Page 81 of Hawthorne

“What?” His voice comes out a seductive whisper as his hands start a trail on my skin. The other grazes my chest, settling on the cleavage right above my boobs. It opens button by button, grazing over my skin ever so lightly, making it tingle. My brain turns into mush, forgetting completely what it was that I had to discuss with him.

In seconds, my white blouse falls to the floor as his lips latch onto my skin, kissing, sucking, and licking my chest. Then he lowers onto his knees—his freaking knees—and gives my stomach some attention.

“Vincent,” I whisper. “What are you doing? There’s a full house on the other—”

“Shhhh,” he quiets me. “I was craving something sweet.You.”

My eyes are shut, relishing the feeling of his lips on my skin so much that I can barely register what he’s said. It’s only when his hands reach my thighs and start to bring my skirt up that I look down at him, “Wha—”

I am cut off by the harsh tug he gives my skirt, exposing my panty-covered core. The intensity of his gaze makes me as aroused as it makes me self-conscious. The tight coil on the bottom of my belly forces my thighs to gain a life of their own and try to press together.

His big, strong hands keep them in place right before he buries his nose into my core. I gasp at the foreign feeling before melting into his hold.

“It’s been too long,” he mutters against my panties.

Two fingers graze my slit, right before pushing the flimsy fabric to the side. My hands fly to his hair, gripping his locks and tightening it, with each stroke of his digits. They spread all the wetness across my folds, making a mess.

Vincent hums in approval right before diving in.

His tongue feels like velvet as it licks throughout while his fingers pump in and out of me. My muscles contract in response, and one of my hands flies to my mouth the moment a moan escapes my lips. In a matter of seconds, he’s been able to make me forget how stupid this is and how much we’re risking.

“Vin...cent,” I whisper a moan.

He hums in response, but it’s too late. Whatever was on my mind has fleeted, and now, all that’s occupying my thoughts are the feelings, the sensations. The weakest leg, the one trembling, is placed over one of his shoulders as his free hand grips my hip and smoothly guides me through a rhythmically grinding movement.

The high rises to an unbearable point, pulling at my muscles. The problem is that if I let go, I’ll be loud, and I can’t. The horror of having the entire house hear how hard the duke is going down on the housekeeper mortifies me. So, I will myself to stay quiet, focusing more and straining my body to an excruciating point.

I am right there in the torturous limbo. The place where you crave more but you’re not allowing yourself to have that extra bit. I try to keep myself there until it’s no longer possible.

Like the cheater that it is, my body betrays me, and a long and loud moan escapes my lips.

“That’s it,” he coos, not even slowing down.

“It’s too...much,” I pant. “I can’t take it and be quiet.”

“You don’t need to be quiet. Also, you’ve taken more,little Milla. You can takethis.”

However, instead of making him stop, it only makes him lick more, suck harder, and pump faster, bringing my climax to the front door. It shatters, blowing fireworks all over my brain, my body spasming around his fingers.

Vincent doesn’t stop until the last tremble, taking everything for himself and leaving me spent and tired. It’s only when I come down from the high with a shaky breath that he places my leg down and slowly raises to his feet.

“That was...divine.” He smirks, looking into my eyes.

“Oh, god,” I sigh as a deep blush creeps onto my cheeks.

I hastily pull my skirt down, embarrassment overcoming my entire body at the realisation of what just went down.

Well,who went down.

The moment I bend down to pick my shirt up, I’m held by Vincent. “Hey,” he whispers, grabbing my chin. “What’s wrong?”

“This was reckless and dangerous!” I hiss. “What if someone came through that door? Worse, what if someone heard me?”

The silence lingers as I wait for his answer, for his admission of how stupid this was. Vincent looks away first, tangling his hand in his locks and pushing them back off his forehead.

“You’re right,” he admits, still avoiding my eyes. “I saw you, and I just couldn’t resist.”

Is he embarrassed?

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