Masked Innocence

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ThemomenttheMarquess picked up the unforgiving jute, she should have protested, but fascination and wonder compelled her to continue pushing her boundaries.

Being at his mercy.  The care he took to elicit pleasure.  The inability to do anything but accept his carnal intent.  It all swirled and surged through her, hot and cold, and overwhelming with the need for something unknown.  Every brush of his skin rippled outward, the heat of his breath against her core pooling in her pelvis, uncovering a well she hadn’t known existed until he filled it.

There was something so deliciously wicked in his eyes when he looked up at her from between thighs she never imagined would be parted by the Marquess of Claireborne.  Each forbidden touch dragged her further into the depths of depravity he was already so comfortable in.

If that was wicked, she never wanted to be virtuous again.

As his lips reached that most intimate part of her, anticipation left her quivering and weak beneath him.  Once more, his finger slid easily between her legs, trailing over the sensitive nub, sending a jolt through her spine. And his tongue.

Oh God, his tongue.

It continued its lazy exploration, delving inside and lapping up between her folds.  His sinful caresses held the key to something so barbaric and dark she’d never recover.

She convulsed beneath him as he circled languidly over the nub he’d just teased, every gentle flick sending waves of pleasure to match the movement of her hips.  They moved in pace, her body possessing a mind of its own, and the wanton moans coming from her own mouth added a new layer of embarrassment. So similar to the cries she’d been terrified of downstairs, and he’d commanded them from her without ever saying a word.

In the midst of their slow, rolling, waves, his mouth closed over her for the first time.  Wet heat dripped from her bottom as she lifted off the bed, and a low, guttural moan filled the dark room and vibrated through her. Pleasure and passion surrounded every centimeter of flesh, wrapped around her throat, and dragged her into an abyss without escape.

Without desire for escape.

She’d been liberated from the bonds of duty, honor, and reputation by a rake with his lips suckled around her, and he’d yet to even ruin her properly.

Muscled arms curled around dainty thighs, exposing her completely to his fiendish lips and tongue, forcing her open for his assault.  Licking and sucking until torment and pleasure tangled into a web of need.  She could do nothing but lay back and accept the sweet offering, crying out when it became too much to bear.

Every one of her cries renewed his efforts.  Drove his tongue deeper into her, carrying her from the depths of immorality to the highest peaks of hedonism.  His single-minded pursuit ripped sanity away and left her helplessly writhing beneath him.

He dragged his teeth over the bundle of nerves, biting gently and eliciting a low groan from her as she struggled against the restraints.  There was something just out of reach, a pinnacle she was compelled to climb, and she was so close.

Her cries came closer, sharper, hips bucking against his mouth, seeking more friction.  Releasing her thighs, he fisted the ropes binding her and tugged them hard, pinning her to the mattress and his mouth, preventing any meaningful movement and leaving her entirely at his complete lack of mercy.

With an expert flick of his tongue, he sucked her between his lips and launched her over that edge, senses exploding, overwhelming rational thought.

The chill in the air, and the heat of his mouth.  Sweat coated her skin, and the demonic possession of her body as she convulsed beneath him dug the ropes deeper into her sensitive flesh.  The soft downy mattress beneath her, the silk sheets clutched in her fingers, the scruff of his cheeks scraping her thighs as she clamped them tight around his head, the only things keeping her tethered to sanity.

As the assault slowly receded, she fluttered back down to him.

He continued licking at her, slowly and delicately, as she floated back to earth.  Back to the brocade curtains in the candlelight, the dim room and garnet cloak from society.  An apt metaphor for the depths of hell she’d most certainly reside in after what they’d done.

Loosening her grip on the black silk beneath her, ragged breaths calmed to deep inhales and slow exhales.  Every languid swipe of his tongue sent renewed shockwaves, though nothing as shattering as the climax she’d reached.

Candlelight cast flickering shadows against the heavy fabric and his shoulders, muscles shifting in the glow.  He lifted his head, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth with a smirk.

Half his face shone in the moonlight sneaking into paradise, emerald eyes heavy on her body and unwavering in their intensity as he released her bonds.  Each limb was massaged in turn, a gentle kiss bestowed on each before he laid them down.

Dragging his lips up her body, he twined his fingers with hers and lifted them over her head, pinning them to the mattress.  The embers in her core fanned back to life, as the arrogant rake made good on his promise.  Giving her so much more than knowledge and solidifying his place in her memory.

“Can you show me more?”

His chuckle brushed over her cheek as he nudged the edge of her mask with his nose.  “So much more, my flower.  You’re the most delicious bud I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting, and I don’t plan on letting you go.  Not until we’re both sated and panting”

Burying his face into her neck, he bit gently, sucking, and soothing with his tongue.

His pelvis pressed into hers, a rock-hard bulge rocking into her, offering friction she was desperate for all over again.  A longing to explore his body as he did hers was overwhelming, but she was just as helpless with her wrists in his hands as when they were bound to her ankles.

“I don’t,” she took a slow breath, exhaling on a soft moan as he tilted his hips, pressing harder into her.  “I don’t know.”

“Let’s see how ready you are for me.” He released one of her wrists, then trailed an overeager finger down her arm, over her breast, across her belly, and lower.  Thrusting against her again brought a gasp to fill the space between them. “Because I am so ready for you, my little blossom.”

He slipped a finger into her entrance, stretching and burning as she was breached for the first time.  But he’d barely penetrated when he stopped abruptly.

Confusion passed over his features, chased quickly by disbelief.  He sat up, going back on his heels as his eyes met hers, accusatory even in the dim light.  The truth was in the open, the confession he’d refused to hear from her lips expressed plainly in a way he couldn’t silence or deny.

Fear he’d refuse to continue choked her, and she licked her lips nervously, unwilling to look away.  There was nothing she could do or say as every conceivable emotion took its turn commanding his expression.

Wonder and intrigue widened his eyes, and his breathing grew heavier in the damning silence as he shifted his gaze down between her legs.  After several tense seconds, he looked back up, forehead drawn down tight, jaw clenched tight as fury took control.

“How the bloody hell did a virgin get into this party?”