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“And h-how do you wish to speak to me?” she managed to ask while gripping his shoulders to stabilize herself.
“In ways that would ruin your sensibilities, my sweet.” He smoothed a finger over her. “Words that will strip your innocence faster than if I did claim you. Words that will sink deep in the wanton nature of you, to unleash your darkest fantasies and desires.”
With her curiosity stirred, Anastasia leaned in and kissed him, licked across the seam of his lips, leaving them wet and glistening until he opened and kissed her back. She shifted her legs a touch wider, feeling a unique sense of vulnerability and empowerment while submitting to him.
He traced the folds of her cleft, and she trembled as he used a single finger to part swollen flesh. He pushed his middle finger deep inside her. A gasping moan escaped her, yet she could not look away. He pulled out his finger before he slid it back in, slow and deep. Her breasts were lifting and falling with every breath just as her body was.
Gabriel snaked an arm around her to shift her a little so her body wouldn’t strain, and when she straddled his lap, his arm made a band around to hold her there. Her hand cupped the back of his neck and sunk into his hair while her eyes flew to his, and the hunger and approval she saw in their depths stole her breath.
“You’re breathtaking,” he praised her. Rolling and pinching her sensitive bud, he breathed, “You make a man burn.”
He was rubbing and pressing and pinching the center of her pleasure when another finger entered her body, thrusting over and over until Anastasia was a trembling mess. Gabriel’s eyes glowed with lust as she began to peak, the curve of carnality in her body.
The feel of his fingers inside, stroking over the sensitive tissue, stretching her snug channel. The heat inside her veins was so intense, her heart hammered, her head felt light; fire burning through her entire body had sweat trickling down her breasts. His touch was rough, dominating, and unapologetic, and Anastasia was unable to do anything but submit to the raw lust tearing through her.
“I love how lush and wet you are,” his breath skittered over her skin. “I cannot wait until I kiss you here.”
Those words, the insinuation, the mereidea—Anastasia’s lips parted on a soundless cry, her hips bucked helplessly as the riotous sensations peaked. Fiery pleasure streaked through her as she touched a transcendent place. Dimly, she heard Gabriel hiss as he thumbed her bud with a whisper stroke, petting her as if in approval.
She clenched his shoulders as tension knotted and quaked in her belly. Sharp whimpers fell from her lips as thrills she’d never dreamed of wreaked havoc through her body.
Anastasia felt him gently pull from her body, and she buried her face under his neck. She felt the muscle in his neck jump while he held her fast to him. Her pants slowed, and she managed to pull away to look at him; something tender was resting in his eyes, and while the look prodded some questions inside her, she did not find the words to say.
Instead, she reached for him, threaded her fingers through the thick strands of his hair, and melded her mouth to his, kissing him slowly, leisurely, but passionately and endlessly. Her arms twined around his neck, holding him close.
“I’m yours, aren’t I?” she asked.
He tucked a stray hair from her face and replied, “As long as our time will allow, sweetheart.”
Slipping from his lap, Anastasia replied, “There is more to this… lovemaking, is there not?”
“Much, much more,” he laughed then looked at her. “Would you like to take a ride to Hyde Park this afternoon?”
Cocking her head to the side, she replied, “I suppose we do have to make an appearance, do we not?”
He snorted, “I care not for what the rest will think, but I want to spend the day with you.”
“Any reason in particular?” she teased.
“Your sharp tongue,” he grinned. “I want to banter with you, play a game of verbal fencing.”
“You, sir,” Anastasia smiled, “will lose. I promise you.”
He reached over and kissed her cheek, smoothing his thumb over her cheekbone. “We’ll see then, shall we?”
CHAPTER8
Rule Eight: Don’t kiss and tell
As with any polite discussion, one does not mention politics, religion, or the number of ladies one has kissed
—Gabriel Williams
A Rake’s Rules
Arriving at White’s the day after his outing with Anastasia, Gabriel entered the men’s club, and all eyes in his vicinity turned to him. The scent of leather, brandy, and cheroot cigar smoke made his lips curl in distaste at the horrid mix.
A few lords greeted him casually while others had a snide, holier-than-thou tone—as he was sure they all knew about his outing with Anastasiaandhis history of not being with one lady twice— but Gabriel ignored them all.
