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“I have dreamed of you touching me…where you are now, every night.”
There was a pulse of silence.
“Have you dreamed of me at all?” She regretted asking the question and braced herself for his cold rejection.
“Day and night I’ve imagine you sheathed on my cock.”
She gasped, and he laughed, a low, deep vibration that speared heat directly to the aching flesh between her thighs.
“Never have I spoken in such an ungentlemanly way to a lady. But you are not just any lady, are you?” His tone was filled with dark sensuality. “You are my duchess…and I can tell you I do not need to be asleep to think of these plump lips on my tongue.” He slid a finger through her wetness, so she was not in any doubt as to what he spoke of.
But surely she misunderstood.
“I can tell you I dream of riding you long and hard until your thighs tremble from the exertion…even as I dream of worshipping your body with slow caresses and kisses. The temptation to taste you has been truly driving me mad.”
A shock of delight shivered deliciously through her body as the explicit images erupted in her mind. Riding her…long and hard. Anticipation warred with hesitancy, then she stepped off the ledge. Adel fisted his hair and tugged him closer, so she could peer into the hunger in his gaze. “Then why do you resist when I ache for you similarly?”
With what sounded like a groan of defeat he kissed her, and it was glorious. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, and she sighed. With a muffled moan she parted her lips, and he stroked his tongue inside, tasting her with sensual greed. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers.
He hauled her even closer up against his body, lifting her swiftly off her feet, and laying her onto the large stone bench. The hard surface hardly penetrated the haze clouding her mind.
His touch set fire to every nerve ending in her body. He pressed kisses along her jaw, and neck, down to her neckline where he inhaled deep. With a sharp tug, he pulled down her gown and chemisette and took one of her nipples into his mouth. A jolt of exquisite pleasure lanced through Adel. She arched into him, and he moved his kisses lower even as he pushed her dress higher and parted her legs.
His breath wafted over the curls at the apex of her thighs, and she trembled in shock. Surely he wouldn’t? He is… She gave a muffled shriek. He is licking me.
Good heavens! Every preconceived notion she’d held of what happened between a man and a woman shattered. Vaguely she was aware that she should be shocked, but she could not think beyond the chaotic need rushing through her veins.
She caught her breath and then couldn’t exhale. Edmond licked her folds, parting them, and then he covered her nub with his lips, sucking it delicately. Only something wicked could feel this good.
The moan of delight came from deep in her throat.
Her hips arched to him, her thighs quivering with tension. She couldn’t help but bury her fingers in the thick strands of his dark hair and hold him closer to her. More… She needed more of him. His wicked tongue stroked her to the brink of ecstasy, and then he slid two fingers deep inside her narrow slit. Her core flamed at the sensual pain, and despite the sharp bite of discomfort, sensations peaked in her belly and on a wordless cry she shattered as bliss seared her.
Edmond gently kissed the inside of her quivering thighs and lowered her dress. He helped her to stand and her weakened knees would not allow her to walk. Adel stumbled against him, and with an embarrassed laugh she glanced up, and froze.
His cheekbones were tightened with savage need. The brilliance of his eyes glittered, and it was then she felt the tempered restraint in his touch, and she could almost feel the battle he waged.
She lightly skimmed her fingertip over his cheekbone, and he gripped the tip, then flattened her palm to him and gently pushed it to her side. “It is as if you are in pain, Edmond.”
The desire in his eyes dared her. She slipped her hand from his, and not releasing his magnetic gaze, cupped his hardness…and instinctively squeezed.
He shuddered. His eyes drifted shut and he tilted back his head, the muscles of his throat working as he swallowed. He looked so primal in this moment; his face a mask of hard-edged sensuality because of her touch.
She squeezed again, harder this time, and a low rough growl of need rumbled from him.
“How do you find release?” she asked softly. If he felt something akin to the sharp painful edge she’d been suspended on before she shattered, it could not be pleasant.
“Tell me how to please you, Edmond.”
He finally lowered his head and snapped his eyes opened. Oh.
She swallowed. In that moment she was glad he was showing restraint, for she instinctively knew if he took her then, he would be too untamed.
He gripped a loose tendril of hair between his thumb and forefinger, firmly tucking it behind her ear. “I will not deny you pleasure again,” he said.
Elation filled her but she directed her thoughts on what he did not say. “But you will not take pleasure with me?”
