Baron of Blasphemy (Lords of Scandal 12)

He buried his fingers into her hair, as he tasted her over and over and when she moaned into his mouth, he trailed one palm down her chest until he palmed one of her breasts. She arched into the touch, her nipple puckering under the rougher skin of his palm.

He answered by swiping a thumb across the sensitive flesh, and then he broke free of her mouth and dropped his lips onto the aching nub of flesh. Pleasure exploded inside her as she arched into him, wanting more.

She was still on her knees but in an instant, he had her in his arms and then flat on her back across the bed.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said against her, his hand sliding down her leg and then pulling up the hem of her night rail.

Tendrils of pleasure were spiraling through her as his hand glided up her leg. “I like your kisses.”

He chuckled as he began kissing, not toward her mouth but down her belly. “You’ll like these even more.”

What did he mean by that? But she didn’t ask as his fingers brushed the curls between her legs.

Her body jolted in pleasure and surprise.

He touched her again, lightly but with a more deliberate stroke and she shuddered with pleasure. Over and over his fingers glided over her most sensitive flesh making her squirm in pleasure. But then…

Pulling her night rail all the way up to her belly, he dropped his mouth to her most intimate area and as his tongue flicked out and touched her flesh, she forgot to breathe, pleasure radiating hot and sweet throughout her entire body.

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He’d told himself that he would not touch her like this.

They were going to slowly build a relationship. But her hand had been stroking him and her eyes had been pleading and he found that he couldn’t deny her.

Not this. Maybe not anything.

And then he tasted her. Sweet, tangy musk filled his nostrils and he groaned in pleasure. He saw the darker skin of his hand against the pale flesh of her thighs and his cock twitched.

She was lovely. Everything about her appealed and he pulled one of his hands away to tug at his breeches.

Because at this rate, he wouldn’t need to bury himself inside her. He was liable to spill his seed right in his trousers.

Which he hadn’t done since the age of sixteen.

He reared up, tugging at her night rail even as he heard her make a whimper of protest. Which only made him surge with more passion. Her noise

s were divine.

And then she tugged too, and the fabric came sailing over her head and for the first time, he got to look at all of her. His wife.

Full, creamy breasts with pale pink nipples called to him. He reached out a hand, rubbing the globe before he tweaked the nipple. She arched into him again, her warm brown eyes hazy with lust.

His cock jumped again.

He let go to pull down his breeches and once he’d gotten them down around his thighs, he dropped to his knees again.

He’d give her pleasure. Because he liked pleasing her and he’d not deny her. But he wasn’t taking her maidenhead. Not yet. He’d do this right. Giving her choices. Seducing her over days or weeks if he had to.

And when he licked her again, she pushed into his mouth, her hands winding into his hair.

He kissed her again, working a rhythm even as he reached for his cock with his other hand. He was already leaking seed even as she pulled him tighter to her body.

He’d mostly stopped swearing since meeting her, but right now, he wanted to mumble a string of curses from here to next week because she was stripping him raw. And he wasn’t even inside her.

But her legs were over his back and she was making the most sensual little noises and…he used his free hand to press into her channel. She was tight and so wet, and she clamped around his finger.

He’d barely wondered how his cock would fit in her when she exploded around him, crying out his name in a keening moan.