Page 25 of Winning the Wallflower's Heart
“Is this where you want me to kiss, Kitten?” He brushed his fingers over the apex between her legs. “Did Madame Marie tell you what a man can do to a woman here?”
Her voice was caught in her throat for a moment before she nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes, you want me to touch you here?”
She nodded again, thankful the piano was behind her for support as she tilted her head back to stare at the mural on the ceiling.
“I need to hear you say it, Georgie.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
His fingers brushed over the soft curls of her quim, parting her to swipe his fingers through her wet heat. She bucked at his touch, overcome at the mere pleasure of it.
She propped herself up on her elbows to watch as he bent forward and pressed his lips against her skin. So intimate, so…
“More?” he asked, his words washing over her.
“Yes.”
He traced his tongue over her most intimate flesh, parting her and tasting her.
Heaven above, stars indeed.
Ellis drew back just as suddenly, jumped to his feet, and picked her up, neatly placing her on the piano. “Much better.”
She grabbed his shirt, tugging him closer for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips. And here she was, so worried she was losing control, only to look at her husband and see the gaze of a man utterly possessed.
“Lie back. I want to taste you until you are convinced a sliver of just how much I want you, my beautiful, beautiful woman.”
He kissed her once more, then traced the column of her neck with his lips while he pushed up her skirts, revealing all of her to him in the middle of Madame Marie’s brothel.
“I’ll be a very good teacher. I swear it. Tell me to stop if?—”
She shook her head, running her fingers through his hair and pushing down gently, directing him to kiss her there, to show her what pleasure could be. And all the while, her heart drummed in her ears at her own brashness. She had never been so bold, so quick to claim what was hers. And yet…
Ellis parted her lips and gently traced circles around the sensitive bud at her apex with his tongue, then with a firmer touch.
“Perfect,” he groaned. “So damn perfect.”
Georgiana had touched herself here only a handful of times, always stopping at the point where pleasure and pain met afrustrating plateau. But Ellis didn’t stop, and she didn’t wish for him to as his strokes set flames through her limbs, making her climb higher.
“That’s it now. Be a greedy girl for me, Georgie. I want you to fall apart on my tongue before I make you mine.” His fingers worked the flesh of her inner thigh until he stopped at the entrance of her quim. “Do you want more?”
She pushed herself up to look at his eyes, certain this was the most powerful she had ever felt in her life, and Ellis had given her this one precious gift. “Please,” she begged.
He groaned at her confirmation, slowly sliding his index finger inside of her, stretching her. The mere pressure of it nearly pushed her over the top before he drew her sensitive bud into his mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth, before sucking.
Georgiana bowed off the piano, and it felt as if she were floating. A burst of warmth spread through her limbs, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, fearing she might yell.
“There you are. So beautiful. Breathe, Georgiana.”
He slowly drew back, picking up her limp body to rest against his. He cupped her face in his hands.
“Call me jealous, Kitten, but you’re mine. You don’t need any seduction lessons. I have dreamt about nothing but you for weeks now. I want you and only you, you perfect, beautiful woman. And I’ll spend the rest of my days reminding you, pleasuring you, and honoring the way you’ve bewitched me.”
She struggled to catch her breath, her eyes pinned to his. Such gorgeous, deep hazel eyes. While her mind whirled and tried to connect his words with her own doubts and fears, she realized her body already knew the truth.
Because yesterday, today, and tomorrow, she would be in love with Ellis Linfield.
