“Oh,”Caroline moaned, letting her head fall back as Damien’s kisses left her lips and descended to her neck.
Pleasure sparked through her veins, leaving her head fuzzy and her body tingling with need. She could feel Damien’s hunger with every press and suckle of his lips, but even if he was ready to explode with need, his touch remained gentle.
She let her lashes flutter shut, and her body relax into Damien’s grip, trusting him not to let her fall as his sensual kisses drew down the column of her throat and to her collarbone.
“I should have said this earlier,” Damien rasped before he ran his tongue over the cleavage of her left breast. “But you look positively delectable in this dress.”
Caroline let out a chuckle as she felt his hands begin to work free the ties of it at her back.
“Again, all thanks to Jeremy,” she murmured, reaching up to run her fingernails through his short hair and over his scalp.
Satisfaction and need pulsed through her as she felt him shiver at her touch, and she grinned almost wickedly at how powerful it made her feel.
“Seems as if we are going to be hostingmanyparties in his honor,” he murmured over her skin, and she grinned only a moment before he freed her left breast and drew it into his mouth. Her lips instantly parted into anOas she felt the heat of his mouth, the flicking of his tongue, the suckling of his lips. Caroline felt that she would combust.
Her trembling intensified, threatening to buckle her legs.
“Damien,” she breathed, feeling her knees go weak as she arched her back.
Just before she thought she was going to fall, Damien released her breast as he swept her into his arms. His lips met hers as he walked her to the bed, his kiss only sending her deeper into her growing need for him.
She sighed against his lips as she felt the back of her head softly meet her pillows, and let her body sink into the softness of the bed as her arms came up to wrap around his neck. Damien responded with a strangled sound of need from his throat, and he wasted no time draping his large, muscular form over her much smaller one.
At once, she relished in the weight and the warmth of him, sure that she had never felt anything so exquisite. She moved her hands from his shoulders back to his lapels as they kissed, and she boldly started to pull the fabric away from his broad shoulders.
She whimpered in protest as Damien suddenly broke the kiss, but her look of disappointment quickly shifted into a deviousgrin as he rose up to his knees only so he could shed his black jacket, shirt, and cravat.
“Do not be afraid to touch me, Caroline,” he rasped as he pulled off his clothes to reveal his exquisite, muscled form. “I have yearned for the feel of your touch just as much as I have yearned to touch you. I amyours.”
Again, Caroline felt that sense of power well up in her chest, and she wasted no time in reaching out and letting her hands smooth down the arch of his pectoral muscles and the taut ridges of his abdomen. His flesh was practically burning into her palms, and she reveled in the way his muscles seemed to involuntarily twitch with every sweep of her hands.
Feeling emboldened by his obvious pleasure, Caroline let her hands travel lower, over the small trail of dark hair below his navel, and to the bulge in his breeches. Pleasure skirted through her veins as Damien hissed in a breath and threw his head back at the same time as his manhood throbbed beneath her palm. She smoothed her hand over him again, and Damien’s answering groan was the most wonderful music to her ears.
Then suddenly he drew back, and she pouted as she looked up at him with questioning eyes. Damien’s husky chuckle as he lowered himself back over her had her grinning, her brow raised in curiosity.
“You have no idea how long I have waited for you to touch me there,” he explained, drawing her gown and loosened corset slowly down her body. “As much as I want to feel you, I do not want this to go by too fast.”
Then his pupils blew as his mouth went slack-jawed; his eyes hungrily roamed over her naked body.
“Better than I ever dreamed,” he groaned, and lowered his head to her bare body.
“What do you mean?” she asked, thinking about what he said before he had praised her. Then she moaned and arched her back when his mouth found her breasts again.
“There is so much to learn, angel,” he rasped as he teased the taut peak of her nipple. “But I will show it all to you.”
Caroline’s curiosity slowed and ceased completely as Damien’s mouth moved over her sensitive skin. Any questions she had about what he meant by ‘too fast’ vanished as her mind went completely blank, and pure feeling took over. Her breath grew low and soft as his mouth continued to work its magic, first at her breasts, then down to her ribcage, over the flat expanse of her stomach, and then lower, until his wide shoulders were nestled between her splayed, wet thighs.
As his head reached the apex of her thighs, he drew the tip of his nose over the lips of her sex, and they moaned together.
“You have no idea how much I have craved to be here again,” he groaned, settling her legs over his shoulders. “To inhale your scent, to have your taste on my tongue.”
As if to prove his point, he swept his flattened tongue over her folds and then drew it into a tip as he reached the taut bundle of nerves that sat atop them; the effect made Caroline moan and buck her hips against his mouth.
“I have gone mad with craving you,” he whispered, his grip tightening on her thighs to pin her still.
Before Caroline could think of a response, she felt his tongue again, sinking deeply into her tight sheath and drawing outanother moan from her lips. She could not help how her thighs attempted to clench shut, only stopped by Damien’s tight grasp as he began to feast on her.
Pleasure, quick and furious, swept through her body and had her trembling within moments. She tried to stop it, tried to hold back the building pressure mounting in her, but Damien’s mouth was too skilled, his hunger too great as he ravaged her sex with his sinful kisses, and Caroline all too soon felt that great wave of release crash through her.
