Page 75 of Educated By the Earl (Second Sons of London 1)

Spencer used his thumbnails to tease her nipples and then flicked his tongue along one. Tessa gasped. He pushed her gown lower until his tongue reached the nipple, toying with it as he flicked it back and forth. She clutched his shoulders and murmured something as he took the tight bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Her body jerked and trembled and he sucked even harder. He felt her hips move and wanted nothing more than to bury himself within her. But he wouldn’t.

He would merely continue the lesson in love.

As he continued devouring her breast, his fingers slid down her hips to her thighs, stroking them. Tessa squirmed now and he abandoned her breast, kissing his way back up to her lips. This time, he sucked on the lower one, then bit into it. She moaned and clutched him. He continued his assault on her mouth as he maneuvered her gown higher, wanting to touch the tender flesh beneath it. Finding her thigh, he glided his fingers up and down it, each time moving closer to his final goal.

He touched her sex and she broke the kiss.

“Oh!”

Spencer gazed at her, seeing her eyes darkened to a deep blue that was almost black.

“Oh, is right, my love.”

As he gazed into her eyes, he moved a finger teasingly back and forth across the seam of her sex. Her eyes widened as he pushed a finger inside.

“Oh!” she repeated, blinking rapidly.

He smiled wolfishly. “Oh, again.”

When she averted her glance, he said, “No. Look at me.”

Her gaze met his again and he began moving his finger, allowing another to join it. He had her pinned against the tree now, his body pressed to hers, his fingers stroking long and deep.

“What are you doing?” she managed to get out.

“Giving you pleasure. Making you come.”

“Come?” she asked and sucked in a quick breath.

“It is called orgasm. I plan to give you many of them.”

“Oh!”

He grinned.

And found the sweet bud. Though he longed to taste it, he didn’t want to frighten her with too much passion. His fingers would be enough. Spencer rolled his finger against it and began a circular motion. Tessa began moving against him, moaning, then bucking against his hand. He increased the pressure and then the pace, seeing she was close.

“Give in to it,” he urged. “Take a leap of faith and jump off that precipice.”

She did.

A cry came from her lips and he captured her mouth with his, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth as she moved against him. He felt her tighten, squeezing his fingers, the tremors pulsating as she bucked against him.

“Yes,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Fly, Tessa. Fly!”

Finally, she ceased moving, growing limp. He removed his hand from under her skirts and took her waist again, holding her in place as he ravaged her mouth a final time. Never had Spencer wanted to consume a woman as he did Tessa. She was life itself to him. He had to have her.

And he would.

Breaking the kiss, he studied her and then commanded, “Open your eyes.”

She did so, the blue depths blazing even as she wore a dazed expression.

“You are mine now, Tessa. No one else’s.”

She nodded.

“I want you to say it.”

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