Page 93 of Enticing the Devil

Her moan nearly killed him.

Tightening his arm around her, he stepped her forward, until her upper thighs bumped against the edge of his desk. Trailing his lips over her nape, he palmed one of her perfect breasts. The firm peak of her nipple burned his palm as she arched her back and pressed her bottom more firmly against him.

Any thoughts of retaining control of the need roaring through him had fled the second he’d seen her there. Nothing in the world could keep him from touching her, kissing her, consuming her.

When she tried to turn in his arms and lift her mouth to his, he stopped her with a low growling sound of denial. Then he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and pressed her hands flat to the top of the desk. She whimpered softly, but when he urged her hands farther along the desktop, forcing her to bend forward, she did not resist.

With a final biting kiss to the side of her throat, he grasped the material of her robe and nightgown and swept it up to her hips, baring her gorgeous legs and shapely arse. Holding the material there with a hand pressed to the dip of her lower spine, he dropped to his knees behind her.

As his warm, heavy breath bathed the creamy nakedness of her perfect bottom, her thighs trembled. And Beynon’s stomach twisted with delicious hunger.

After ensuring her skirts would stay up and out of the way, he smoothed his hands down to the delicate bones of her ankles then back up to the crease beneath her buttocks, where his thumbs rested, holding her still as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the center of first one warm cheek then the other.

Her gasps were short, desperate sounds. He could feel the anticipation vibrating through her body. He could smell it—musky and sweet.

Reaching up, he pressed his hand to her back again, urging her to bend more fully over the desk. After just a second of hesitation, she did so. The deeper position tilted her hips and exposed the deep rose of her luscious folds.

Beynon’s breath stopped and his blood thundered. With shaking hands, he urged her to widen her stance. She made a soft sound of question, but she did as he wanted.

She was gorgeous. Glistening and dusky pink.

Massaging her trembling thighs, he leaned forward to place a kiss first to the very base of her spine. Then he dipped his head and gave a suckling kiss to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The sounds she made deep in her throat slipped through him like liquid desire—thick, sultry, and full of promise.

Unable to deny himself any longer, he grasped the full flesh of her hips in both hands and sealed his open mouth to her sex.

Her body jolted at the first feel of his tongue along her flesh. His next lick slipped deeper between the folds as he sought the source of her honeyed desire. As her knees threatened to buckle, he tightened his grip, holding her firmly against the edge of the desk, using his tongue to soften her flesh and tease her to a heightened sensitivity. Then he suckled and nipped at the satiny folds of her sex, leaving nothing untouched. He tended to her swollen little bud with teasing flicks that quickened her breath before he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into her heated core.

And finally, when her body shook and bucked with every thrust of his tongue and his cock ached with the need to be buried within her, he gave one last sucking kiss to her clit. The cry she released was thick with pleasure and it nearly broke him.

Rising to his feet, he held her in place with one hand on her low back while he opened his breeches with the other. As soon as his cock was freed, he guided it into her ready body. Her hot, wet channel gripped him, holding him as a faint fluttering began in her inner muscles.

She was going to climax. And he wasn’t far behind.

He withdrew swiftly and plunged forward again. Then once more, before she gave a soft cry and tensed sharply beneath him. Slowing his thrusts to a deep, gentle rocking, he guided her through the pulsing rhythm of her release until her body softened and a deep sigh emptied her lungs. Then he pulled himself slowly free of her grasping sheath, until just the tip of him kissed her opening.

He took a breath there, trying to slow his heart rate, trying to convince himself he was still in control.

But the woman wouldn’t allow it.

With a deliberate tip of her pelvis and a quick push back, she reclaimed him and he was lost. A guttural groan escaped through his clenched teeth as he plunged forward once again. The climax he’d been trying to resist tore through him like an explosion. No corner of his existence was left untouched as pleasure destroyed everything in its path as his body shuddered through the release.

When awareness finally returned, he looked down to see his hands gripping hard enough to her hips they’d likely leave bruises. Her legs shook against his thighs as she remained bent over his desk. Her hands were curled tightly around the far edge and her pale blonde hair lay in a tangle around her. He could see a fine sheen of sweat on her face and her breath came fast. Teeth marks were evident in the soft cushion of her bottom lip.

Though he would have liked to stay buried in her warmth for all eternity, he forced himself to withdraw from her body.

Her soft whimper had him cursing himself for his roughness.

If he’d hurt her in his passion, he’d never forgive himself. But as soon as he left her, she tried to push her hips back toward him again, as though she regretted his absence.

Beynon quickly pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his coat and wiped away the moisture from between her thighs. As he tucked himself back into his breeches, she slowly straightened. But her knees wobbled and she swayed as her skirts fell to cover her legs.

Though touching her again would be a torturous test to his endurance, he took her waist in his hands anyway. Steadying her as she turned to face him. An insistent voice in his head shouted a warning not to look into her face, but he couldn’t heed it.

The rich, swirling color of her bold feminine stare stopped his breath.

There was so much intensity there. So much power and certainty. And though he could see the storm building in the blue and green, could see the sparks illuminating her gaze, he didn’t release her.

With her legs still shaking, she leaned her hips back against the desk and braced her hands on either side. But the angle of her chin as she looked up at him was confident and full of pride. There was also an unmistakable hint of accusation in her eyes.

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