Page 67 of The Earl's Scarred Bride

"Yes?" She deliberately shifted beneath him, making him groan. "Something troubling you, my lord?"

"You," he growled, finally attacking the last of her laces with renewed purpose. "You trouble me constantly. Drive me to distraction with your wit and your beauty and your damnable ability to see right through every defense I build."

"There," Cecil announced triumphantly as the last of Elizabeth's stays finally gave way. "I believe that's a new record for unlacing without damage to the garment."

"Such restraint," Elizabeth teased, helping him slide the fabric away. "I'm impressed by your newfound patience, my lord."

His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her in nothing but her thin shift. "Don't praise my patience yet, darling. The night is still young."

"And what exactly do you have planned for this young night?" She reached for the buttons of his shirt, her fingers working with deliberate slowness.

"Hmm." He pretended to consider this as her hands moved lower. "Perhaps I should demonstrate rather than explain."

Elizabeth's breath caught as his lips found her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. "I do appreciate a thorough demonstration."

"I've noticed." His smile was wicked against her skin. "You've always been an exceptionally...eager student."

"Only because I have such an attentive teacher." She pushed his shirt from his shoulders, her hands splaying across his chest. "Though I must say, some of your lessons are rather scandalous."

Cecil laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Scandalous? My darling, you haven't seen scandalous yet." His hands found the hem of her shift. "Shall I show you what true scandal looks like?"

"Please do." Elizabeth's voice held a challenge that made his blood burn. "Though I warn you, I may require multiple demonstrations to fully grasp the concept."

"Temptress." He groaned as her nails scraped lightly across his chest. "You'll be the death of me with that clever tongue of yours."

"Oh?" Her smile was pure innocence. "And here I thought you rather enjoyed my clever tongue."

Cecil's eyes blazed at her bold words. "Elizabeth..."

"Yes, my lord?" She blinked up at him, the picture of wide-eyed innocence despite her state of undress.

He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers. He trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, his tongue laving her nipples, his teeth nipping lightly.

Elizabeth moaned, her body arching up to meet him, her legs wrapping around his waist. Cecil groaned, his hands gripping her bottom, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He kissed her stomach, her hips, her thighs, his body moving downwards.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her drawers, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He tossed them aside, his gaze raking over her naked body. "Mine," he growled, his voice thick with possession. "All mine."

Elizabeth nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yours, Cecil," she breathed. "Always yours."

Cecil grinned, a wolfish grin that sent a thrill coursing through her. He pushed her legs apart, his eyes feasting on her glistening folds. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her. Elizabeth gasped, her hips bucking off the bed. Cecil chuckled, his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady as his tongue explored her, teased her, tasted her.

"Cecil!" Elizabeth cried out, her body writhing beneath him. He growled against her, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. His tongue found her sensitive nub, circling it, teasing it, before sucking it into his mouth.

Elizabeth screamed, her body convulsing as her climax hit her. Cecil held her steady, his tongue lapping at her, his fingers entering her, prolonging her pleasure.

When her body finally stilled, Cecil climbed up her body, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. Elizabeth could taste herself on him, a musky, sweet taste that sent another wave of desire coursing through her.

Cecil kissed her slowly, languidly, his hands roaming over her body, stoking her desire once more. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "I want you on all fours darling. As if you're begging me to take you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see your beautiful bottom as I claim you."

Elizabeth gasped, her eyes widening at the image his words conjured. She nodded, her body already trembling with anticipation.

Cecil growled low in his throat, a sound of pure male satisfaction. He climbed off her, his hands gripping her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. He leaned down, his lips pressing against her shoulder, her spine, her lower back. He kissed her bottom, his teeth nipping lightly, his tongue soothing the sting.

Elizabeth gasped, her body arching up to meet him, her bottom pressing against his mouth. Cecil groaned, his hands gripping her cheeks, spreading them apart. He kissed her intimately, his tongue darting out to taste her.

Elizabeth cried out, her body convulsing at the shocking pleasure. Cecil chuckled, his hands holding her steady as his tongue explored her, teased her, tasted her. He trailed kisses up her spine, his body covering hers, his manhood pressing against her entrance.

"Cecil," Elizabeth breathed, her body trembling with need. "Please, Cecil."

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