His eyes roamed over her half-naked body, unrepentant.
He growled low in his throat. “Then the Duchess of Greystead shall have another. The finest Paris can provide. Tonight, nothing will stand between me and you.”
Before she could even draw another breath, her chemise was gone, and she found herself completely naked on the bed.
The air felt cool against her skin, yet heat pulsed furiously between her thighs, pooling until she was slick with want, shocked at how quickly he had undone her.
Her gaze roamed hungrily over him. The breadth of his shoulders, the sculpted ridges of his chest, the taut lines of muscle rippling with every breath. The faint moonlight carved shadows on the hard planes of his abdomen, tapering lower, guiding her eyes to the place she had only dared imagine in her dreams.
Unable to stop herself, she slid a trembling hand down her stomach, seeking the ache in her core. But before her fingers could bring relief, his larger hand caught hers, firm and unyielding.
“Not like that,” he growled, pinning her wrist to the mattress. His eyes blazed, scorching and possessive. “You will not touch yourself when I am here. I will do it.”
He pulled her wrists above her head, pinning them there with effortless strength as he lowered himself over her. His mouth traced a burning path along her throat, lightly nipping the delicate skin, until he reached the swell of her breasts.
He lingered there, teasing her mercilessly, his tongue circling one stiff peak, then the other, while his hand cupped and kneaded, claiming her softness. His moan vibrated against her skin, and the sound made her arch into him, her hips straining for contact she was denied.
“Not yet, my lass,” he murmured against her breast, his voice rough with need. “I will have you feel everything I feel for you. Every bit of it. Again. And again. And again. Tonight, this is yours. All of it. All of me.”
“Oh,” Elspeth cried as he trailed his lips down her tummy to her sex. “But I want ye, all of ye.”
“You will do as you are told,” he chastised, before he licked her slit slowly, as one would a delicate dessert.
He licked her again, adding more pressure, moaning into her, and then rose and looked down on her. He licked his lips and winked at her.
“Ye are the devil,” she whispered.
“Perhaps I am. But you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, Elspeth,” he purred. “I will not stop until I have had my fill. Do you understand?”
“Aye,” she moaned as he dove back in.
“Aye, what?”
“Aye,Hugo,” she whimpered.
He licked her, lapping up her arousal until he made his way to her throbbing bud. He sucked and played, never rushing and yet with an urgency that made her feel as if she were on fire. He then slid a finger inside her with a rhythmic pulse. Her hips bucked up to meet his perfect thrusts.
“You unravel me,” he rasped. “You are mine. Do. You. Understand. Me?”
“Aye!” she gasped as he continued working her, adding another finger.
“All of you are mine, Elspeth. You are so tight. Even this,” he said as he scooped her wetness with another finger and spread it around her rosette.
He began stroking the most private part of her, a wave of embarrassment washing over her as her walls clamped down on his fingers.
“Ye cannae like that,” she cried out, tears springing to her eyes. “It is all too much for me, Hugo. How can this be good for ye?”
“You will not question me, Elspeth,” he growled. “Not here or anywhere else. You will take it like a good girl. Let me give you what you want.”
“Ah!” She let go, allowing him to use her. “Why does that feel so good?”
“BecauseIam doing it to you, darling,” he murmured. “I will always know what you need.”
He slowly teased her rosette, pushing his finger in slightly as he worked her with his other hand.
A part of her wanted more, but she was afraid of what that would mean and how it would feel. She was impossibly aroused and even more confused.
“There will be more time for this later,” he groaned. “I’ll make sure you are good and ready when the time comes, for all of it.”
