Page 51 of Secrets of the Marriage Bed
His arms encircled her, one hand cupping her breast, the other splayed possessively on her belly, while he nuzzled at her nape, sending shivers down her spine.
Desire shimmered hot through her veins, warming her skin, pulsing low in her belly. She moaned with the pleasure of it and rolled to face him.
The light from the candle on the bedside table cast shadows over his face, hiding his thoughts, but showing her the gleam of a smile as he stroked the back of his fingers over her cheekbone, along the curve of her ear, across her jaw, to rest the pad of his thumb against her lower lip.
A shudder of pleasure ran through her. A simple touch and she melted.
‘Warmer?’ he asked softly.
He knew the answer, the wicked tease. She was on fire from the inside out.
‘Much,’ she managed to whisper breathlessly against the pressure of his digit.
In retaliation for teasing, she opened her mouth and licked, tasting the slight flavour of salty skin, then bit down hard enough to cause him to hiss in a breath.
He flexed his hips and she felt his hardness against her thigh. ‘Do that again and I may have to devise a punishment,’ he murmured, his voice low and deeply erotic.
Her insides clenched at the prospect of what such delicious punishment might entail. She grazed his thumb with her teeth. ‘You should know better than to dare me, Your Grace.’
He rose up on his elbow. ‘Always a surprise,’ he said, amusement in that dark velvety voice. His mouth descended upon hers, wooing, gentle, when her primal urge demanded a show of strength.
She nipped at his lower lip.
On a sharp indrawn breath, he came over her, pinning her hands beside her head and taking her mouth with the ruthlessness she needed. He slid one thigh between hers, pressing down on the place where her body ached for his touch.
Their mouths melded. Their tongues duelled, the silken slide sending stabs of pleasure to her core where the pressure he applied only served to drive her need higher.
Slowly, teasingly, he withdrew his tongue, encouraging her to follow into the hot recess of his mouth. He tasted of toothpowder and promised bliss. She fell into the darkness of heady sensation. Teasing him, leading him to taste her once more. As her tongue retreated, he closed his teeth gently. She stilled, expecting the pain of a bite. He suckled.
Sparks of sensation shot through her body, pleasure so painful it left her weak. She moaned and writhed beneath his weight, trying to capture the beckoning climax.
Lingeringly, he raised his head, gazing down into her face, his eyes hot and wild and slumberous. ‘More?’
She groaned. ‘More.’
‘Ah,’ he said, smiling. ‘Is it not manners to say please?’
He was tormenting her on purpose. Her fists clenched, but while his grip was not painful on her wrists, it allowed her no freedom of movement and right at that moment she felt the need to dig her fingernails in those powerful shoulders, or bite the chin just out of reach.
‘Please,’ she gasped, grinding her hips against that blissfully hard thigh.
He avoided the movement and grinned. ‘No cheating.’
A growl rose in her throat. She bared her teeth, reduced to little more than a feral creature by his teasing. ‘Please,’ she managed to say again.
He hastened to remove her nightgown. Then he dipped his head and licked up the valley between her breasts, nuzzling his nose against the fullness, circling her nipple with his tongue, first one, then the other, sensations that drove her wild, while she gazed at the beautiful gold of his thick hair, not sure if she wanted to run her fingers through the silken strands or tug them out of his head for teasing her so.
His mouth closed, hot and wet, over her nipple, his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, biting...almost but not. Promising pleasurable pain, but not quite...delivering.
Her inner muscles clenched wildly, gentle ripples of pleasure spreading outwards, teasing tormenting little flutters that were a prelude to the grand finale.
‘Alistair,’ she gasped.
He suckled on her nipple.
The bond holding her down stretched and tightened. ‘I need you,’ she begged him, restlessly churning beneath him, trying to get his attention with her hips, with her voice. ‘Now. Please, Alistair. I need you inside me.’
He turned his attention to the other breast, leaving her gasping and melting and wanting.
