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With a soft moan, she threw her arms around his neck, allowing herself to be swept away by the persuasive tide of passion that had been raging in her blood despite her isolation.
She returned his kiss with equal fervor, learning quickly and adapting to what she found he liked. She touched her tongue to his and heard him growl fiercely into their kiss.
“Emily…” her name came out of his lips in a ragged groan before he swept her off her feet and carried her into the gazebo. He gently set her down on the cool stone bench before his lips returned to hers, kissing her with such ardor that it cleansed her mind of any doubt of his attraction to her.
But maybe that is all there is to it,she thought sadly.Then, that is all I will take with me.
His lips trailed softly down her jaw to the side of her neck, sparking fire as he went. She vaguely heard the soft moan that emanated from her throat as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access when his other hand spread across her chest. She arched into his touch, offering herself up to him.
And he took what she gave.
Emily’s eyes fluttered close as he gently kneaded one breast in his hand, the thin fabric of her night rail and the robe she had put on barely hiding the sensitized peak that craved his touch.
She felt something tug at the laces at her breast and she felt the cool night air on her chest before the heated moisture of his tongue swept across her exposed breast, swirling on that tender bud. When he sucked at her gently, she gasped and pressed herself into his mouth.
More,her depraved mind chanted.Oh, dear God, more, more, more!
His hand drifted to her other breast, massaging the soft flesh and gently pinching its aching peak before rolling it between her fingers.
Emily was lost in a sensual haze as a delicious ache began to throb in the secret place between her thighs.
“Sweet Emily,” he murmured against her breast, “let me love you...”
She was certain that a proper young lady might have objections to a man taking liberties with her person in a shadowed gazebo, but she was too far gone. All that she cared for was his touch and the thought that this was going to be the last time they would be together in this way.
“Daniel, please…” her words came out in a breathy moan as her fingers speared into his dark hair, holding him to her chest.
He laughed softly as he turned his lips to her other breast while his hand wandered over her stomach, briefly caressing her gently rounded hip before slowly pulling her night rail over her legs.
Emily gasped when she felt herself exposed, but no sooner had she felt the draft in between her legs when she felt his large masculine hand on that place where she ached the most, his fingers teasing the curls that shielded her womanhood. He had touched her there once, and it was the most pleasurable thing she had ever experienced.
How she wished he would touch her so intimately once more…
She let out a long, low moan when his hands delved into that thatch of curls, her fingers digging into his scalp as her legs fell open on either side of the stone bench.
“Oh God…Daniel…!” she gasped as her head fell back in sheer carnal pleasure.
His fingers slipped expertly into her folds while he continued to tease and suck at her breast, drawing out her pleasure until she thought she would faint from it all.
She felt him strokesomethingbetween her thighs, something that seemed to trigger a rush of heat and pleasure within her, and she cried out softly. As if he sensed how she enjoyed his ministrations, he gently circled that bundle of nerves until she was chanting his name in short gasps.
“Emily…”
Her eyes flickered open as she saw him looming over her, his dark eyes solemn as he regarded her.
“I want to bring you only pleasure.”
Befuddled, she asked him, “How much more…oh!”
If she had thought that the wicked touch of his fingers had already evoked such mind-numbing deliciousness from her, she was totally unprepared for the first touch of his tongue upon her core.
“Your Grace…I don’t think you should…”
He chuckled, and the sound of it sent delicious vibrations through her. “Oh, but Iwantto, dear Emily.”
As his tongue swirled around that aching bud between her legs, Emily felt the power of speech escape her. She felt him gently opening her folds, baring her to himself as if she were a feast solely for his pleasure.
And yet…I am the one feeling so much pleasure. How can this be?
