Page 54 of A Virgin to Tame the Duke
“Last time was not how I intend this to go,” he said, his hands busying themselves behind her back, unbuttoning her dress. “This time, I will worship you as you deserve to be worshipped.”
The air was cool against her skin as he helped her from her dress and removed her stays, her chemise, until she was utterly revealed to him. At first, her hands twitched, wanting to cover herself from his gaze, but the heat in his eyes convinced her to lie as she was, exposed in every way.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth. He made his way down her neck to her collarbones and down toward her breasts. “These, I like,” he said, flicking his tongue across her nipple. She gasped. “Yes, these I like a great deal. I could spend days exploring them.” Without thinking, Charlotte arched her back into his caress, and he rewarded her by palming the other breast as he sucked on the first.
“And you are so very responsive,” he murmured. “You have no idea how much I love it.” Charlotte had an idea, considering how much she had enjoyed it when he had responded to her touches, but she found herself without words when he slid one hand to the precious place between her legs.
“As for this,” he said, kissing and licking down her navel. “This part of you I have been most eager to explore.”
“Aaron—”
He paused and looked up at her with unexpected gentleness in his face. “I will not hurt you, Charlotte. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
“Then allow me to show you the meaning of making love.” He moved until he was between her legs and pressed a hot kiss to her inner thigh. “I want to see you squirm,” he said and flicked his tongue across the slickness at the apex of her legs. The rush of pleasure was both heated and intense enough that she gasped. She had not thought it could feel like this. His fingers had been one thing but having his tongue enter such a sacred place was a level of intimacy she had been wholly unprepared for.
Yet it felt better than she could ever have imagined. Arousal sank in her lower stomach as his tongue drew such calculated pleasure from her and a single finger slipped inside her.
Charlotte cried out and writhed her hips against him. More, more, more. It wasn’t enough though it was more than she could ever have imagined. She was flying, borne on wings that carried her inexorably toward the sun. Hotter and hotter, brighter and brighter, until every movement of his tongue brought her close enough that she might shatter.
Aaron chuckled against her and stilled his fingers. Even the feel of his lips moving against her threatened to unravel the last of her self-control.
“Please,” she said though she hardly knew what she was begging for. That mythicalmoreshe craved—more that only he could grant her. And in this moment, she was prepared to do anything to find it—anything at all. She would beg and plead. She would degrade herself in every degree if he would only give her the pleasure she needed.
When he didn’t move, she ground against him once more, the delightful rasp of his skin bringing her closer to the edge once again. Her breath hitched.
“Patience, Lottie,” he said, a smile to his voice. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I do not wish to wait,” she gasped. “Please, Aaron.”
“I love it when you say my name,” he growled and thrust his finger inside, crooking it against her, the insistent movement, combined with the slick heat of his tongue, all she needed.
She broke, every last piece of her scattering with the heat that exploded up her body. Distantly, she knew she cried out, and that he smothered her cries with his mouth as she shuddered against his hand.
Once he had rung every last bit of pleasure from her, he moved his body up so he was covering hers with his, and he brushed her hair from her face.
“There,” he said tenderly. Charlotte hardly felt like there could be more to their intimacy than that, but as he moved against her, his naked body matching hers and slotting against it perfectly, the heat of skin against skin awoke that part of her she hadn’t thought she would find again after the limp satisfaction he had granted her. The hot rod she had all but forgotten about with the practiced caresses of her hand, throbbed against her leg once more.
She looked up at him. “There’s more?” she asked, half a statement, half a question. She knew there must be more than this because although she had achieved completion, she was not certain he had experienced the same heady heights, but she wasn’t entirely sure what the more than this would entail.
“There is,” he confirmed, “but it may hurt.”
She reached up to rub her nose against his, the gesture almost second nature though she would not have previously thought to behave in such a way. “I trust you.”
“I will do all I can not to hurt you for long,” he promised, reaching between them to position himself at her entrance. “I will be gentle.”
His every muscle strained as he nudged her entrance. Yet more of that desire flooded through her. No wonder she had been so warned of the dangers of men such as this—her experiences with Aaron only served to prove she was as susceptible to corruption as Eve.
But what sweet corruption. And when it was born of love, how corrupt could it be?
She moved under him, her body knowing what to do even before she did as she wiggled herself onto the tip of him. He stretched her entrance even as he groaned, his hands fisted above her head.
“I’m trying to take it slow,” he ground out, “and you, as always, are tempting me beyond all reason.”
“Is that not what love is?” she asked playfully, tilting her hips so he was positioned to thrust right inside her. And she needed it almost as much as she needed him. “Love is temptation, and love is submission, and love is—” She gasped as he slid into her, every inch of him filling her. It was everything she had been missing, and she hadn’t even known it. “Love is this,” she finished breathlessly.
He bent and kissed her as he entered almost all the way. At the resistance, he gave a short, sharp push, and pain filtered through the pleasure. She gasped again—a different sound from the pleasure-filled gasps she’d given before—and he stilled on top of her.
