Page 71 of Seducing the Knave

There was something utterly captivating in the way his sharp, glittering gaze followed the movement of his hand. The furrow of his brow and the muscles of his jaw tensed with every inch of her skin he exposed. And the firm lines of his lips curled into something wicked and sensual.

Her insides tightened. Melted. Yearned.

When the nightgown caught on the full swell of her breast—just above the hardened peak—a low, barely perceptible sound rolled from his throat.

Her belly trembled.

He lifted his gaze back to hers and the stark and brutal intensity shining from the depths of his eyes stole her breath. She was mesmerized.

“Ye can change yer mind any time.” His voice was low and heavy.

Elle gave a quick shake of her head. Her whispered reply was quiet but firm. “I won’t.”

Holding her stare, he turned his hand to gently brush the backs of his knuckles over her tightening nipple. Once. Then again.

A ragged exhale slid from between her parted lips. Blood pulsed erratically through her veins. The sound of her own heartbeat drowned out all thought as the most beautiful sensations awakened in her body.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured thickly.

When she continued to stare down at him from beneath weighted eyelids—accepting his brief caress, shocking herself with how badly she hoped for more—that sensual twist of his lips deepened and his eyes darkened.

Delight and fear arced sharply through her.

He lifted his hand to delve his fingers into the thick fall of her hair then curled his large hand into a fist at the back of her head. “Give me a taste, luv.” His voice was a raw whisper as he pulled her down to him.

Tingling sparks of white-hot desire blasted through her. Her breasts crushed against his chest and her mouth landed roughly on his. Tongues met and tangled with sultry breaths. His fist in her hair tightened before he grasped roughly to her bottom and pulled her on top of him.

With his tongue thrusting into her mouth, he yanked her nightgown up to her waist and palmed the backs of her thighs to urge her to her knees. Following his direction, she straddled his hips, opening herself to him as he greedily massaged the plump fullness of her rear before sliding his fingers between her thighs.

She had no time to feel shock or vulnerability in the position. The confident, possessive glide of his fingers along her wet, heated flesh nearly undid her. She gasped and arched her spine, throwing her head back. His next stroke reached her swollen clitoris and he paused to circle the sensitive bud, wringing a ragged moan from her throat before she lowered her head to take his mouth in a kiss like those he’d given her. Open. Hot. Demanding.

And as she kissed him with passion and fire and a rising reckless hunger, her hips moved against his hand, seeking more. Always more.

When a gravelly chuckle rumbled through his chest, Elle was too caught up in the sensations laying waste to her body to become angry at his amusement, but she did lift her head enough to look into his glittering gaze.

What she saw there ensnared her like a silver net as she panted and writhed in response to his relentless pleasuring touch. Her breath caught and her belly twisted at the intensity of his gaze. It dove straight to the heart of her, where longing and lust swirled in a maddening emptiness.

“See how badly ye need me touch, luv,” he whispered thickly as his magic fingers stroked along her folds then pressed firmly to her clitoris. “This ain’t enough, is it?”

“No,” she answered readily between ragged breaths. “I want more.”

“So do I,” he grunted. Then, with a harsh sound of hunger, he whipped her nightgown up over her head. The second her breasts were fully bared, he lifted his head to draw one full peak deep into his mouth.

Elle moaned at the lush heat of it, the delicate, fiery swirl of his tongue, the shocking edge of his teeth. By the time he released her to make love to her other breast, she was rocking her hips in a desperate plea for the pleasure he’d given her last night. That deep, sparkling explosion. She could sense it nearing...hovering...ebbing and flowing just out of reach.

“Max,” she gasped as he sucked harshly on her breast, tugging at a feeling deep in her core.

With a hot flick of his tongue on her nipple, he muttered, “Tell me, luv. What do ye need of me?”

She rocked her hips against his hand, feeling how wet she’d become. How hot and aching. “I can’t...” she half sobbed in frustration. “I don’t know...”

His growl then was low and deep and dangerous.

He slipped his fingers from between her thighs and grasped her waist firmly in both hands, lifting her along his body until her knees bracketed his shoulders and his arms locked around her thighs like vises. She barely managed a gasp of shock before he gruffly ordered, “Grab the headboard.”

Then he palmed her bottom in his strong hands and slid lower between her spread thighs, bringing her to his mouth.

Elle’s entire body dissolved into pure sensation.

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