ed a stray lock of hair from her face and lowered his head. Belle tensed when he kissed her again. He took his time, kissing her leisurely, wanting her to relax and enjoy what he’d do to her. Belle sagged in his arms when he parted his lips.
“I…uhm, usually don’t do this…” she whispered.
“Kiss a man?”
Her cheeks reddened when she grasped the meaning of his tease. “Sleeping with strangers.”
“I doubt you’ve ever slept with a man at all.”
Her face turned magenta. “I’m not a virgin.”
“You surely act like one.”
“I…I’m just not good at this.”
Armand traced the curve of her lips with his fingers. “It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Do you like the way I kiss you?”
Her face looked dreamy. “Y-yes.”
He caressed her cheek, the curve of her throat, and down to the swell of her chest. She stiffened when he palmed her breast and squeezed her gently. Armand pressed his lips on hers and breathed out. “Like the way I touch you?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes. Very much.”
He had to kiss her again. Long. Deeply. Unhurried. She trembled in his arms when he parted his lips. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. It landed by her shoes with a soft whisper. His heart thundered when he saw her cream-coloured lacy bra. Her breasts were quite ample despite her slender frame. His cock grew even harder underneath his pants; he couldn’t wait to discover all of her forbidden delights. He’d been aroused ever since he saw her enter the Common Hall with Madame Chabert.
Pretty little thing. Innocent, yet ravishing.
Armand kissed the side of her jaw, her neck and her shoulder while he unclasped the straps on her back. He took it off hastily.
Her breasts looked even prettier than what he’d imagined. Round, firm, topped with light caramel nipples. Just perfect. Armand couldn’t resist licking it to see if her nipple was as delicious as it looked. And it was. Her body jerked as he sucked her ravenously.
“Armand!” Her protest sounded like a breathless gasp. “I…”
He let her nipple go. “Yum.” She tasted delicious, so Armand had to sample her other one. A long keen filled the ceiling of the bathroom as he took his time sampling her sweetness. She clenched his hair. Her spine kinked as she stretched in pleasure. Belle staggered when he released her. He knelt down and trailed kisses down her belly.
She looked alarmed. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.” Armand unzipped her skirt and yanked it off.
“But not there…”
He blinked. “Have you forgotten? Tonight, you’re mine, and if I want to kiss every inch of your body, that’s my call.”
Her breath stalled in her throat when Armand slid her cream-coloured panties that matched her bra down to her ankles.
“Armand. I…”
“Shh.” He kissed her navel and stroked her dark curls. His cock stiffened to the point of pain after he caught a drift of her feminine scent. Armand hissed, stifling the urge to ravish her in an instant. No. He wanted to make tonight last. Make her his. Possibly forever.
Her clutch on his hair tightened as he felt her sex, rubbing her moist pussy lips. Her breath laboured. Her eyes widened in disbelief when he stole a glance at her. “Open a bit,” he ordered.
She shook her head.
Armand forced her legs apart so he could get better access to her pussy. She resisted at first, denying his demand. But when he flicked his tongue and slurped on her dewy cunt, Belle surrendered with a shout. Armand plunged his tongue inside her, plundering what was meant to be his. She writhed, begging him to stop—yet, a second later, she was pleading for more. Apparently, she didn’t know what she wanted. Armand deepened his tongue, tasting her intimately, marking her as his. Salty-flavoured cream filled his palate. He loved it and devoured her for more. Her cries sharpened and ended with a scream. She climaxed hard. Armand clawed her hips and lapped on her juice.
She’d have collapsed if he hadn’t held her. Belle swayed and Armand helped her sit by the edge of the tub. He turned the water off. The bathtub was almost full. She watched him like an obedient child as he took off her shoes and stockings. “How was it? Do you like my kiss?” he asked her, teasing.
Belle was flustered. “I…yes.”