Page 64 of Seducing the Knave

Max had always enjoyed withholding pleasure. Knowing he could make a lover desperate for an orgasm only he could provide intensified his own experience in a way that went far deeper than the obvious sexual satisfaction.

He’d intended to do that with Elle. Just the thought of her sweet voice sliding from proud and commanding to soft and pleading as she begged him to fuck her—to finally give her the release her body needed—made his cock throb with a delicious kind of pain. But now that he had her writhing beneath him, gasping and panting, he wanted to see her come. He needed to give her the pleasure she so desperately craved. And he couldn’t wait.

The taste of her desire as he stroked her mouth with his tongue, the catches in her breath, and the desperate rocking of her hips made him harder than he’d ever been. Even if he’d wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to keep himself from grinding his throbbing erection into the mattress as he stroked and strummed her elegant, pouty folds.

When her breath shortened sharply and her jaw grew taut, he released her mouth.

Her eyes were tightly closed and her lips glistened from his kiss. The pink flush in her cheeks suggested she was rapidly becoming caught up in the throes of her approaching orgasm.

But he wanted more from her.

He thrust a second finger into her luscious heat.

Her thick lashes fluttered and she whimpered softly then bowed her spine. Tossing her head to the side, she raked her fingernails down his back and her short, panting breath puffed against his throat.

Max sucked in a deep breath but his chest was too tight. The lust inside him was shockingly intense, but as he watched the effects of her pleasure transforming Elle’s flawless features, something elusive and extraordinary twisted through him. Something that stopped his breath and tugged sharply at his core.

But his mind was too dulled by passion, and before he could even think to analyze the feeling, Elle opened her eyes.

The soft blue pools glimmered with desire and swirled with rising need. Her lips parted as though she wished to speak but all she could manage was a series of short panting gasps.

Max’s stomach tightened and his cock throbbed in need of release as he recognized the look of a woman on the edge of climax. He’d seen such a look countless times before, but he’d never experienced the core-twisting pleasure he felt as he acknowledged that he was about to give Elle exactly what she needed.

“It’s yers, luv,” he murmured, staring into those gorgeous eyes. “There fer the taking. That deep, desperate pleasure ye feel twisting inside ye is already yers. Ye just have to claim it.”

He barely finished speaking before her lashes fluttered, her body went taut, and her breath caught on a half sob. The light that flashed in her eyes was one of shock then wonder then pure beautiful surrender.

Max guided her through the breath-stealing orgasm with warm, gentle kisses and the easy glide of his fingers until her inner flutters eased to a deep and subtle pulse. Then he carefully withdrew from her body as her thighs trembled and a gasp slid from her lips.

The scent of her pleasure filled the air, his racing heartbeat thundered in his ears, and his cock throbbed so hard he feared spending against the mattress.

With a groan, he fell back onto the bed, immediately lowering his hand to grasp his erection through the material of his breeches. Closing his eyes, he breathed hard through his nose, fighting the urge to brutally stroke himself toward culmination.

But it seemed the harder he resisted, the more intensely he needed.

Against his greater intention, he released the fastenings and freed his throbbing erection. He couldn’t prevent himself from sliding his fist up to brush his thumb over the slit at the tip, where a drop of spend had already gathered. Stroking back down to the base, he tightened his fist in a punishing grip. His spine tingled and his balls ached with swiftly building pressure as another drop of moisture formed on the tip.

Elle drew in a soft, swift inhale.

Was she watching him?

She was probably shocked as hell by his driving need to pleasure himself, but he was a depraved son of a bitch and he didn’t give a damn. Imagining her soft blue eyes wide and curious and focused upon his cock only increased his need for release. He began to stroke himself with purpose, tensing his buttocks to rock his hips with each pump of his fist. The pleasure coiled sharp and fast, gathering and pushing toward the impending explosion.

This wasn’t going to take long.

Though Elle’s breath had started to slow after her own release, he now heard it quicken again. He opened his heavy-lidded eyes and turned his head just enough to see that she’d rolled to her side, facing him. One arm cradled her head, and the other hand was fisted against the mattress between them.

Her lips were parted and glistening and the pulse at the side of her throat fluttered wildly as she stared down at where his hand moved along his length in a forceful rhythm. Seeing the evidence of her fascination and lingering arousal, he groaned and stopped stroking to grasp himself tightly once again. His length throbbed in pain at the denial, but he held fast.

Her eyes flew up to meet his, bright and full of shock. Then her tongue snuck out to roll against her bottom lip.

That was it.

The pleasure forced past his resistance in a glorious rushing wave that bowed his back and trapped a growl deep in his throat. Her wide blue gaze was enraptured as the hot arc of his spend shot across his stomach and chest. And though her lashes fluttered and a soft little gasp slipped past her lips, she did not look away until his body was fully spent and air filled his lungs in a swift and heavy inhale.

As his sanity slowly returned, Max couldn’t conjure even a small measure of shame for performing such an act under the gaze of a woman who’d been innocent until this night. Not after such an intense orgasm. Not while the scent of her pleasure and his own mingled in the air and her eyes still roamed over his sweat-coated body.

When her stunned gaze lifted finally to meet his again, he couldn’t keep the curl of satisfaction from his lips. “All right, luv?”

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