Page 63 of The Allure Of Lord Devlin
Her body thrummed with impatience as he bent to remove his boots. Then her mouth dropped open as he pushed his breeches and the rest of his clothing down over his sculptured hips. Her breath hitched as she took in his naked body. Her gaze stayed riveted on his enormous jutting erection. “You are a… magnificent specimen, Lord Devlin,” she whispered.
He laughed softly, lifted his lashes, and captured her as she reached to stroke him. He wove his fingers through hers and pulled her into his arms. “I’m pretty sure you have nothing to compare me to, but I’m flattered.”
Her cheeks filled with heat, but she boldly turned around and lifted her hair out of the way, eager for him to proceed. His fingers set about unfastening her gown in the back. She felt her gown gape open, and he ran a finger down her spine.
“Why am I not surprised at your skill in undressing a lady?”
“You’ll be the only lady I undress from now on.”
His husky words sent her heart racing out of her chest. He gently slipped the gown off her shoulders. She moaned as his hands skimmed over her shoulders and he molded his palms to her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples.
Impatiently, Dharma wriggled out of her dress and watched with delight as Devlin tossed it on the floor, his eyes never leaving hers. Like a sinful Madonna, she rolled onto her back, adoring the way his eyes caressed every inch of her exposed skin.
His warm, sure hands moved up her calf, and past her stockings and garters. “They stay on,” he commanded.
Once he had her completely naked except for her stockings, he stood back, his chest heaving with desire. Under his lashes, his eyes devoured her, and she rose onto her elbows, crooking her finger and beckoning him.
He stood silent for a moment, continuing to drink her in before slowly joining her on the daybed. As he moved over her, Dharma discovered the powerful aphrodisiac of skin against skin.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispered. “I never thought I’d have love. I thought my father’s scandal would taint me forever and no woman would ever love me. So I locked my heart away.”
She drew in a sharp breath as the pain and irony of his words almost destroyed her. “You’re so easy to love. I loved you even when the words traitor’s son hung over your head.”
“And I’ll never forget that. You made it so easy for me to let my heart fly free, because it was safe in your hands.”
She watched as his head lowered to her breast as he opened his mouth. When he took hold of her and suckled, she closed her eyes and blocked out everything but his touch, his kiss, his body, hard and unyielding above her.
He moved and spread her open with his massive thighs. He rose onto his hands above her; she opened her eyes and watched him—watched them, their bodies joining and separating. He teased her to the edge of insanity with the tip of his cock, moving in short, provocative little strokes.
She lifted her hips, begging for more. “Yes, Devlin. Take me—make me yours.”
“All good things come to those who wait, my love.” But his ragged breath told her she was not the only one on the very edge.
Moving down over her body, he bent his head and tortured her woman’s petals with his clever tongue, laving and flicking and sucking her rigid nub until she was mindless. He was relentless in his quest to bring her pleasure. Again and again his wicked mouth brought her to the sheerest edge of climax, but when her moans heralded her oncoming release, he stopped, returned, and slipped the tip of his enormous member just a little deeper than before.
He teased her mercilessly. Letting her scale the cliff face, but never fly free. Wildness beat its drum in her blood, and she arched uncontrollably against him, her legs wrapping around his hips.
“Please, Devlin, for the love of God,” she groaned, tightening her arms until his hard chest chafed against her aching breasts.
In one swift movement, he plunged deep within her, the pain sharp, but it faded swiftly.
“Are you all right?” She felt him quiver above her. “So tight, so hot . . .”
“More, please.” Closing her eyes at the feel of him filling her so completely, she moved her hips, willing him to go deeper.
He needed no further encouragement. He kissed her lips and withdrew and re-entered her wet sheath at a quickening pace. She joined in, her hips matching his powerful thrusts, the frenzy of their desire shaking her very soul. She could not help the budding cries sounding from within her battered throat. Just when she felt her climax start, he slipped from between her thighs and lay back, pulling her atop him. He paused, panting hard. “I want to watch you come with me for the first time.”
She couldn’t think of anything more pleasurable as he lifted her hips and guided her down over the full length of him. He was deep inside her, buried to the hilt, and she felt every hard inch of him. His powerful hands grasped her hips as she rode him. When he slipped a finger between their joined bodies to touch her throbbing center, she shuddered and dropped her head back, quickening her pace.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped, watching her with dark, glittering eyes.
He reached up, caught her bouncing breasts in his hands, and then, with a ripple of stomach muscles, surged up and took one peaked nipple into his mouth. The feel of his rock-hard muscles rubbing against her mound tipped her over the edge, and she abandoned herself to her shattering climax as she screamed his name over and over and over . . . Then she was conscious of nothing except the exquisite feel of him deep within her—touching the edges of her womb.
Before her cries of passion had ebbed, he gave a rough growl and rolled her beneath him, only to possess her again. He grabbed her wrists and entwined her hands with his as he drove into her like a wild beast. She relished his frantic coupling, and she opened her legs wide and took everything he had to give. His muscles corded and tightened in his neck as he cried out and pulsed deep within her—he shuddered—and collapsed, sated in her arms.
He opened one eye. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head and stroked back his damp hair that covered his face.
