Page 100 of A Virgin for the Ton's Wolf

The impatience in her voice made him chuckle. “That little list of yours,” he insisted. “The one you wanted to complete before you married.”

“Oh.That.”

“Yes, little cat.Thatlist.” He smirked as he slowly ran his thumb up and down her folds, lingering on the glistening pearl that had begun to peek out of its blushing hood. “Did you fantasize about having your lover spreading your legs like this, pleasuring you with the entire ton within earshot?”

The garbled moan that he drew out of her was a divine melody far better than any opera. Her fragrance permeated the warm air between them, calling to him. The sight of her writhing on thechair, her legs wide open, was the single most erotic thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

With a growl, he fastened his lips on her core. Her nectar coated his tongue as he lashed it against the taut bud.

“Hudson!” Shock and sheer delight infused her voice. “Oh my…”

“Ohyes.” He smirked against her heated flesh. “In the next few minutes, all I want to hear from you is my name and the wordsyes, please,andmore.A combination of all four will suit me fine as well.”

“I thought…” she panted. “I thought I was to stay quiet…”

He chuckled. “Very well. If you insist on defying me, then I will just have to punish you.”

It was a threat that he knew she would take extremely well.

As the music swelled in the theater, he applied himself to a different instrument. With his hands and his fingers, he coaxed out a melody far more suited tohispleasure than anyone else’s.

“Hudson,please…” she whined as his finger slid inside her tight sheath.

She felt so good—hot and tight and wet andperfectas she clamped around his digit. He pushed deeper, his tongue flickingagainst her clitoris, and her fingers speared into his hair, digging into his scalp.

All around him, the music swelled, drowning out the moans he coaxed out of her. He would never tire of doing this to her.

His woman. His Duchess. Hiswife.

Scarlett had thought that there was no greater pleasure possible when Hudson had touched her so intimately in his tower. But this… she swore she sawstarsat the feel of his tongue on her aching flesh.

She had been shocked. Scandalized. Rendered incoherent at the sensual onslaught.

“Please…more…” she gasped, her mind fumbling around the limited vocabulary he allowed her. Fearful that he mightstopif she dared disobey him.

He growled against her core, and the vibrations sent her careening into a blissful oblivion. She came apart in a strangled scream as the music rose to a crescendo around her, drowning out her impassioned cry. Still, his finger continued to thrust into her, and his tongue continued to swirl and dance upon her until she came apart again, shudders wracking her body as she sagged into the chair.

“Hudson, please…” she sobbed.

This was a torment of the most delicious kind, and he, the master of her agony, did not seem inclined to relent anytime soon. She could only sit there, her legs wide open as he drew out climax after climax from her body.

When he finally drew back, she could barely see him. Her vision had gone hazy, her chest aching from the screams she had swallowed.

“Look at you,” he growled, his gaze hot and possessive as it raked over her from the top of her disheveled hair to her spread legs. His hand caressed her thigh soothingly. “You liked that, did you not, little cat? You liked having my finger inside you.”

Scarlett did not even possess the energy to deny the charge. She would plead guilty on all counts and more. She liked his finger, his tongue…everything.

He lowered her legs and then smoothed her skirts over her still-quaking body. Vaguely, she felt his lips on her temple.

“This opera is not so entertaining,” he told her, drawing her into his arms. “Perhaps we should abscond from here.”

Leave in the middle of the performance? It was the height of rudeness—not to mention that her brother would be left behind without a means of transportation.

“Do not give me that look, little cat,” Hudson sighed. “I do not fancy another round of torment in the company of your brother.”

“It was rather ill-mannered of him to spring the Marquess upon us at such short notice,” she agreed.

Besides, she would very much rather disappear while the guests were too absorbed in the performance to notice the disheveled state of her hair and clothing.

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