Page 57 of Black Widow

She could see his mouth curve just before he kissed her again. This time, she willingly melted into his embrace, grateful for the privacy of this small unusedsalon.

Amelia expected more of his potently drugging kisses. But suddenly, Gideon bent down on one knee. For a moment, she thought he was going to formally declare for her hand—up until the moment he tossed the hem of her skirtup.

“My lord! What are youdoing?”

In fact, what he was up to was obvious. Gideon burrowed under her skirts, parting her legs and throwing one of them over hisshoulder.

“Gideon, we are at aball!”

She shivered as his busy hands ran up her stockings, stroking the bare skin between hergarters.

His touch was sure and devilishly possessive. Amelia held on to his shoulders as he pushed her legs further apart to accommodate him. Cotton rent as he ruthlessly tore the slit in her drawers wider, exposing her most secret flesh tohim.

Gideon’s hands pinned her against the wall. She couldn’t see his face under her skirts, but she could feel his smile against her before his lips parted. His tongue and fingers rubbed and licked, quickly establishing a rhythm that stole herbreath.

Amelia moaned, dark pulsing pleasure rolled through her as little flames licked and bit at her sex. She made one last weak effort to push him away, but it was no more effective than melted candle wax. “Gideon, we muststop.”

His grip tightened. Teeth bit down gently on her straining pearl. Her broken gasp of ecstasy became a moan. Amelia had to focus what little strength she had on remaining upright. Hips pistoning reflexively, she held onto his shoulders as two of his fingers delved inside her. Then the pattern changed. It was as if his fingers were searching for something, but she didn’t knowwhat.

Enlightenment came with a throb of pleasure. Gideon worked a magical little spot while his tongue lathed the pearl at the top of her sex over and over until sheconvulsed.

Amelia slid down the wall, limp and replete. The only thing she felt—was aware of—were those last throbs of velvet pleasure still echoing through herbody.

It was the feel of Gideon’s harsh breath on her cheek that brought her back to herself. She was in his arms, still pinned to the wall but now her legs were wrapped around him. His steely cock was probing, pushing at her swollen folds, demandingentrance.

“Someone will come in,” she whispered, clinging to him. She had to hold on. Without his support, she would have crumpled to thefloor.

His mouth pressed to her cheek and he inhaled, drawing her scent deep into hislungs.

“I locked the door.” He took her mouth, his tongue plunging deep at the same time as he found her entrance and began to pushinside.

Overwhelmed by his size and strength, Amelia broke off, throwing her head back and gasping as he drove his broad shaft home. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on for dear life as he withdrew and then thrust backhome.

Nothing should feel that good. Trembling, Amelia gasped, biting down on hisneck.

He laughed, appearing to enjoy her response. “That’s it, love. You can take me now. Take all ofme.”

His words—the plaintive desperate note buried deep in his authoritarian demand—stoked the fire higher. She shuddered and pulled him into a deep kiss while he continued to move within her, rocking her into thewall.

Clamping down on him, she fought to hold him tight, fighting him as he pushed in as if to prove her will was a match for his. Gideon groaned and flexed, his grip on her legs and hips tightening. He moved with greater determination, thrusting deeper and faster until he had to move his hand to protect her head from being slammed against thewall.

Pinned helplessly, Amelia accepted his thrusts, crying out when his rhythm stuttered and broke. His hips ground into her one last time, pushing her over the edge into a violent and blinding orgasm. Inside her, he jerked, spilling his seed in hardjets.

This time, it was Gideon who crumpled weakly. He’d poured every bit of his strength and vitality into her. She took it, absorbed it, cradling it and him to her like a preciousgift.

Gideon seemed surprised when he came to on the floor. By then, she had rearranged her clothing and repaired her coiffure. Her drawers were a total loss, so she’d stuffed them into her beadedreticule.

“Where are you going?” he asked, lifting his head from the floor when she made for thedoor.

Amelia stood straight, trying to project a strength of will and determination she did not actuallypossess.

“Home,” she said firmly. “Don’t follow me. From this moment on, I sleepalone.”

She waited for his acknowledgment and agreement, but neither came. Instead, he just grinned, a flash of white in the darkness. Amelia decided to retreat before he recovered enough to argue withher.

If they did, she would lose and he knewit.

Gideon waiteduntil Sir Clarence was close enough to strangle before striking the match and lighting the taper on the sidetable.

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