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Growling, he descended on a pert nipple, drawing it into his mouth and suckling it. He drove her to the edge of her orgasm, his fingers working in tandem with his mouth. Just as her breathing grew shallow, her gasps mingling with her moans, he slowed down to almost a complete stop.

“No!” she protested breathlessly. “Don’t!”

He smiled and teased her wet flesh. “Don’t what, little lamb?”

“Don’t stop!” she moaned. “Oh God, don’t!”

He leaned in close to her ear. He closed his eyes as he breathed in her distinctly sweet fragrance, now tinged with the scent of her arousal in the air.

“I think that there is one thing you should learn tonight, my dear, sweet Alice,” he growled. “When you are in my bed, you are mine. Your sweet moans belong to me. Your very pleasure is at the tip of my fingers.”

To underscore his meaning, he dragged his finger slowly up her slit to lightly flick the hooded flesh that he knew would render her mostly incoherent.

She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking into his hand. “Colin,” she moaned, need heavy in her voice.

His lips curled into a smile. So impatient.

He was not scrupulous enough to pretend that he did not like it. In fact, there was nothing more arousing than knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Abandon all your other thoughts, little lamb. Tonight, there is only me and you, and your every desire is mine to claim.”

CHAPTER 29

Abandon all your other thoughts…

Alice nearly sobbed as his dark voice penetrated the thick haze of desire coiling and uncoiling low in her belly into the flesh that he mercilessly teased with his fingertips.

As if she was capable of thinking of anything else at this point!

All she wanted was for him to never, never stop. To push her on and on towards the blinding desire he had shown her in the study.

Never before had she thought that her body was capable of feeling such pleasure, and it was Colin who showed her. It was Colin who masterfully drew it from her inexperienced flesh in the way a skillful virtuoso would draw music from his instrument.

In fact, she was the instrument in his expert hands, and her moans the music he played.

“Please…” she sobbed as his finger stroked her with maddening slowness. “Please…”

“Please what?” There was a tinge of a smile in his voice, and Alice could not make up her mind whether she found it frustrating or incredibly arousing. “Do you know what you want, little lamb?”

How could she know? What she knew of the relations between a man and a woman was what she had managed to scrounge up from books and that one time she saw a stallion mounting a poor mare in their stables. Her knowledge in the matter was disappointingly lacking, but even then, she knew that she wanted him.

Colin.

All of him.

“I want you,” she gasped, suddenly feeling bashful as the truth tumbled from her lips. “I want you so much…”

Through her half-opened eyes, she saw the trace of a smile at the corners of his lips. “Good answer, little lamb,” he said softly, his voice almost a tender caress on her feverish consciousness.

He leaned in to kiss her, and she responded joyfully as his mouth plundered hers. When his tongue probed most arrogantly into her, she met him with equal enthusiasm. In response, his fingers—oh, his wonderful fingers—began to move on her heated flesh once more, as if to reward her.

He drew back, allowing her to gulp in air once more between her growing moans. His lips trailed down her sweat-slicked neck, leaving fire in their wake, incinerating her when he found that spot that just seemed to respond to his kiss. All the while, his fingers continued to stroke her wetness until she was writhing on the bed in pure abandon.

A creature made of undiluted desire.

“Damn,” she heard him curse under his breath. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look? How much I want you right now?”

“Colin…” she panted, and even his name sent a bolt of pleasure through her. “Oh my God, Colin…”

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