Page 18 of The Allure Of Lord Devlin
“If you marry me, we can be wicked together every day.”
She could feel how wet he was making her, and his hands hadn’t even touched her yet. When the touch of his fingers finally came, the beguiling strokes raised a throbbing need inside her that built and grew until her legs shook.
His tongue traced a molten path closer to the apex between her thighs, leaving a cool trail behind; elsewhere her skin was hot with feverish need. His unhurried movements fed her impatience. She let out another enraptured moan as his tongue swept closer to the part of her that desperately wanted his attention.
Just as she felt his warm breath at her core, he suddenly drew back. She looked down. Her skirts were around her waist, and she couldn’t see what he was looking at. But the cool air told her he was enthralled at the sight of her feminine flesh, naked to his possessive gaze. He reached out and ran a finger over her glistening womanhood and then raised his wet finger to his mouth. She could see it covered in her juices. He sucked it and licked his lips.
“Can you imagine letting any other man take such liberties?” He didn’t hide the hint of smug male satisfaction in his voice.
She could barely shake her head.
She should have felt ashamed, but she didn’t. She’d never experienced her feminine sexuality before; yet, he only had to look at her and she grew wet, but wet for him alone. It was as if her body knew who this man was to her.
She spread her legs wider, biting her lip to stop herself from begging him to continue kissing her.
Finally, after one more lingering look, he leaned forward and touched her with his tongue, just lightly caressing her. Her body recognized the sensation and she pushed her hips forward, begging for more.
His hands encircled her buttocks, pulling her down and then upward to give his mouth better access. Devlin knew exactly where and how to touch her to prolong her pleasure. She’d never ever felt anything like it and she was sure she was about to faint from the heightened sensations sweeping over her. She held herself up by pushing her palms flat against the door at her back, hoping her knees didn’t give out.
Her breathing grew ragged. She no longer cared whether anyone found them. She wriggled closer, urging him on. His tongue stabbed deep within her, making her shudder. Her head fell and hit the wood of the sturdy door at her back. Her flesh seemed to burn; a heat was consuming her from the inside.
It was almost too much to endure, yet she prayed he’d never stop. Her eyes widened in anticipation of what was yet to come; then she closed them tightly as her climax ripped through her. His tongue lapped at her, making it last, drawing out each shuddering sensation until, if he had not risen and gripped her waist, she would have slipped to the floor so satiated that she couldn’t move.
Before she could gather herself together, he tipped her head up and took her mouth in a deep, searching kiss. His tongue swept in so she could taste herself on his lips. Her arms crept around his neck and he pulled her in close to him. He lifted her into his arms and stumbled to a chair near a low burning fire. He continued to kiss her as if he’d die without her. Dharma cuddled against his hard chest, sitting in his lap, wishing they could stay like this all night.
Finally, Devlin took pity on her, and while he stopped kissing her lips, he couldn’t quite remove them from her silky skin as he kissed down her neck. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of her. His cock throbbed in his breeches, but he didn’t care. By the end of the year, she would be his wife and he could make love to her whenever he wanted. She would never have allowed him such liberties if she had not already decided to marry him. That thought scared and thrilled him. He could not fathom why?
“How many women have you brought into this room?” At his surprised look, she added, “You knew exactly where it was and that the door latch was locked from the inside.”
ChapterFive
“Not the question I was expecting,” he dryly replied.
“You promised to share. This is my question for today.”
“I won’t lie. I have brought a few women to this room, but none of them were you.” A smile broke over her lips. “And you’re the first woman I have brought to this room intending to marry. I hope you know I would never dishonor a young, virginal miss.”
She cupped his cheek. “Honor is your middle name.”
“Now it’s my turn to ask a question.” He felt her tense in his arms. Annoyance hit. He wasn’t about to ask her to marry him again, but the idea she didn’t want him to after what they had just shared irked him. “What do you think of Hawthorne’s attention to Rosemary?”
She relaxed in his arms and nodded her head. “It is a tad worrying, is it not? Lord Whetton is so against the match, yet I feel Hawthorne’s admiration for Rosemary is genuine. I suppose you are concerned at how far Whetton will go to prevent a match and if Hawthorne will stand by his convictions or bow to his father’s will?”
“What do you think Hawthorne will do?”
“I think, if he loves Rosemary, he will stand by her. If you truly love someone, you’d do anything to protect them. Doesn’t love conquer all?”
“I wouldn’t know.” He understood Marigold had obviously not loved him. What he still tried to understand was whether he had really loved her, or if he had simply wanted a shoulder to lean on, someone to console him regarding the situation his father found himself in.
He’d never had that shoulder. His father died and he was left to pick up the pieces of their ruined lives.
Dharma merely said, “I just hope Lord Whetton sees the depth of his son’s conviction and decides not to interfere.”
“I doubt that. It’s as if my father’s treason was a personal affront to the man.” Whetton had been one of his father’s closest friends and Whetton took his betrayal of the country and all they stood for personally. He didn’t even try to believe his father was innocent.
“Or Whetton has something to hide.” That thought had crossed Devlin’s mind, too. “We should get back. People will talk about our absence,” Dharma said as she pushed out of his arms and stood to straighten her skirts.
“If a scandal erupts from our behavior tonight, we will have to announce our engagement. I won’t have my family’s honor tarnished further.”
