Page 20 of Steal Me

She gasped, a delicate sound tinged with embarrassment, and Sylvain almost smiled.

How delightful it was to tease her.

He tossed the towel aside and turned to face her directly, enjoying the way her breath caught again, the way her cheeks flushed crimson. The silk nightgown she wore was another one of his purchases, but seeing her in it set his teeth surprisingly on edge.

It did not feel right all of a sudden, to have his wife wear something that he had bought for someone else in mind. Who knew he would be so sentimental?

He saw her bite her lip, and his agitation temporarily faded. His body had priorities, and with her, it was always this.

"You've found me," Sylvain murmured.

To seduce her so thoroughly and completely—

"Now come and get your reward."

That everything else would cease to matter to her—everything but him.

His own body hardened as he watched her young and supple flesh blossom with every step she took toward him. The rosy tint of her cheeks. The faint tremors rocking her body. And ah, those twin peaks pebbling against the scrap of silk covering her body. He was falling under her thrall once more, and when he saw her tongue darting out to wet her lips, his own desire swelled into life, and he had to clench his fists against the urge to haul her close.

Patience, Sauvage. Patience.

When she was close enough to touch, he issued a single command.

"Kneel."

The word was soft, gentle even. But unmistakably a command.

A thousand emotions flashed over her soft features.Fear. Shock. Embarrassment.But most of all, there was need.

It was the same need that was pulsing through his veins.

The same need that now had his wife slowly sinking to her knees before him, her dark blue eyes never leaving his.

Sylvain's fingers found her hair, silky strands wrapping around his knuckles. So soft. So unlike the hardness of his world. He tightened his grip just enough to tilt her head back, and when her lips parted in a surprised gasp, he guided himself into the moist warmth of her mouth.

Magnifique.

Dazed eyes flew up to meet his, but he offered no mercy in his gaze.

Because her fear, whether she admitted this or not, also fed her desire.

She wanted him because she feared him.

And so it would stay between them, always.

His fingers guided her head, and he felt her tremble at his touch.

"That's it," Sylvain murmured, moving slowly, steadily. "Take all of me."

Each forward motion took him deeper, each retreat gave her time to adjust. She was clumsy at first—of course she was—but a quick learner. Her tongue began to explore on its own, darting and playing against sensitive spots that made him grit his teeth.

With each thrust, he went deeper into her mouth. With each thrust, she learned how to please him, her inexperience giving way to instinct, her tongue circling and teasing the swollen tip of his manhood.

Enfin, ah, enfin.

Her hands, previously frozen at her sides, suddenly reached up to grasp the muscles of hisderrière, nails digging hard enough to mark. The unexpected aggression made him growl, and his wife seemed to delight in hearing this, with how she began to test the limits of his control. She was sucking in earnest now, and his legendary control was no match for it.

Sylvain's breathing turned harsh, fingers tightening in her hair as he increased the pace. The sight of his darling little thief on her knees, stealing his heart as she pleasured him, was a battle he had no hope of winning. Her innocent ways were his undoing, her clumsy attempts to drive him wild only making him hunger for her more and more and more...until his wife's name tore from his throat in a groan.

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