Page 32 of Duke of Chaos

Lydia shivered and gasped, and when his lips came down on hers, she could not even pretend to want him to stop. It had been amusing at first, keeping herself out of his reach. But now, as he parted her lips and massaged his tongue over hers, she realized that she had been denying herself as much as she had been denying him.

The moment his wild, untamed taste hit her tongue, Lydia let out a strangled moan and pressed herself more tightly to him. A snarl and a whispered curse she could not understand broke free from Ezra’s lips before he deepened the kiss, pressing her into him as if he could combine their two bodies into one and then he stopped.

Panting, breathless, and with lips swollen, Lydia could not grasp what was happening as she felt herself being lowered into an extremely cushioned reading chair. She blinked, her vision hazy with lust, and in the low light, she saw Ezra on his knees before her.

“Ezra-” she panted, but he interrupted her with a soothing“shhhh”before leaning forward and kissing her again.

This time, though, Ezra’s hands did not stay in one place but instead wandered and roamed over her corseted waist, her breasts, and her neck. His lips soon followed, taking their time to stop and suckle or nip at whatever expanse of fleshhe could nuzzle into until Lydia felt nothing but longing and oversensitivity.

How could his lips at her neck steal her thoughts? How could his teeth teasing her cleavage render her body nothing more than a jumble of trembling nerves? Such questions flooded her mind as Ezra slowly continued his exploration along the length of her body.

“Wait,” she gasped as he began to slide the ample skirt of her gown up to her waist, “What are you…”

“You have no idea how greatly it pleased me that you did not wear the red,” Ezra rasped, curling his fingers around her knees.

Lydia remained silent as she let him slowly spread her legs, her eyes unable to leave his face. Ezra’s normally cloaked expression was now full of wonder and hunger as he viewed her.

“You have no idea how much it pleases me when you obey,” he went on as his fingers first trailed down her stockings, then up again, past her knees, her thighs, until he reached her secret place.

“Oh!” Lydia gasped.

Pleasure, unlike anything she had experienced before, jolted through her as Ezra’s fingers;sovery gentle and skilled, began to move against that little sensitive bead between her legs.

“What is…eunn”Lydia’s question turned into a moan as Ezra’s fingers worked a little faster, and she felt a wet warmth splash against her thighs.

Ezra let out a guttural sound of approval as Lydia’s fingers began to curl into the arms of the chair, but he continued his slow ministrations; his smile growing more and more wicked as he brought her closer to a final frenzy.

This is wrong.

The thought came from somewhere deep inside of her mind, pulling her away from the pleasure of the moment. They were at a party in someone else’s house, and this was one of their rooms! What if someone walked in and saw them?

The thought vanished as Ezra dipped his tongue between her legs and replaced his fingers. Pleasure, far more than before, tore through her body so vividly that she arched her back and let out a strangled cry.

“Hush, darling,” Ezra’s deep voice drifted from under her skirts, “We don’t want any interruptions. Not that it would stop me.”

Lydia gasped at his threat, but she quickly became unable to think, unable to do anything but give in to her pleasure. She pressed her lips together tightly and pushed the back of her head against the cushioned chair, trying her best to stop the little noises coming from her throat.

Lick. Suckle. Thrust. Lick. Suckle. Thrust.Ezra’s tongue stayed in perfect tempo, raising her pleasure to a peak with every small suckle of her clitoris, then bringing her back down again with gentle, insistent licks to her vulva.

His mouth was hot and needy against her most sacred flesh. Low, guttural noises of approval began pouring from his throat as Lydia felt her juices start to flow more freely as he reveled in the taste of her.

“Give it to me, darling” he murmured into her, sounding almost desperate for whatever “it” was.

Before Lydia could question it, Ezra’s tongue and lips found her clitoris again as his left middle finger slid between the warm, wet folds of her mons. His mouth, combined with the rhythm of his skilled hand, soon had Lydia arching backward into the chair, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her orgasm, her first ever, tore through her like an unstoppable flood, forcing spasm after convulsing spasm to course through her body and make her dizzy with euphoria.

A low moan of pure satisfaction broke from Ezra’s throat as she clenched her thighs together from the pleasure, trapping him against her as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.

It took long moments before her thighs unclenched their grip on Ezra. Ezra pulled back, his gaze immediately landing on hers. With a wicked grin, he ran his tongue over her bottom and savored the taste of her.

“Verygood,” he purred, satisfaction written all over his face.

“What…” Lydia panted, still trying to get her body to calm down, “what was that?”

“One of the many wonderful things I can teach you,” Ezra replied, wiping his kerchief across his chin.

His eyes glittered with unbridled lust as he added, “If you are interested.”

Before Lydia could think of what that could mean, Ezra took her hands and gently helped her to her feet. Her legs trembled and swayed as she first stood, and Ezra chuckled knowingly as he held her steady.

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