Page 81 of Ravishing His Wicked Lady (The Shadows 4)

She closed her eyes, and Sebastian immediately wrapped her in a warm embrace.

He was infinitely gentle with her without a trace of pity. No other man had ever looked at her that way, and it allowed Lavinia to be bolder, more open with her own needs. But the deep-seated insecurity was not easy to shake.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he said gently, though his voice was hoarse with passion. His hot breath worried the wisps of hair framing her face.

His manhood poked at her belly, both exciting and terrifying her.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered back.

Sebastian eased her away and looked at her strangely. “That could never happen.”

Lavinia smiled, although it was probably more of a grimace. “You don’t know that. You don’t know what I look like. What it’d feel like,” she whispered.

“Do you?” His question was laced with something heavy, something Lavinia did not fully understand.

She shook her head.

“Then let’s learn this together.”

* * *

Sebastian burned to touch more of Lavinia’s skin. His fingertips tingled in anticipation, and his breaths were coming in huge gulps. He wanted to see her body, to bathe in the light of her form, to sink his fingers into her flesh and squeeze, caress her mounds and peaks.

Her chocolate-brown eyes turned darker with passion, her gaze beckoning him to move closer, to touch her all over, to claim her as his. Her lips were wet and puffy, her skin abraded with his stubble. He’d staked his claim on her, and he wasn’t about to stop.

Sebastian took her mouth with his and kissed her ardently. He licked the silky corners of her mouth, urging her to respond. And when she did, he felt as though he was floating among the stars, on the precipice of bliss.

His earthly body hardened uncomfortably, and he couldn’t deny the need he had to enter her flesh.

He wanted Lavinia.

He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything.

His fingers traveled to the bodice of her shift, and he trailed the skin above, dying to dip his fingers inside, rip the cloth in two, and liberate her lovely flesh.

But she looked at him with eyes so vulnerable he didn’t dare risk frightening her.

Instead, he dipped his head and kissed her nipple through the fabric of her shift. He licked the little hardened tip, and Lavinia instantly arched against him, feeding him more of her body.

Sebastian opened his mouth further, licking her, drawing circles with his tongue, as Lavinia writhed beneath him, moaning, begging for a release.

She was so passionate and so pliant in his arms. Her body, soft and biddable, was made for pleasure. And that’s what he wanted to teach her. He wanted to bring her to the heights of pleasure where she’d never been before.

His hand inched down, exploring the expanse of her rounded belly, the soft curves of her waist. Lavinia ran her hand up his arms, chasing goosebumps with her touch.

With a groan, Sebastian lowered his mouth to hers, feasting on her lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, caressing, tugging. It was a sensual dance of lips against lips, tongue against tongue, hands against skin.

Their bodies moved in rhythm to their kiss, arching and retreating, touching, feeling, thrusting.

Sebastian’s hand traveled lower and cupped her between her legs through the shift. Lavinia gasped, and Sebastian plunged his tongue inside, claiming her mouth just like his fingers claimed her quim.

He caressed and circled her feminine lips through the wet fabric of her shift, playing with her swollen nub, making her writhe beneath him in agonizing passion.

She breathed his name, her fingers curling into the flesh of his shoulders, her legs falling open wider.

Her scent drove him wild, making him crave her taste.

He ran his finger up and down, spreading the moisture and exploring her silky skin. He reached the apex of her sex and circled it. Lavinia moaned and raised her hips. Sebastian kept circling it as he held her down and watched her face.

She was thrusting in bed, her hair spread across the pillow, her face the grimace of passion. Her hips started lifting and falling in time with his motions.

Her moans became short and rhythmic. He could feel she was on the precipice of pleasure.

Sebastian growled and removed his hand.

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