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It did not take much imagination to understand what a pussy might be.

But before Aurelia could even blush, one of his fingers curled up and caressed the seam of her lower lips, wiping all other thoughts from her mind.

He claimed her mouth then, the kiss deeper and more demanding than any that had come before and his finger made a second, firmer pass, the damp tip caressing a part of her that only Aurelia had ever touched.

The earl moaned. “You are so wet for me,” he said in a low, raspy voice, trailing kisses across her cheek. “So wet and hot and soft,” he said, and then closed his mouth over a taut cord in her neck and flexed his jaws until sharp teeth grazed her tender skin.

She moaned, the combination of pain and pleasure startlingly arousing.

He kissed the spot he had just bitten. “Touch me, Aurelia.”

Aurelia carded her fingers into his thick, silky hair, the fingers of her left hand finding the hidden scars.

“Yes,” he hissed, biting her neck again, harder this time, stroking her sex and lightly grazing the swollen bundle of nerves, sending raw, jagged bolts of pleasure throughout her body.

Aurelia’s cry split the air and she caught her lower lip with her teeth.

“No. Do not hold your passion back. I want to hear every whimper, moan, and gasp, Aurelia.” He circled her clitoris, the touch frustratingly fleeting. “Understood?”

Yes,” she moaned.

His finger fluttered in a spot that was both too much and not enough. Aurelia raised her hips, chasing the elusive sensation. “Please, my lord, I need—”

“Say my name.”

Aurelia stared into his swollen pupil. “Please… Roland,” she whispered.

He growled. “I like that.”

And then he began to circle and caress the tiny bundle of nerves, giving her exactly what she needed, driving her toward the edge with shocking ease and then ruthlessly shoving her over.

Aurelia cried out, her back arching as the most intense climax she had ever experienced seized her.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her. “Yes—just like that, Aurelia,” he praised, avoiding her too-sensitive bud and instead breaching her entrance, his finger pushing deeply into her body.

Aurelia’s convulsing muscles clenched around him and the sensation intensified the ripples of bliss that washed over her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hand gently thrusting while his hot mouth closed over her breast and he sucked hard, his teeth closing on the taut nipple and tugging.

Aurelia shuddered at the sharp arrows of delight that shot from her breasts to her womb, scarcely noticing when his mouth moved down her belly, his breath hot over her quivering skin.

She was vaguely aware of hair tickling her thighs, gentle fingers parting her swollen folds, and then something unspeakably wet and soft engulfed the source of her pleasure.

Aurelia made a mortifying noise when his hot tongue resumed what his finger had been doing moments before. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced. She wanted it every day. All day.

She lifted her head, which felt as if it weighed ten stone, and looked down the length of her body, needing to see him.

He was waiting for her, his gaze searing her, a second finger joining the one moving inside her, his thrusts harder now. His eyelid fluttered and a look of pure bliss settled on his stark features, like a man enthralled with a feast—

The thought struck her at the same moment that a second climax rolled over her.

Aurelia closed her eyes and gave herself up to pure sensation.

Chapter 19

Roland stared down at her sprawled, exquisite body and contemplated making her come again. And again. Not just with his hands and mouth, but with his cock, which was leaking like a tap and leaving a big stain on the front of his pantaloons that would likely make his valet snicker.

God, she was so bloody beautiful! And so eager and sensual that it drove him half-mad with desire.