Page 50 of Duke of Chaos

Though he had undressed hundreds of women, and had nearly undressed Lydia on one occasion, Ezra’s hands began to tremble as he yanked at the wet, stubborn ties of her dress and peeled back the soaked fabric from her body. Despite the rain, her skinfelt hot to the touch, and the rain seemed to sizzle as it dripped onto her bare shoulder and collarbone.

Following the raindrops, Ezra bit and kissed his way from Lydia’s exposed shoulder to her collarbone, then up the column of her neck, and finally to the little spot below her ear that made her whimper. As he did so, he continued to gently remove her gown and corset, pulling it down a little at a time to expose another expanse of flesh that needed to be bitten and kissed.

When he finally pulled the fabric down low enough to expose her pert breasts and small, pointed pink nipples, he let out a heady groan of approval. Though he had immensely enjoyed teasing them the last time they were together, Ezra had not taken the time to truly appreciate them.

In awe, he brought his hands to her chest, sliding his thumbs along her sternum as he palmed the underside of each breast, and let his fingertips feel their silky weight. Just the gentlest of squeezes had Lydia’s breath hitching and her fingers tightening in his hair, and he looked up into her eyes to see pure pleasure shining down at him.

“Please,” she breathed, her hold on him growing tighter as she began to tremble, “Don’t stop.”

Every ounce of strength seemed to leave Ezra as he saw the pure desire for him in her eyes, and he sunk slowly to the ground with her in his arms. If he was a gentleman he would stop long enough to get them home and bathed but he was no gentleman,not really, and in this moment, Lydia did not seem to want to be a lady either.

With her seated in his lap, Ezra continued his exploration, alternating the touch of his hands from soft and gentle to rough and biting until Lydia was squirming in his lap and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He had no care for where his jacket or vest had gone, especially once he clamped his mouth down on Lydia’s left breast.

Lydia said his name in a strangled tone as her fingers suddenly twisted and pulled at his shirt, forcing several of the obsidian buttons to fly off into the deep brown mud and soaked grass. Ezra’s mouth did not leave Lydia’s breast as he helped her rip the rest of the garment off. He held her fast to his ribcage as he moved over to her right breast and licked her nipple.

Lydia writhed atop him at the sensation, her hips making her mons dance wickedly against his hardened member. He gripped her tighter and wanted more of her in his mouth, but then to his surprise, she was shoving him back, her small hands flying around his neck so she could tilt his chin and bring his lips up to hers.

Ezra groaned as Lydia took possession of his mouth. He let her nip and lick him as she pleased as his hands finished pulling her dress away. His trousers were trickier, especially since neither refused to pause their kissing, but they were soon lying among the other discarded, ruined garments, along with his briefs.

It was only when he felt her hot, wet, bare petals slide against the rigid, naked length of his manhood that he finally broke from her kiss and forced them to stop. He wanted this,Goddid he want this.

“Don’t,” Lydia whispered, her fingers tightening at the back of his neck as she forced his eyes to hers.

Pain bloomed in Ezra’s stomach as he froze, thinking the worst. Then her hands pulled him closer.

“Please,” she whispered, her lips hovering above his, “Don’t stop.”

Relief flooded through Lydia as a groan ripped from Ezra’s throat, and his lips returned to hers. She did not care about the rain, the mud, or the fact that they were outside; all she cared about in that moment was that she was Ezra’s and Ezra was hers. No others. No nobles to court, no friends to appease, no paramours to worry about. Just the two of them together.

Lydia did not fight Ezra as he pulled her down atop him, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt their bare chests slide against one another. Between her legs, she could feel his member thumping against her most sacred place as if begging to be let in.

She sank into Ezra’s embrace, letting him take control so he could kiss and bite his way down her throat and over her breasts,but she did not expect him to suddenly grip her thighs and thrust her forward. Her knees wobbled in the mud as Ezra’s grip moved from her thighs to her backside, and she let out a cry of pleasure as his tongue burrowed between her legs.

Lydia’s back arched as she felt Ezra’s hot tongue thrust into her opening, electrifying the thousands of nerves that lay within her. Her thighs began to tremble around his ears as Ezra, unlike the first time, lapped and suckled at her like a man dying of thirst. Unable to help herself, she began to buck her hips into Ezra’s mouth, finally finding a steady grip by lacing her fingers through his thick, black hair.

“Oh,God,Lydia.” Ezra’s moan was guttural, primal, and it rang in her ears in such a way that she could not help the wave of juices that flooded from her.

The moment she felt her ecstatic release, Ezra’s grip on her backside tightened and he locked her into place, burrowing his head even further between her legs as growls and grunts of need poured from his throat. Even when she finished spasming and felt her body grow heavy and woozy, Ezra’s firm grip on her remained.

His quick, teasing tongue slowed down to deliver soothing laps over her mons, and with every stroke, she moaned and shivered helplessly. It took Ezra several minutes to become satisfied that he’d licked her clean of every drop, and when he finally loosened his grip on her, Lydia slid down to his chest like she was made entirely from liquid.

She gasped and came to life again as she felt her petals slide against his engorged member, and barely had time to cling to him before he lifted her up and placed her back on her discarded gown. Her legs slid around Ezra’s muscled lower back of their own accord as he nestled his hips above hers and she pushed her pelvis up into him as she laced her arms around his neck.

A hint of worry flashed through his desire-filled blue eyes as he paused above her, and she felt her affection bloom through her as he carefully moved a tendril of her wet hair out of his face.

“This will hurt you,” he warned above the storm. She could hear the worry in his voice.

Lydia impatiently tugged at him with her legs.

“I thought it was you who said pain goes well with pleasure?” she attempted to tease.

Ezra let out a low laugh as his erection pulsed between her legs, making her grow warm and ready again. He brought his hand up to her face and cupped her cheek, then slid his fingers down to her neck, where they formed a tight necklace.

“Is that what you want, my little white dove?” he asked, trailing his nose along hers.

“You want to feel the pleasure through the pain?”

A sinful wave of desire filled her as she heard Ezra’s blunt question. They were playing a game again. A dangerous game that she should be frightened of. Except she was not frightened. Not of Ezra.

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