Page 43 of Seducing Sophia (Scholars of Seduction)

“Yes.”

“Would you like another helping?”

His mouth came down on her nipple and she drew in a sharp breath at the sensations of pleasure coursing through her body that almost overwhelmed her. His teeth grazed her skin and she cried out, then he soothed it with his tongue, before blowing on her skin, which cooled against the moisture from his mouth.

“Adrian…”

“Yes, my love,” he said, “say my name. I’ll have you screaming it before the night is done.”

He grasped her skirt and lifted it. “Lean back,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“But…”

“Trust me,” he growled. “Now, do as I bid.”

The dominant tone in his voice sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

“Yes, Colonel,” she breathed.

She leaned back against the keyboard and a discordant set of notes rang out.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Does it please you to be a soldier in my regiment?” he asked.

“Does it please you to command me?”

“It does—if it heightens the pleasure for both of us.”

He drew up her skirt and caressed her thigh, moving his hands upward until they reached their destination.

“I see it does please you to be commanded,” he said. With his hands he nudged her thighs apart, but she needed no encouragement. The urge to feel, once again, the pleasure at his touch was too strong to resist. She was powerless against him, driven by need.

He ran his finger along her center and pleasure swelled once more within her.

“Stay still,” he said. She relaxed against the keyboard, ignoring the crash of notes as her body pressed against the keys. The notes formed a rhythm, in time to the motion of his body as he ground himself against her. Seeking relief, she widened her legs farther.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

She nodded.

“Then close your eyes, all the better to feel the pleasure.”

She tipped her head back, exposing her throat, and closed her eyes. Almost at once, her senses heightened—the rustle of material, his breathing, which had deepened—and the strong, earthy scent of pure, primal, male need.

Then he grew still, except for the sound of his breathing. When she could bear it no more, she lifted her head.

“No,” he commanded. “Don’t open your eyes.”

She felt herself slipping against the keyboard and she reached out, grasping the piano to steady herself.

“Adrian, I…”

“Hush,” he said. “No speaking.”

He shifted his body, and she felt him against her, skin to skin, the hairs on his legs prickling against her thighs. Then he moved, and she felt his manhood, rigid and hot, against her flesh.

She reached out to touch him and he grasped her hand.

“No,” he said. “Not this time. There will be plenty of opportunities for us to try other things.”

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