Page 82 of Heartbreaker of the Ton
She let out a soft cry at the wicked pulse of need in her center and shifted her legs to ease the rising ache between her thighs. He withdrew, and her skin tightened as cool air rippled across her breast.
“Am I not doing it right?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “Does it not please you?”
She smiled up at him. “I have never felt such pleasure before.”
“B-but it’s not your first—”
She placed her finger on his lips once more. “Hush, my love,” she said. “Let us not speak of that. Today might be your first time, but in essence it’s mine also. We must find our pleasure together.”
“Then…” He lifted his eyebrows in question.
“You must do what gives you pleasure.”
“And your pleasure?” he asked.
“I will take pleasure in knowing that you are taking yours.”
She reached behind to unlace her sash, but he caught her hand.
“No, my love,” he whispered. “I believe I may take pleasure in undressing you myself.”
He rose to his feet and pulled her to hers. Then slowly, reverently, he unlaced her gown and peeled off her garments until she stood before him clad only in her stockings.
“Might I return the favor?” she whispered.
His answer was a low whimper, and she leaned toward him to remove his jacket, her breath hitching as her nipples hardened against the rough woolen fabric. She hesitated before fumbling at the buttons of his breeches. His hardened manhood strained against the material, then sprang free as his breeches fell to the floor, seeming to thicken under her gaze.
He took her hand and led her to the sofa, pushing her back until she lay before him.
He claimed her mouth, gently at first, slipping his tongue between her lips, then more insistently, a groan reverberating through his body as he curled his tongue around hers, drawing it into his mouth before sweeping across her mouth, as if he sought to devour her.
Then he withdrew and kissed the corner of her mouth, flicking his tongue along her skin until he reached her chin, where he left a trail of kisses along her throat, toward her collarbone, and, finally, the tops of her breasts.
“Does that give you pleasure?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh…yes!”
She let out a cry as he clamped his mouth over her nipple and suckled deeply, drawing it into his mouth. He grazed his teeth over the bud, and she cried out again, arching her back as the exquisite nip of pain sent a bolt of pleasure through her.
“No! Do not stop!” she cried as he moved to withdraw, and she buried her hands in his hair to hold his head to her breast.
He let out a groan, like a man starved. As he laved her nipple, his hand gave her other breast the same loving attention, flickingthe bud to a throbbing peak, until the twin sensations drove all rational thoughts from her mind, leaving only pure, base instinct.
The ache in her center continued to build, forming a dull, thick pulse, and she shifted her legs to ease it, but to no avail.
He shifted position, and her body sighed as he eased himself on top of her.
“M-may I…?” His voice, though thick with lust, bore a note of shyness that cleaved her soul in two.
“Yes,” she cried. “Please!”
He relaxed, molding his body against hers, caressing her form with his hands, running his fingertips across her exquisitely sensitized nipples. Pleasure threaded through her as he swept his hands across her flesh, and her body tightened, as if it knew what it wanted. She shifted her thighs apart, her flesh slick with moisture, as his fingertips moved toward the center of her need, where the thick nest of curls concealed that secret place she’d dared not touch.
Then she felt him—iron hard and hot, pulsating against her thigh.
Shame threatened to overcome her at how she’d once bared herself to the man who disgusted her, for her own gain—for his title. But the beautiful man before her now, who was worshipping her—lovingher—did not merely seek his own gratification. He sought a union of their souls.
His breathing grew shallow as he slipped his fingertips into her curls, toward the center of her need, and her body clenched in anticipation, shuddering and trembling, as if holding back a huge wave of…
