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The tattoo stared at him. He traced the pattern with his fingers. Twisting, he set his tongue around her bellybutton and lapped at the drawing again. Why had she done it?
“I did it for you,” she said, her voice raspy from sleepiness and swearing.
“It’s beautiful. Why?” he asked before he returned to the delicious skin.
“So that Dorian Montgomery would remember the Westminster Whore.”
“I don’t think it’s possible he will ever forget. But this,” he stroked her bare spot, “this makes me insane,” he said. He kissed her stomach again, her special scent all over her lower body and on him. His body, covered with dark hair from his chest to his cock, except for the tapering line at his lower belly. Her body…nothing like his. Thank God.
With a swift move, he positioned himself over her. Her legs fell open with the knowing that came from having several lovers. Sliding inside her made him believe he’d returned home after a long, arduous trip. She felt that good. He let out a satisfied groan when he touched the back of her taut, wet flesh.
They hadn’t kissed much, until now. Pressing deep inside her, he opened his mouth over hers, their tongues touching in tentative movements, almost more intimate than what he’d done to her between her legs—her mouth the sweetest of heart-shaped candies and the taste of her like strawberries and cream on a summer morning.
Her arms twined about his neck. Her legs caressing—one around his waist, the other rubbing up and down the back of his leg.
Her body absorbed him, the sweet, plump skin taking his fullness with a tenderness and ease he’d not imagined, but should have expected. Stroking, he moved slowly. This was for their enjoyment and he’d make it last as long as possible. No taking, only giving.
Isabelle pulled away and smiled up at him. The damned whore’s smile, he thought with some chagrin.
He pushed deep and tried to get her attention on their shared pleasure, not on her duty to him as his mistress.
Her grin turned wide, her teeth sparkling white.
Isabelle clamped down hard, every muscle inside her body gripping his engorged, sensitive flesh. Her hands fitted around his buttocks, holding him close.
Dorian gasped. “Oh shit.”
Kabazzahin the Arabic. Isabelle St. Hillaire had mastered the technique of a holder.
“Oh shit is right, my fine fellow. You wondered about the Westminster Whore. Wonder no longer.” She loosened her grip and Dorian was about to take a gulp of refreshing air. She clamped down again. Even tighter, if that were possible.
“Isabelle,” he said between clenched teeth. “You have to stop. I can’t…”
She cupped his face, a serious look on her face, and asked, “Can’t what,sweet?”
“If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to finish.”
She pulsed, gripping long and hard. Dorian gasped, his arms nearly giving way. He gritted his teeth in painful ecstasy.
“Oh, you’ll finish. When I want you to finish.” Isabelle released and clamped, over and over again until he was mindless. He had heard of women with such expert control they could cause a man’s ejaculation without moving. He’d heard, he’d never believed.
His balls tingled, ready to explode. Isabelle set three fingers and her thumb at the base of his cock and squeezed. A whole different feeling erupted. Or didn’t erupt, as she’d effectively stopped his ejaculation.
“You bitch. Don’t do that again,” he gritted out.
Isabelle laughed. “Tell me what you want, Dorian.” She threw his words back in his face. He didn’t find them so humorous now. “Tell me what you want.”
He groaned. The words tumbled out. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
Isabelle’s expression froze, her eerie gaze tempered by the shock of his words, for the first time appearing hazel, as though she agreed with him. She wanted him. She’d always wanted him too.
A pleasurable relief coursed through him when she relaxed her inner muscles.
He surged into her. Over and over again. She had mercy, timing those grips in a way that drove him high and hard. If he performed for five minutes, he’d be surprised.
Isabelle whimpered. His mouth fitted over hers. She breathed life into him. He stroked and fitted his finger over her clitoris. She came with a loud cry. Dorian came with her, exploding long and hard and hot, feeling as if it would never end. As if itshould neverend.
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