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She wanted more.
And damn if he wasn’t strong enough to deny her.
He slipped another finger into her folds, finding her nubbin. His ring finger found way, and he started long circular strokes about it. Enough to tease. Enough to draw out the pleasure he was watching flash across her face.
Yet she wasn’t about to be teased, her grip around his neck tightening, her nails digging into his skin. “Reiner, more—” A gasp cut off her words.
He collapsed his circle, tightening it around her nubbin, flicking, caressing until she was taught and straining, her hips taking on movement of their own against his touch.
It took several gasps before sound passed her lips again, her chest rising hard against the onslaught of his tongue. “Yes. Yes.”
He took her nipple in his lips, slipping his teeth around it. Pressing ever so slightly.
He sent her into a frenzy.
Her body arching against him, her nails clawing at his back, he sped his fingers at her core, pulling her, pushing her over the edge.
She came with a jolt, every limb straining, her full lips wide and heaving for breath. A scream escaped from her throat and he lifted his head from her breast, collapsing his mouth against hers to smother the sound.
Her scream wavering, he pulled up slightly to watch her. Heaven help him, she was gorgeous. Transfixed, he wanted nothing more than to sink himself into her. To bury his shaft deep into her wet folds, feel her body clench around him, not giving him up. But not before she rode this—not before the pleasure that was seizing her body had its due.
He hovered above her, drawing out the pleasure from her core for as long as her body reacted to his touch.
Her blue eyes opened to him, wonderment and pleasure flushing her face. “What was that?”
Her words cut him to the core. Cut any thoughts he had of driving into her. “Something I wasn’t prepared for.” He blinked hard, his hand dropping from the folds of her skirt, his head moving backward. Moving away from her.
The naiveté in her eyes, the ragged way her body responded to him. She was an innocent of the highest order.
Or a very skilled actress.
The last thought wedged into his head, refusing to lift away. The last time a courtesan of remarkable skill had been sent to ensnare him. So why not an innocent this time?
He stood from the settee, the fabric of his trousers stretched tight against his engorged, raging member.
He’d been down this path before. Let a woman so far into his life that it could have ruined everything. Let his cock put everything he’d worked for in danger.
“My apologies, Sloane.” He inclined his head to her. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you as I just did. Please, retire to your chamber and know I will not force myself upon you again.”
She sat up straight, shoving her skirts down off her lap. “You didn’t force anything, Reiner.”
“You are kind. But my actions are unforgivable.” He motioned to the door. “Please retire, I will put down the fire.”
Her forehead crinkled as she gained her feet. The slight flush in her cheeks from earlier was turning decidedly pink. Her mouth opened for one moment, then clamped closed. With a quick glance at him, she turned to the door and walked stiffly from the room.
Her embarrassment only added to the excruciating moments of awkwardness.
He prayed to hell he was right about her reasons for being at Wolfbridge. That she had been sent here to harm him.
For if that wasn’t the case, it had been one odious action after another from him. Not a one she deserved.
And he would pay dearly for it.
That he was sure of.
{ Chapter 8 }
Sloane stared at the stable boy—gangly and just a few years older than Vicky—scurrying about the stall in front of her, readying a mare for her to ride.
