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One of her hands roamed, too. It descended to explore that tempting piece of flesh on his collarbone. Heat, sinew and solid muscle met her cool fingers when they slipped through the buttons to examine him further. His groan vibrated in her.
His head lifted an inch, seesawing breath mingling with hers in the narrow distance between their mouths. Their eyes opened and held. “You have no idea how desperate I was for this,” he rasped, his irises burning on her.
Desperate did not begin to describe it as his mouth dived again, and their kiss resumed deeper, wider, earthier.
Wave after boiling wave crossed her insides, creating an ache in her middle she did not learn the name of, nor how to appease it. To make matters worse, one of his taut thighs intruded between hers, making that aching spot ride it. Skirts smashed, rustled, stretched to give way to this perdition. Their kiss interrupted because the feel of it was so overwhelming, her head fell back with a moan.
His delicious lips did not stop at it. They grazed down her neck, the curve with her shoulder to nibble the sensitive skin there, and then suck on the throbbing vein beneath it.
Blasting heavens! Did he even know what he was doing to her?
That leg pressed more on her as she registered his rock-hard bulge in her centre with nefarious consequences.
“Please…” she begged.
But the man would have no mercy on her; he continued the torture as if she was not already a hostage addicted to his ministrations.
His relentless hand tugged on a sleeve to bare one breast. His jet eyes opened, taking in the dusky, pebbled nipple, the high, full size of the orb. “Beautiful,” he muttered. A large hand came to it almost reverent to cover and caress it.
Her middle rode his leg, his erection pressed against her, and now her breast under attack. She feared she would faint with the depth of pleasure he poured on her defeated body. But she had seen nothing yet. The real torment came when his bristled mouth got the great idea of lowering to her breast. His tongue lapped the dusky peak. Her spine arched more into him. His lips closed around it, so light she went delirious. She pressed it against his mouth, but he took no pity on her. The sucking was weak and insufficient. So, she pulled his head to her. But to no avail. His lips gave no quarter.
“Edmund…more,” she pleaded.
The sound of his name seemed to be the magic word. Because he widened his mouth and filled it with her flesh, suckling hard, using his teeth, and repeating it to his heart’s content. And hers.
Relief. So much relief her head fell back once more with a loud moan.
Short-lived, though.
The relief morphed into more agony which she had no way of abating. Though she tried, her frantic hips were riding his thigh. In search of cessation, she found only more sweet torture.
Ha. Her crippled thought mocked her. Here she stood again, making a fool of herself to a man who proved to be heartless in the past and the present. What the darn was she doing to her dignity? To her sense of self. To her pride even?
He promised to dissolve her. Well, consider it fulfilled. He transformed her into a mass of debacle and starvation in less time than it would take for her to read one page of a pocketbook. How grand for her self-esteem.
Wake up, you nincompoop! She incited herself.
A derisive snort forced out of her. “Oh, look.” At that, he lifted his coal head to face her. “He promised dissolution. Of me, not himself.” The accusation must be the falsest in the entire universe. “Lo! The boaster weakens,” she taunted.
He disentangled himself from her. Raking his hair, he paced to give her his back, air escaping him in a rush.
The loss of his warmth and unyielding body almost caused her to weep. A slight sigh escaped her mouth as her head fell on the wall, her lashes closing, her hands seeking refuge on the cold bricks. The sense of a lucky escape never came. What did come was ragged, undiluted frustration.
Her sigh must have drawn his attention since she heard him move. With wide eyes, she saw he had turned to her anew. His scrutiny took in her dishevelled hair, her swollen lips, her bared breast glistening with his caresses.
He snapped back to her. “Cover yourself,” he demanded gruffly in what sounded like affliction.
She repeated the snort. It was the only thing working at the moment. “Why, are you afraid of not resisting the title-hunting tart?”
And why should she make it easier on him? This had not been easy for her, but she had to cope, anyhow.
In reality, she found herself incapable of doing anything. Her skin reduced to jam, a jam about to dribble down the wall abjectly.
“Cover yourself, or I will do it. Damn it!” he growled.
“Then do it,” she challenged.
When he acted the domineering male, he brought out the worst in her. The reason for it was mysterious. Every time he emitted his commands, strange things happened to her mind, and—come to think of it—her body. His overbearingness aroused her, she realised only now. The response permeating hidden spots so traitorous it incited her to react with anger and taunting. It must stop.
