She could barely stand up as it was and had to lean on the table—the same table that they had just… just…

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