Page 90 of A Night of Forever
Then she took him in, watching every nuance of his face as she sucked him harder, faster, and deeper, teasing, tantalizing, torturing him until a fine sheen of sweat gleamed on his chest.
The next thing she knew, he let out an almighty groan and his hands wrapped in her hair, holding her tightly to him as he grunted and lifted his hips to power deeper into her mouth.
She should stop. He’d let go of the headboard. But watching him lose control was breathtaking, and she loved the sight of Arend in his passion. She could feel her own arousal heighten too, her body nearing its release.
She let him take over, control her, move her head as he pleased, as she drew him closer to the edge of reason. His chest heaved, his breathing grew ragged, and his eyes burned into her as he watched his cock disappear deep into her mouth.
She could feel his sacs tighten in her hand as she gently squeezed them, and his moans grew louder and louder. Then he cried out her name, gave a final thrust deep into her mouth, and his hot seed spurted into her throat.
At that exact moment, her own world of the senses exploded, and she cried out around him.
Slowly Arend’s hips stopped moving. She continued to suck him gently as he became flaccid.
Finally he collapsed. “Christ. That was amazing.”
She crawled up to lie beside him, still fully dressed. “I enjoyed it too.”
“Give me a minute,” he said, “and I’ll see to your pleasure.”
“There is no need,” she said. “I found pleasure all by myself in simply watching and tasting you.”
“Then”—he gave her a wicked smile—“it hardly seems fair to deny me the chance to taste and watch you too.”
“Later. I promise.” She kissed him, long and deep. “Right now, you need to go downstairs and talk with the others. If Victoria is coming, she’ll do it soon. Why else would she test me so?”
He brushed her hair away from her face. Her pins would take some finding. “You should come too.”
She shook her head. “No. Maitland is frustrated and hurting. I understand, but I’m tired of being his whipping boy. You need to talk with them and devise a plan. If Victoria’s people sneak in, it will be to target this room. Perhaps kill you in your sleep, and blame me—or vice versa.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her soundly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She cupped his face in her hand. “I know. Now get dressed and go.”
With a sigh he rolled off the bed onto his feet and pulled his shirt over his head, ignoring the waistcoat and jacket. “I’m not sure I like this more dominant side of you.” As he leaned across the bed to kiss her he added, “Unless you’re naked. Then I think I’ll quite enjoy it.”
She was still giggling when he left.
Chapter 21
By the time Arend finished telling the men about the hidden tunnels and what they believed Victoria’s plan could be, Maitland seemed to have grudgingly accepted that he owed Isobel an apology.
“I’ve been a bastard, haven’t I?”
This was one of the few times that agreeing with a duke might not be politic. “It’s not me you need to apologize to.”
Maitland swiped a hand over his face. “I know.” He looked tired. “Thank goodness Marisa is still asleep.”
“This is frustrating for all of us,” Arend said. “We all want her caught. I know you’ve suffered, Maitland. But so have Hadley, Christian, and Grayson. I promise you, we will capture her. You will have your justice.”
“I’m getting sick of sitting around waiting for her to strike,” Sebastian said.
Nobody disagreed.
Arend blew out a breath. “Then let’s not wait any longer. I agree with Isobel. Victoria will strike, and she’ll come for me. Best we make plans. I suggest we take turns sleeping at the top of the stairs, and have someone positioned at the door of our bedchamber.” He lifted a brow. “Any other ideas?”
The men hunkered down and began to strategize.
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