Page 51 of The Seduction of Lord Sin
On a low groan, he broke the kiss. “I need you naked.”
A shiver slid over her skin—excitement and anticipation.
He was breathing heavily and as aroused as she was. His eyes never left hers as he reached for the ties of her nightgown that he had exposed when he peeled back her robe. Slowly, he pulled at the first tie. As it came undone, he pushed the sides apart and kissed the top of her exposed breasts. Then his fingers went to the second tie, and the third, and the fourth, until he fully exposed her breasts to his gaze—and his mouth.
Eyes gleaming with satisfaction, he drank in her disheveled state. She should have been embarrassed at his study, but she wasn’t. In fact, it made her hot and bothered. She arched her back, almost demanding his attention.
When he lowered his head, taking one peaked nipple tenderly into his mouth and suckled, she thought she’d flown to heaven. She cupped his head and held him there, pressed against her as she panted and writhed. Who knew she would become such a wanton? Perhaps it was because she had been denied pleasure for so long.
His hand continued molding the contours of her breasts while his mouth tortured her. She barely noticed that his other hand was pushing her legs wider to allow him to settle between her thighs.
He watched her for what seemed like ages, but really must have been barely seconds before he slowly lowered himself to her. The ecstasy of feeling his rough, hairy, skin brushing against her more feminine silky skin was something she could never have imagined. He kissed her cheeks, her brow, her eyelids, waiting for her trembling to subside. He ran a hand down her side, coming round to cup her breast. Sin ran a thumb across her nipple over and over. “Am I the first man to touch you like this?”
“Yes. You are the first man to do many things to me. The first man to look at me and see me as a hot-blooded woman. The first man to kiss me like you can’t wait to devour me. The first man to see me naked. The first man to have me in his bed.” And she wanted to add, and the first man to open my heart, but she was too much a coward.
She saw the exact moment he surrendered to his need to taste her again. His eyes darkened and his mouth claimed hers once more.
This kiss was not one a man gave a woman he intended to let remain a virgin—and that thought alone thrilled her, yet she remembered his promise. Then she remembered hers—to Devlin.
She rose into him, wrapping both arms around his neck. She returned his feverish kisses in kind. She strained against him, delighting in his body’s hardness, as his hands roamed her person.
The feel of his fingers on the bare skin of her leg was exciting, scandalous, stimulating.
Her body couldn’t help but move beneath him, seeking some form of relief.
“Easy,” Sin murmured. “Easy, my darling girl. I’ll make it good, I promise.”
His husky half whisper was as seductive as his touch. She almost cried out when she felt a finger slide through her wet folds.
“So responsive. So beautiful,” he assured her, drawing back to look down her body to where his hand stroked her intimately.
His gaze flicked to her and she locked onto his hypnotic stare.
“I want . . .”
He pressed a kiss to her bared stomach. “You have no idea what you want, my darling, but I’ll show you.”
With that promise ringing in her ears, he moved lower, pushing her nightgown out of the way, baring her body completely to his heated gaze.
She was not a coward. She wanted him in every way a woman could want a man. Had she even lived before he touched her? She longed for him, and a shudder of excitement rippled through her. But when his hot breath blew on the most intimate part of her, she froze.
This was too decadent—hewas too decadent.
With his dark and stormy eyes fixed on her face, as if daring her to stop him, he lowered his mouth. The kiss between her thighs was beyond intimate.
She could not believe that he was kissing her there. She could not believe she waslettinghim. It was mortifying, yet at the same time she knew she’d beg him to continue if he stopped. Besides, how did she know if this was how it was always done? This was all so new…
Charlotte’s fingers threaded through his thick curls, tangling in their silky softness as she clutched his head, urging him closer.
Anticipation sent a series of tremors ricocheting through her, but it did not prepare her for what he did next. Gently, he parted her folds, and his heated lips tasted the very heart of her womanhood. When his tongue slid through her curls and licked the most intimate part of her, she moaned, and her hips lifted in desperate need.
When he draped one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider to his ministrations, her body exploded with want and desire.
And still his talented tongue licked at her with exquisite expertise, sucking and teasing and nibbling until she lost any sense of time or place and let her dark, dangerous lover take her where he willed.
She hovered on an airy precipice, her soul teetering on the edge of nothingness. Sensations overwhelmed her. Her limbs went taut, her body shook, and she felt as if she were losing her mind to the pleasure. Then his wicked tongue entered her, and she came apart, plunging over the edge into an abyss of bliss. Writhing against his mouth, her fingers clutched in his hair as she was swept up in the sweet, amazing tide of her release. She cried out his name. “Oh, Sin. Oh, God.”
So, this was pleasure, she thought, as her mind began to function again. How could Clayton have denied this to her, denied himself for all those years, but then again, she could never imagine allowing her dead husband to touch her like this. She wondered if she could let any other man touch her like this. It was impossible to imagine.
