Page 72 of Seducing the Knave

Luscious heat. Velvety licks of flame.

She’d believed his hands to be magic but his tongue...his tongue and lips and that deep growly sound he made which vibrated over her sensitive flesh... It was divine. It was sinful. It was slowly, inexorably drawing her toward that pinnacle of pleasure she was so desperate to reach.

She rolled her hips in his hands as her sex ached for his deep, lush kiss. Her belly twisted and her hands gripped so hard to the scrolled edge of the headboard her knuckles were white.

He was relentless as he laved her folds with his tongue, seeking every secret before suckling her softened flesh, tugging with his lips. But when his mouth closed hot and demanding over her pulsing bud, drawing on her in rhythmic pulls as his tongue danced and twirled...she lost herself.

Her head fell back and she reached down with one hand to slide her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as she rocked herself against his mouth.

He groaned his pleasure and tightened his hands on her bottom. His strong fingers dug into her softness as he devoured her sex with his ravenous mouth.

Her release washed over her in a fierce and sparkling wave. Claiming her breath. Whirling through her core before rushing out to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her thighs shook and her belly trembled and from somewhere far away in her shattered consciousness, she heard Max muttering in his smoky cockney. Words of praise and promise interspersed with light, soothing kisses to her pulsing sex and inner thighs.

As she held firm to the solid wood of the bed frame, he eased out from beneath her. A moment later, she felt him behind her. On his knees, he curved over her back. Sliding one hand around her waist to splay supportively against her belly, he used the other hand to brush the thick fall of her hair to the side. Then he leaned forward to press warm kisses along her nape.

Tingles raced down her spine, giving rise to goose bumps and shivers. His mouth blazed a hot but gentle path down her neck to her shoulder as his other hand slid between her legs. All he did at first was cup her. Holding her still pulsing heat firmly in his hand. Until she began to squirm against him.

“Max?” His name slid from her throat in a breathy question.

His rain of kisses and the heady possession of his hands on her body—his erection hard and hot against her bottom—was awakening her once again. The longing for pleasure stirred inside her, shocking her with how deeply she could need it so quickly after such an explosive release.

“How do ye feel?” he murmured against her ear.

“Ruined,” she sighed.

His chuckle was warm and rich, stirring the fine curls at her nape. “Not yet, luv. But I intend to see ye fucking destroyed before the night’s through.”

His rough and wicked words sparked another flare of heat through her blood. She arched against him, instinctively seeking the scalding, smooth length of him.

A guttural moan caught in his throat. His hands tensed on her body and the edge of his teeth scored her shoulder.

She’d been utterly stunned to watch him pleasure himself last night. The sight had been...breathtaking. The play of muscles on his arms and rippling through his torso. The blatant carnal need in his expression. The gorgeous culmination. She imagined him now as he had looked in those final moments. His rakish features raw with need. His eyes glittering. The erotic clenching of his teeth.

She wanted to bring him to that state.

She was desperate to.

With a heady moan, she pressed her bottom against him.

“Ahh, princess. Are ye demanding me cock?” he asked against her dampened skin. At the same time, he shifted his hold on her sex, gliding his finger through her slick folds.

Elle held her breath. She wanted to answer him but every ounce of her attention was focused on the stroke of that finger.

“Are ye ready to take me, I wonder?”

His finger slid inside her. Then two.

Elle gasped and arched.

“Yer dripping with honey. And so hot. I...” His voice was raw with lust. Rough and thick and unlike anything she’d heard from him before.

Turning her head, she looked back at him and managed just a brief glimpse of wolfish eyes gleaming in the dark before he claimed her mouth in a deep, plunging kiss that mimicked the thrust of his fingers between her thighs.

Forceful. Dominating. Claiming.

Her body was his to command. Her mouth, his to plunder. Her pleasure. Her breath. The beat of her heart. All his.

Drawing his mouth from hers just enough to murmur against her lips, he muttered thickly, “I need to be inside ye. Here—” He curled his fingers against a spot that made her instantly weak and shaken. “I need to feel the beat of yer heart surrounding me.”

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