Page 42 of Seducing Sophia (Scholars of Seduction)

She held out her hand.

“Please,” she said. “I would like you to show me.”

His eyes widened. “Do you understand what you are saying?”

“Yes.”

“And you give me your consent?”

She nodded.

He drew her hand to his lips and kissed it, dipping his tongue between her fingers.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Adrian,” she said. “I am more sure of this than of anything else.” Their gazes locked and an unexpected shyness came over her. This man had kissed her intimately—in places she never thought a man would kiss a woman. And yet, in offering her body to him, she had never felt so self-conscious, as if she were baring her soul, as well as her body.

Her cheeks flaming, she broke their gaze and looked down. “You have yet to experience pleasure yourself,” she said. “It is only fair that you take your—enjoyment—tonight.”

“Oh, Sophia, you will be my undoing!” he cried. “I will not do anything you do not wish for, but I must warn you.”

A shiver of fear ran down her spine. “Warn me of what?”

His breathed in and his nostrils flared. “The scent of your desire is driving me mad with need,” he said. “There will come a point where I will be unable to stop, no matter how much I might wish to.”

“I won’t want you to stop,” she whispered. “I give you my consent, and my trust.”

“Then I shall use it wisely.”

She reached for the hem of her gown and lifted her skirt. But he caught her hand.

“No,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Let me.”

“But…”

He placed a finger on her lips. “Pleasure is not something to rush. We must savor it, slowly, like an exquisite meal.”

He leaned over her and brushed his lips against hers, punctuating every word with a kiss.

“Every….”

He kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Last…”

He flicked his tongue against the seam of her lips.

“Course.”

His mouth claimed hers with full force and he plunged his tongue in, devouring her, stroking the inside of her mouth. Strong, expert hands clasped the front of her gown and tugged at the material, exposing her breasts.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “Time for dessert.”

He dipped his head and placed a kiss on her chest.

“So smooth,” he said, his breath hot against her skin. “Your skin is like silk.” He brushed his hand across her breast and her skin tightened with want. With his thumb he flicked her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

“Do you like your dessert, Sophia?”

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