Secrets of Seduction (Legendary Lovers 3)

“At some point, you will push me too far.”

“The prospect does not frighten me.”

Deliberately she reached down to fondle the swollen bulge at his groin. His jaw clenched as he held her hand away.

“You don’t frighten me, Lord Hawkhurst,” she vowed in an even softer voice.

Pushing himself up on one elbow, he stared down at her for an endless moment, searching her face. Then muttering a low oath, he lowered his head to capture her mouth possessively.

A feeling of triumph filled Skye. She had finally broken through his resistance. His kiss was hard and compelling, his mouth hot and tasting of need. For all that he strove to bury his emotions, he was the most passionate man she knew. His raw intensity set her senses whirling. She strained toward him, her breasts seeking closer contact with his naked chest.

In response, he cradled her face with his hands to give his tongue better access and kissed her deeply, ravenously, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. At his savage-tender assault, desire flooded Skye in a mad rush … but then suddenly Hawkhurst drew back and dragged in a shuddering breath.

Disappointment surged through her, but only fleetingly. Grasping the hem of her shift, he pulled the garment over her head, practically ripping it in his urgency.

She had riled the beast enough, apparently. Perhaps he was merely re-exerting control, Skye conceded. Perhaps he was tired of letting her hold the upper hand and this was his means of reprisal for prodding and teasing him.

If so, it was extremely effective. At his dangerous look, the pulsing quickened between her legs.

“You are wrong, darling,” he said silkily. “You haven’t begun to ache yet.”

Heat seared her as his fingertips skimmed the underside of her breasts. “What … do you mean to do?”

“To see how much more pain I can give you.”

His deep voice hinted at a smile, though, belying his threat of painful punishment. Suiting action to words, he cupped her breasts, his fingers spreading and fanning over the swells, his thumbs passing in scorching circles over her nipples. Pleasure shivered through Skye at the sensation of his hands on her soft flesh.

He plucked at the tight buds, pinching lightly and soothing in turn. Then his mouth dipped to her bosom. He kissed both nipples, laving the swollen tips with his silk-rough tongue. When his hot mouth closed over one peak, sucking it strongly, she gave a breathless whimper. The throbbing heat between her thighs was an insistent drumbeat in her blood now.

He wasn’t content with fondling and caressing her aching breasts, though. Slowly he swept a hand down her body, his reach stretching to graze her legs, stroking her thighs, seeking her feminine center. The trail of his fingers burned, while his tantalizing, arousing caresses sent a sweet arrow of lust streaking down below her belly.

He paused at the vee of her thighs before drawing his fingers between her feminine folds. Skye let out a soft moan as he spread a hot ache through her.

“Your first time I was too harsh,” he murmured. “This time I intend to make it pleasurable for you. I mean to make you scream with pleasure, love.…”

The soft words were tauntingly seductive, threatening and promising at the same time. They made her entire body clench in anticipation.

His lips abandoned her breasts then and left a trail of fever over her skin as he moved lower. Skye felt his warm breath dampen the golden curls of her mound, then the tender flick of his tongue over the bud of her sex, and she quivered at the shock of it.

For long moments, his tongue played in a leisurely dance, tasting her, tormenting her. Her skin seemed to melt under his erotic attentions. Under the intoxicating influence of his mouth, she felt weak and helpless. She had thought to seduce Hawkhurst, but he was the one entrancing her. His mouth enthralled her—

When he pressed his face harder between her parted legs, she whimpered and arched her back.

“Steady,” he murmured.

How could she be steady when he was touching her with fire?

His hands moved beneath her buttocks, holding her hips still, keeping her thighs spread wide as he went on nuzzling, nipping, suckling. Skye closed her eyes against the rush of ecstasy building inside of her. His mouth dazzled, his tongue stroking in relentless rhythmic stimulation that sent shuddering thrills through her pleasure-flushed veins.

He paused only long enough to ask a rasping question, his tone low and provocative. “Do you remember the feel of me inside you, angel? Pretend this is my cock taking you.”

His voice was maddeningly sensuous now, and so was the hot invasion of his tongue. Skye gasped for breath at the incredible feel of it.

Her breath coming in hoarse whimpers, she shut her eyes more tightly. She was unbearably hot, unbearably aroused. She heard her own moans as she writhed blindly beneath him. All she knew was the devastating heat of his mouth, the hot pounding of her blood, the fierce delight of what he was doing to her.

Suddenly, the pleasure was too keen to be borne. Frantic, she grasped at his shoulders. A primal sound that was half sob, half scream escaped her as wave after wave of shuddering pleasure ripped through her. Her body shook before falling limply back against the pillows, boneless with sensation.

Skye was only vaguely aware when Hawkhurst stretched out beside her. She knew he could feel the fine tremors still running through her though, for he was stroking her hair soothingly, caressing the curve of her hot cheek with a gentle finger.