“You are so beautiful,” he whispered before circling his tongue around one hard nipple. He drew it into his mouth, suckling her.
Her hips bucked under him as he moved to her other breast. He chuckled softly. He lifted off her and then tore at the rest of the gown, stripping it from her. Completely naked and bound, she never felt so exposed before.
He spread her legs apart and moved in between them. His tongue lashed against her nub.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
He continued to tease her, bring her to the brink of desire…only to stop. As he started to brush his tongue against her again, desire sped through her. He inserted one finger deep inside her. She closed her eyes, certain this time he would let her reach the apex.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged him.
But just as quickly, he halted again.
She groaned in frustrated desire. As her body started to calm down, his mouth was on her again. Her heart pounded as hot passion flowed through her body.
“Will, please don’t stop this time,” she begged again.
“Do you love me?” he whispered, pausing only a second before resuming with his mouth on her.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Please don’t stop again.”
Slowly, he circled her clitoris with his tongue. Tension curled her toes as the pressure grew within her.
“Did you love me the first time we did this?” he demanded and then moved his tongue over her again.
“I don’t know.” She felt as if she could barely breathe with the pleasure building so quickly. “I wanted you so desperately that day. I wanted your comfort, your love. I wanted you to be there for me. I wanted you and only you.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Love me…forever.”
Suddenly he moved over her and thrust deeply inside her moist depths. In seconds, she clung to the ties that bound her wrists and cried out in passion. Just as quickly, he followed her over the edge of the abyss.
He rested his body on top of hers as they returned to the reality of what they had done. He had forced her to confess, made her grovel, and she had done so willingly. She didn’t want to be without him. The idea of losing him made her heart go cold.
Slowly, he moved his hands to hers and untied them. He reached for her mask and slid it up off her face. After kissing her gently, he whispered, “I am sorry.”
“For what?”
“Getting angry with you for lying when all you did was attempt to protect me from Abigail.”
“I’m sorry, too, Will.” She brought her hands up to his face and kissed him with all the love she had in her heart.
“As much as I love that, we do need to talk.”
Elizabeth nodded.
Will moved off her to lie next to her. “Elizabeth, do you honestly believe that everything you did was only to manipulate me?”
“Not everything,” she answered. “Oh, Will, I read the majority of my mother’s diary. It was dreadful. If she wanted something done, she would offer to do disgusting things for the duke.”
“And have you ever done that?”
She looked at him. “Of course not.”
“What about a few minutes ago when I asked you to do that to me? Did you do it willingly or because you thought it would get me to marry you?”
Thinking about having him in her mouth made her smile. “I did it because you asked me to and I wanted to. I wanted to give you pleasure. No other reason than that.”