Page 77 of My Darling Rogue
“Gabriel…”
Her hesitation had his scarred eyebrow rising high. With a hard swallow of trepidation, Celia obeyed. Still clutching her skirts, her undergarments exposed to his fiery gaze, she moved onto the table and then sat with her legs dangling. The way Gabriel stared made Celia feel like she was indeed a confection for devouring.
“How pretty you are. My own little sugarplum waiting to be consumed.” Moving his chair closer, Gabriel’s hands roamed up the inside of her legs and spread her wider. His long, broad fingers found the opening in her flimsy undergarments, and with a sudden movement, they were ripped apart.
Celia gasped in shock, her legs automatically closing, but Gabriel prevented that. One hand gripped her thigh, holding her open, while the other swept against her sex. Celia trembled. She clutched her skirts with such violence the silk might never recover.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmured, trailing a finger down her seam in a teasing manner. “And so fucking sweet.”
Celia watched as he plucked a plum from his dessert and dipped it in the cream. She thought he would plop it into his mouth, but instead, he ran the piece of fruit over the lips of her vagina and nestled it into the folds.
She gasped for air, and when his eyes met hers, the darkness she saw made her a little afraid for her own sanity.
“You asked if I would eat my dessert, Celia. And I will. I’m going to devour the sweetness of your hot little quim now, and you will refrain from reaching your climax.”
“I don’t… I don’t understand,” Celia muttered, distracted because her body was so heated. Her inner channel was already clenching with need. Her thighs were slick with a wave of moisture just from his words.
Why did he not seem to experience the same wild desperation she did? How did he maintain this cool composure when she was already on the edge of exploding? It wasn’t fair.
“Oh, you understand me, pet.” Gabriel chuckled, leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “You understand every word I’ve said. And you will do as I ask because you want to please me, isn’t that right?”
Oh, she did want to please him. To the point she would willingly forfeit her soul to the Devil.
Her head bobbed with desperate jerks.
“Tsk. Tsk. Words, Celia. Use them.” He slicked a finger through her wetness and pushed the piece of fruit more firmly into her folds until it nudged against the button of nerves there.
Celia swore she saw stars. She moaned, caught on the edge of insanity and ecstatic to be there. This man held the unique ability to turn her into a greedy, trembling mess. “Yes.Yes. I want to please you, Gabriel. I shall do as you say. Oh, please.”
“There’s my good girl.”
Gabriel’s breath was so hot on her exposed flesh that Celia wondered if it might melt the sugar from the plum now wedged into her sex.
Their eyes met over the mound of skirts and her quivering stomach, and his command was a rough growl. “Remember, this dessert is mine. You will not come unless I grant permission. And, sugarplum? There are consequences for disobedience.”
Celia did not dare breathe as his head lowered and his hands slid around to cup the sides of her buttocks. In this position, he held her firm and slowly licked from her opening to the piece of fruit and back again, his tongue spearing inside her.
She almost exploded that very moment. Her legs shook as she staved off a multitude of sensations.
Gabriel licked and nibbled and lavished every bit of her flesh with his mouth. Every now and then, his nose would bump against the fruit, pushing it harder against her clitoris, and Celia would brace herself against the impending combustion. It happened often enough that she suspected this action was absolutely on purpose.
“Gabriel… Gabriel…” she moaned in supplication, her body on fire for him.
She could no longer take watching him feast on her. It was too much for the senses. Leaning back onto her elbows, her head tilted until all she could see was the sparkle of a crystal chandelier above her and the swirling design of the plaster ceiling.
“Do not come yet,ma chere femme.Not yet.” He began eating the fruit, his teeth occasionally grazing sensitive flesh and distracting her from the orgasm building inside her. And Celia thought she could obey him. She focused on the sting from his teeth as he feasted and was able to sway her body from its natural inclinations.
Realizing her strategy, Gabriel doubled his efforts, his mouth lush and sinful and so, so hot. The plum was certainly gone now, and there was nothing left but his mouth and tongue and the trembling of her body.
Then Gabriel slid two fingers inside her sheath, curving them upward and stroking a hidden spot inside her. Celia bucked wildly as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth with greedy intensity.
How could she withstand such an erotic onslaught? She could not. It was not possible. With a low cry, Celia gave in. She flew apart and came back together against his mouth while he ate her with even more ferocity, feasting as though he would never have enough of her. His fingers plunged and curled inside her, filling her and forcing her to stay on the crest of the wave before tumbling into another abyss. And as he devoured her, Gabriel muttered one word against her flesh, imprinting his claim on her body and her heart for all eternity.
“Mine.”
CHAPTER32
Gabriel scooped his nearly insensate wife up from the dining room table and settled into his chair with her in his lap. He cuddled her close, staying in that position for the longest time as he allowed both of them time to recover.
