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She licked her lips in the quest to appease them and endure his torment. “I’m not shunning you now.” With her answer, she hoped he wouldn’t make her crawl for it.
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bsp; “No, but how about I give you a little of your own poison?”
A laugh swelled in her, almost ending up right in his face. She’d been taking her own poison since she ended their liaison, for pity’s sake!
The battle of wills translated in the joust of their glares. He didn’t move an inch while she was tearing out of her skin with need.
Until she could hold it no more. “Damn you!” she vented. And lifted her lips to capture his in a proper kiss this time. Her mouth pried his open and her tongue barged in with the thirst of a hundred deserts.
And defeated him because he groaned on her mouth and came down, his entire frame covering hers, pressing her onto the sheets. His arms surrounded her in a fierce band, and they were touching everywhere. Their tongues duelled, played, advanced, retreated, teased in what felt like forever. Hester didn’t allow Drake off the hook. She savoured him to her heart’s content.
But the kiss got them breathless, and they had to come up for air. On her belly, his erection had hardened to steel.
In the candlelight, his brandy gaze darkened. “This was definitely the Un-taming of the Shrew.” He drawled in that tenor of his.
During the time she'd lived in that cosy house he'd installed her in, she'd not dared express her fantasies, or take the initiative. For her, the arrangement entailed her acquiescence, nothing else. And how liberating it was to express her wishes, act on them, get them, savour every single moment of it.
“If you wish for a repeat, you’ll have to beg, too.” She warned without a drop of meekness.
A side-smile drew that irresistible mouth. “Beg?” He taunted. “Since when does an English lord beg for anything?” And dived back to kiss her again, turning the tables, plundering her mouth like a true lord of all he surveyed.
This skirmish for power would set fire to the entire country, Hester celebrated, opening for him, and sending the entire world to Hades.
They kissed and nibbled, and licked, and sucked until they soared to a fever pitch. She could take it no more, she was ablaze, hungry, ready.
Frantic, her hands pulled at his shirt in a struggle to put them skin to skin. He lifted his torso to allow her to strip him of the offending piece at the same time he lowered her gown to her waist. This gave her room to cradle him in between her thighs. His gaze drank in her dusky peaked breasts, filling her with more starvation.
His hand moved to cup one swell, his thumb teasing it to complete hardness. Hester arched into him, but all he did was to repeat it with its twin.
“Drake,” she moaned.
“Do you know what I want to do?” He growled. “To ravish you and make you scream in less than five minutes.”
That caused her arousal to go sky-high. “Yes.” She approved.
“But I won’t do it.” He disappointed her. “I’ll tease you until you can take it no more.”
She thought of saying she already couldn’t. But that would give him too much leverage.
He wasted no time in doing what he promised. And came down on her, cupping her both breasts while his mouth toyed with them. He licked the underside of one. Trailed to the other without reaching the centre. His hand stroked the sides, slid down to her ribs, never giving her what she was dying for. She arched, she bunched his hair and tried to bring him to attention. Nothing worked.
She became so feverish that her head thrashed from one side to the other. The man would kill her before the night was out. The accursed idea of sneaking into his bed wasn't producing the intended effects. Instead of pacified, he transformed her into a mess of desperation. The nub between her legs stood so puffed that she feared the mere thought of him touching it would send it to the blazes.
He finally had pity on her and took one peak into his mouth. The ragged relief caused her to expel a loud moan. He suckled her breast deeply, his other hand rolling the other nipple until she saw stars. Her palms locked his head on the task. Wickedly, he kept at it while one hand trailed down to her core beneath the pooled nightgown. The moment his finger made contact with the pearl she was a lost cause. His mouth sought the other breast, he circled the wet nubbin mercilessly. His mouth more intense, his fingers quicker. And she burst into pieces, flying everywhere. He rode the crest until there was nothing left of her, and she fell on the bed like a ragged doll. A despicably sated ragged doll.
He moved to stand beside the bed. It caused her to open her eyes. His large hands had come to his flap, his focus totally on her. “I want you naked.” Gravel layered his order.
Jelly-like fingers reached her gown to lower it down her legs while he undid his breeches’ buttons. Jerkily, he rucked his garments down as his cock huge with arousal popped out causing her mouth to water. She’d never forget what it could do to her. As he straightened, she boldly watched the darker tip protrude shiny over the veiny girth. Proudly, he stood there for her appreciation, hands on his hips, braced legs, a giant god looking at her as though she was a mere mortal.
At last, he put a knee on the bed as she filled her lungs with air in the expectation of revelling in his possession.
Sweet delusion.
“Not so soon.” He warned, seeming to read her mind. No, not her mind. Her body, arching, opening, offering. “I barely started.”
And knelt between her legs, eyeing her folds as if a dish from the best cook in town currently inhabiting his kitchen. Then, he hawk-dived to prey on her core. Hands on her thighs, he neared her dripping sex but didn't gobble it all at once as he used to do.
