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Was she supposed to do something? This was the part missing in her education. She’d seen the act, of course, and her mother had explained how everything fit together, so to speak, but there was a vagueness to what Theo’s role should be in the process.
Lady St. Martin had had her mouth on—well, her lover’scock. Was that what Haven expected?
Theo came up to her hands and knees and approached him, feeling the gentle sway of her breasts as she came forward.
Haven’s eyes narrowed to slits, the rise and fall of his chest quicker than it had been a moment ago.
Placing a tentative palm against his stomach, Theo stretched out her hand, entranced by the way his muscles jumped beneath her touch. Next, she trailed her fingers along his ribcage and down across his hip, lightly brushing against his thighs.
Haven’s free hand threaded through her hair, pulling gently at the pins until the strands fell down her shoulders.
Theo placed her hand around the length of him, carefully pushing his fingers aside. He was smooth and warm against her palm like the finest silk poured over muscle. Clasping him firmly in her grasp, Theo stroked back and forth, mimicking what she’d seen him do.
A hiss escaped him.
Encouraged, Theo pumped slowly; each stroke had him swelling beneath her palm, leaving her to wonderhowthis would ever fit inside her. Pushing the thought aside, Theo focused instead on watching Haven’s beautiful features contort in pleasure at her touch. Bending, she brushed her lips across the top, then pressed a kiss. He smelled warm. Musky. A hint of spice surrounded even this part of his person. She licked up the side, the taste of salt filling her mouth, before placing Haven fully in her mouth.
“Christ.” Haven jerked forward, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Theo.” His hips thrust forward.
Theo opened her jaw wider, listening to the sounds he made. Haven liked this. Boldly, she swirled her tongue around the top. It was smooth. Bulbous. She licked around the edge before sucking gently, pulling him deeper into her mouth.
His hand cupped one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, brushing the tip.
A soft hum started inside Theo, throbbing delicately between her thighs, her earlier pleasure returning. Every soft groan from Haven’s lips echoed inside her own body.
“Theodosia,” he murmured. “I want to bury myself in you.” There was a hitch in the words. “Now.”
A small plop sounded from her mouth as he pulled free. They stared at each other, a haze of desire winding over them both. Haven wrapped the curling strands of her hair around his wrist and pulled her close.
“Are you going to ravish me?” Theo whispered.
“God, yes.” His lips fell on hers, urgent and hot before pushing her down on the bed, mouth sucking and licking at hers. He lifted his head. “I have such hunger for you, Theodosia.”
“I’m not a biscuit, Haven.”
A soft chuckle left him as he bent to explore the curves and hollows of her body, lingering over every inch with soft, fluttering touches. Each breath against her skin was agonizing, exquisite torture. Every part of Theo was claimed, either by his mouth or his fingers, her pleasure building with each caress. Lips moved along the underside of one breast, toying with her nipple until the warmth of his mouth sucked in the taut peak, grazing his teeth across the tip.
“I want to paint you, Haven,” she panted, rubbing her legs along his.
The nipple in his mouth vibrated as he chuckled. “If it will please you.”
Oh, it would please Theo greatly. “You’re so lovely,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “Hint ofRose MadderinUmber.”
“What?” He looked up at her, eyes heavy-lidded and sensual. Wickedness personified. She wished she could sketch him right at this moment, but there were other things which required her attention, namely the way his fingers were moving against her.
“The colors I shall use for your hair,” she breathed.
Haven explored every inch of her body for what felt like forever, bringing her close to the release she sought again but never allowing her to reach it. Wet and aching, she pushed her hips up against him, begging Haven as her fingers sifted through the thick strands of his hair.
This was so breathtaking. So wonderful. So much morerightthan Theo had ever imagined. Her heart firmly reached for his, tethering itself to Haven. A tear slipped unbidden down her cheek, and she wished she could put the feeling into words. “Ambrose,” she whispered, “I wish—”
Haven cupped her cheek, wiping away the small bit of moisture with the tip of his finger. “It doesn’t matter, Theo,” he said roughly before kissing her deeply. “I promise.”
Theo was too far gone to make sense of his words. He’d drawn her pleasure into a sharp point, a precipice, one she wanted to fall from.
When he finally settled between her thighs, Theo welcomed him. She knew what to expect, or at least the basics. The same bliss she’d experienced in the tub awaited her. But a small pinch first, according to her mother. Nothing more.
Haven grasped her hips and thrust firmly, seating himself deep inside her.
