Page 62 of Seducing the Knave

His eyes flashed. “I fucking love the way ye look at me.”

Then he dipped his head to draw the peak of her breast still covered by the thin chemise harshly into his mouth.

Elle arched beneath him, her gasp sharp as she gripped his biceps, curling her fingernails into the bulging muscles. He gave a low hum and suckled her deeper, then swirled his tongue hotly over the sensitive peak, triggering an arc of pleasure that shot straight to her core. She rolled her hips, seeking a pressure she instinctively knew would ease the torment growing inside her.

“Ah...yer bloody perfect, ye are.” His heated breath flowed across her peaked nipple, spearing her with more sensation.

As he shifted to cover her other breast with his hot, talented mouth, a heavy moan rose up through her throat, but the sound cut off when he reached between her legs to cup her firmly in his large hand.

Her gasp flew through her entire body.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Ye’re already wet and so fucking hot. Ye’re gonna burn me to a cinder, ain’t ye, princess?”

His cockney was thick with lust and the textured, guttural tones inspired a flood of liquid heat through her body.

His muscles tensed and bulged under her hands as he slowly stroked his fingers along her sensitive folds, gliding through her silken moisture. A ragged groan slid from his throat before he sealed his mouth to the curve of her neck. An array of new sensations spun through her, making her feel wild and wicked. As though she’d somehow become someone else entirely in his arms, beneath the magic of his hands and mouth.

What was he doing to her? And how could she make sure he never stopped?

As his fingers slid along her sex again, she tilted her hips, instinctively seeking something deeper.

Instead, he stilled, pressing his fingers against her entrance. Holding them there.

“What do ye want, luv?” His grey eyes flickered silver in the darkness and his words drifted like velvet over her nipple. Teasing her with the promise of his hot mouth.

She desperately wanted him to take her breast again. She wanted him to move his fingers and ease the growing ache inside her. She wanted his weight atop her. She wanted...

She wanted.

But she couldn’t speak. The pressure inside her was too great, the lovely fog in her brain too thick.

He gave a rough little chuckle, and for the first time, his amusement didn’t annoy her. But then he slid his wet fingers to the swelling bud at the apex of her sex and gave a firm, circling caress before withdrawing his hand from between her thighs.

She tensed as a moan of resistance rolled up from her core, feeling as though she was being punished. And then he confirmed it.

“If ye won’t tell me yer desires, I’ll just have to satisfy mine.” He lifted his hand to grasp the top edge of her chemise. “And right now, I’d kill to see these beauties.”

With one tug, he bared both breasts to his brilliant gaze. His breath left his lungs in a rush, as though forced out of him. Then he slowly began to shake his head. “Bloody hell, yer a goddamn dream,” he murmured hotly before he grasped the fullness of one breast and lifted it toward his devouring mouth.

“Oh God,” Elle sighed. Pressing her head back into the pillow, she arched her spine to offer herself more fully to his deep sucking caress. While his strong fingers pressed into her softness, he sucked and pulled at her flesh, then flicked his hot tongue over the hardened nipple, then nipped with his teeth. Every new sensation intensified the sparks of pleasure shooting through her until he drew her deep into the heat of his mouth with a rich, rumbling hum.

“Do ye like me mouth on yer lovely breasts?”

She moaned her answer.

“Where else do ye want it?”

Her belly trembled and her breath came short at the flashing image of his lips and tongue and teeth caressing every inch of her body.

“Mmm, yer thinking of it,” he muttered gruffly in approval. “But I need ye to tell me.”

She struggled to form the words—any words—that might get him to put his mouth on her again. She honestly didn’t care where.

“Come now, princess, ye won’t convince me ye don’t know how to order people about. Tell me what ye want,” he demanded again, his voice hard and deeply sensual at the same time.

Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she pushed air through her lungs. “I want you to touch me,” she whispered.

“Where?”

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