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Or else, what, save herself for an old vicar? An indifferent shop owner? A boring clerk? What did they care if she came ruined? What did she care? The condition of an orphaned bastard was ruin enough. She would never be a ton lady anyway, not in the pedigreed sense of the term. She had been ruined from the start. Tonight changed nothing.
This must be her choice. And if she would choose, she might as well give in and have a taste of the carnal man whose heated body pressed on hers right now.
Not leaving his eyes for a millisecond, her hands came to her bodice to unbutton the pearls on its front. One undone, his jet glare lowered to it. The second undone, his breath sped. The third gone, his eyes pierced her anew.
“Damn it, Otilia,” the growl warmed her cheeks. “You are supposed to deny me, not throw me in the fires of hell.”
The fourth button popped, and her full breasts spilled out for his eager view. He pressed his steel erection further into her skirts. With a guttural groan, he lowered his stubble jaw to her collarbone and scraped it down her chest to latch his mouth on one orb. Unbearable sensation melted her when he suckled deep and hard; one hand covering the other, his fingers rolling the poor pebbled nipple. Otilia arched into him, one hand pressing him to her, the other exploring his muscled back down to his taut buttocks. This incited him to explore her second breast.
The shred of composure she had left broke with her moan. She started bunching and pulling on his clothes, thirsty to touch all of him.
He lifted a little and looked at her. “Have patience, woman.” But she did not.
Manly fingers unbuttoned his waistcoat while she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and passed it over his head. She could barely wait to palm his solid torso covered in smooth skin and peppered with soft hair. Her mouth came up to graze his muscled chest and lick his nipple. He lowered his head with a strangled sound.
“We need to take this slower,” he murmured and was repaid with her licking his other nipple. Air expelled sharply through his nose as his hips moved restlessly over her.
Her skirts ended bunched up, his hand disappearing under them. He found her centre through the slit of the drawers, on the exact spot where she ached.
“Edmund,” she called.
“Bend your knees, open for me, Siren,” he instructed before his experienced fingers started circling and tantalising that bunch of nerves. “So wet!”
His fingers massaged her there, and his mouth returned to her breast. She did not think she would survive. A ball of fire began to grow in the depths of her. He did not relent, and desperation dominated her.
“Edmund, please,” she begged.
One more stroke and she tumbled down a darkened abyss with a ragged cry, surprised and elated at how her body could give her such joy. Those fingers rode her orgasm until it subsided, and she fell sated on the bedsheets.
He took this reprieve to finish undressing her, sprawling her nakedness on the bed and drinking in her bea
uty. She was so spent she had no chance of producing shame.
Her hair scattered on the pillow, she watched him take off the rest of his clothes as her gaze strolled over the wall of his chest, his tapered waist, and his muscled legs. She saved the best for last, ogling his big, rocklike cock. It had printed on her many times. The real view of it got her aroused all over again.
He re-approached the bed, and she sat up, extending her hand to touch him, curious. Her fingers closed around his member, testing its hardness under the silken surface. A hiss came from him at her caress.
“You can touch me later, Siren.” His hand closed over hers. “Right now, I am too near the edge.” He placed her palm on his washboard abdomen.
Despite the disappointment, she lay back to continue admiring his manliness.
Kneeling over her, he lowered to her sex. “I need to taste you, Otilia.” The syrupy rasp vibrated on the whole of her.
Goodness gracious, was there no end to this man’s wickedness?
But then his fingers leafed through her folds, his tongue found her swollen clit, and she lost the ability for logical elaboration. He licked everything, every nook, every inch, every part of her sensitive flesh. If she thought she could not feel any more pleasure than she had already, she was wrong. Because his finger entered her channel to move inside rhythmically, his tongue never stopping. And that ball of fire surged stronger at his merciless ministrations. When the explosion came, it resembled an earthquake. This one twice as intense as the first. She screamed his name as his tongue licked the last of her.
He came over her again, her legs bent and cradling him. Instinctively, her hips elevated for him. He kissed her, his hot hardness on her belly.
His head lifted to her. “Otilia…” he growled, squeezing his eyes shut as if in agony. “Stop rubbing against me.” She did not.
“Edmund.” He held her hips, but she did not cease. “I need…I need…”
“I know.” His breath became irregular. “We do not have to go all the way.” His head fell on the curve of her neck. “There are other… Oh.” He groaned when she intensified the wriggles. “You can remain… Damn.” He cursed when her hands pressed his buttocks.
“Take me, please.” Now she managed to place his erection at her entrance and pressed against it.
“I intend to spare you, woman!” His voice had gone hoarser and his cock harder.
