Page 50 of A Virgin for the Ton's Wolf

“What was that?” he taunted. “I’m afraid I did not hear what you said.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Hudson.”

“Much better.”

He was practically purring, the vibrations in his chest sending her closer to the edge. She felt her night rail trailing over her calves, the back of her thighs.

The first touch of his fingers on her aching flesh had her fingers digging into the dust-covered wood until she feared she would leave marks.

“Hudson!”

His finger slid unerringly through her folds, sweeping through the slick heat in bold strokes. When he circled that bundle of pleasure, she let out a loud moan. Oh, she tried to stifle it, but it was nigh on impossible.

Heat flooded her cheeks, as well as everywhere else. What if someone heard her? What if?—

“Do not worry, little cat,” he reassured her, even as he continued to slowly stroke her to madness. “Nobody but you would ever come up here. You can scream all you want.”

Wicked, wicked,wicked. The man was absolutely wicked, and he fully intended for her to come undone! The realization both thrilled and worried her.

But his other hand had begun toying with her breast, slipping beneath the neckline of her shift and gently rolling the taut peak between his fingers.

All traces of logical thought fled her mind then. She had become a creature of heat and want. Of heady desire and intense, sensual pleasure.

It was as if her very existence hinged on his hands, and if he stopped—oh heavens. If he did that, then she might very welldie.

“You are so very wet,” he growled in her ear. “You like this, don’t you, little cat? Look at you, opening your legs for me.”

She felt the tip of his finger probing her entrance, and her eyes flew open. He could not be thinking of?—

“Hudson…oh!”

The shriek erupted from her throat as he slid his finger inside her, and she was introduced to a level of pleasure she had not even thought possible.

“So tight and wet,” he murmured. “And so hot. You would feel so good around my cock, little cat.”

“Hudson, please.” She was beyond begging now. She would plead with him if he needed her to.

“Does it feel good, little cat?”

“Yes! Oh God,yes!”

His fingers began to slip into an easy rhythm, slowly pushing her to the brink before drawing back. And then goading her once more.

It was heavenly. It was maddening.

“I thought of you so many times, bent over like this.” A second finger slid inside her, and she sobbed, sagging on the wooden surface. “Hands on the table, little cat.”

She braced herself as he continued to stroke her, his fingers sliding in and out of her. Her knees wobbled as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Scarlett felt as if she was a string wound up too tight.

“You have been such a good girl, Scarlett,” he crooned. “And good girls get rewarded for their exemplary behavior.”

His words shot straight to her core, and the string within her snapped, pushing her over the brink. Sending her hurtling into white-hot pleasure. Shuddering in her explosive release.

Still, Hudson did not stop. Not until she completely sagged on the table, shaking from the ecstasy that wracked her frame.

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